1. |
Does It Still Attack?
01:50
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Are you born with this, did it burn your hand
Did the hope of leaving never land
Where was the heart, was it a broken house
Was it a thought of missing someone else?
And the surgery never left
Are you bored with this, does it still attack
Does the thought of me still take you back
Where was the heart, was it a city dark
Was it falling bricks and forgotten parts?
And the surgery never left
And the films we played never left
And the hands we held never left
And the hearts we burned never left
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2. |
The Airplanes
02:09
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After the runway, under the fuel blue burning jets
I won't forget you
In the terminal of architecture I'll forget you
I'll forget you next to the snowmobiles and motorbikes
And now loose-leaf flyers
Have escaped from the motorbike rider's shaking hand
Stand still when the airplanes land
After the runway curves and hits the sea
Will you wait with the luggage for me
Will you wait even though I'll forget you on the next outgoing flight?
My simple plan of truth never comes through
It was three minutes from departure
I stood in front of the airport cameras
A final moment for you
Under the white light humming tubes
In the office of security
Your last photograph of me even though I'll forget you
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3. |
The Sinking Ships
02:13
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No ghosts, no hearts, no words
No reason for the things we heard
And nothing will let us be seen
Light fires in the dark
Turn the ships away from land
And burn all the folk
The ones who turned up their coats
In a town like this you never spoke to anyone
A morning folds awake
You're still holding up
And your hands still won't let go
I try to shake it off
I choke on thoughts and cough
Are we really the only ones left in town?
The sinking ships still slightly smoke
In a town like this you never spoke to anyone
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4. |
I'm Full Up On Centuries
01:29
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I will stay at the machine
Will you wait for me?
I'm full up on centuries
The strangest house I've ever seen
What do they mean?
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5. |
Bungalows
02:49
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Design my travel, a deathcar destination still unknown
The operation shows a broken arm and broken road
And stay out late
The airplanes need to know which way to go
And take a hint
Photograph me and I'll never ask for more
And soon the time will stay still like the summer
Like radio and soft bungalows
Sight the hotel, we've been hoping that it is still there
And drink all through the day
I'll be ruining myself this way, and I can't wait
I don't need to know which way to go
And take a hint
I'll be someone else this way.
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It's time to study, beneath the flashlight
Beneath the horrors of your town
Describe the furnace, shaking hands that warm us
The perimeter won't tighten anymore
It's mine to race it, shaking hands unsteady
The perimeter won't tighten anymore
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7. |
The Winter Hive
02:20
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A finger like a flag, a moth beyond the mesh of summer days
Now winter in the throat, a dark and heavy coat of golden grey
A furnace in the dark, a murmur in the heart of early night
This train it must move on
Throwing arrows at the friends who are running late
And we always froze as we turned to go
It's warm inside the winter hive
You said, "The year is gone, it always ends before too long like warmest hands"
A finger like a flag, drawing lines across the snow of softest homes.
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A version, an album slows
A soft light, a winter coat
And I'm cold
Rust on a different shore
Left patterns where we used to float
And I'm cold
And faster than lanterns
And lovelier than knives
Are there ghosts in my ear
Are they even here?
Summer ended an hour ago
Keep the fire from the tent
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9. |
The Long Effects
02:15
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Hang around the streets with the crows
It happened once before, it's long across the lake
The long effects, the sheets of sound
And the way you frame a shot
Hang around the leaves as they turn
It never snows around here, it's long across the lake
The last word written, the ghosts of writing
And the echo of this hand.
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10. |
There Is No Harm
01:14
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This will be the last time for me
I haven't a need to be there for me
There is no good
There is no harm
There is only a waste of time
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No Museums Edmonton, Alberta
No Museums: A homemade hybrid of creaking pop and basement rock, using an array of textural devices and hummed
noise.
Echo boxes, delay pedals, soft distortion dynamics and guitars with buzzing strings. There is drift and there is direction. Enjoys the sounds of The Fall, Guided By Voices, Velvet Underground, Wedding Present, Television Personalities.
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