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They Were Marked As Targets

by Twin Library

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1.
Range 03:29
Smashing range, days on the sun We were fucked before we had even begun Red fingers scratching madly The gates are open and the wires are set And straight in four, mosquitos laying low Under the floor I'm leaving And even towers full of stars Sweet smile you are mine when you're bleeding Breaking days, range on the sun They were marked as targets when they were young Last of the trails and forgotten plans Information is gone Landing torch code, scope my scene When the land splits you'll be with me hanging Burning cities, points of light Sweet smile you are mine when you're bleeding In the range
2.
Terrance 02:42
Past the island, drifting in the curve The mouth was closing, thoughts are all I heard Terrance told me that he failed to breathe The miles I travel, my name is speed We're slowing down Mountain forest and a wooden fort A necklace made of time falls apart Terrance told me that he broke his hand The miles I travel, my name is land We're slowing down Killing language and the hope inside Countless creatures hung and tied Terrance told me that he tore his heart The miles I travel, my name is dark
3.
The Rails 02:01
Straight to the mountain The ranger's eyes are so clear The roads aren't even paved here Our trucks sped through the free zone Nothing will ever be modern It's all futuristic I tried to leave but I missed it The rails turned back from the city It was my own perfect day No one ever waits for me Once I found the strength not to believe I once thought high of intelligence I once thought high of the time we spent Nothing will ever be the same again You've already lost it I tried to care but I missed it The rails turned back from the city It was my own perfect day And I was miles away
4.
In the rancheroo, driving out of time with you Towards the little movie Exploring the high land, I see the ocean low behind A silver awful sea, am I really still so real? Heather raceway, her blue eyes on the grey motor pavement I'm only driving in the rain, I'm only driving in the sun I'm only driving back in time, I'm only driving when alone Leave the beach at dawn "Stay here awhile," you said but I was gone Don't focus or stay out late Spend your days watching the road Spend my time getting old A black and awful sky, am I really still so real? Heather raceway, her blue eyes on the grey motor pavement I'm only reaching for a door, I'm only reeling from before I'm only waiting for the ground, I'm only driving out of town Heather raceway, where something always changes In the wilderness of travel something always changes I'm only leaving land and road, I'm only leaving as I go I'm only leaving what was mine, I'm only leaving every time
5.
We're taking the bikes out Warmer hands and softer sounds Throwing stones at the school Skulls roll down the mountain The words we heard in the morning Sisters turn into wine And they have not fallen Smoking hands forgot them And we're leaving for higher land We're breaking lights and losing friends Counting on thoughts we always forget The coat that you wear looks old Now you're a ghost and I'm just cold The words we heard were not the things we were told Sisters turn into time
6.
"We've lost the truth," the workers drone Stand by the tracks where the trains take them home And catch one last glance, the hours that we've all known Constructing the station that now stands alone Reach for the time before you didn't feel so dead Think what the mantra said A hundred to one I'm still alive I am not a camera, I cannot leave the ground "We've lost the touch," the old friends drone If memory is time then time is not ours to own Reach for the days that fall as hard as the stones A black and white photo of you standing alone Believe that one day I'll go and take a lot of space I think you're not far away A thousand to one I'll see you again I am not a free weight, I cannot leave the ground I am not a rifle, I cannot leave the ground I am not a smoke screen, I cannot leave the ground
7.
And you refuse all of the thoughts In hotels and second-hand shops The ones who always were lost The ones who held on so close The ones who just turned away The sisters who never would stay And you lose all that you knew In love and out with the school Saw pictures that you once drew The ones I loved the most The ones that faded away The sisters who never would stay
8.
Following the snow the tiny birds draw arrows Below the ice and it breaks Delay time is longer than the slow repeating winter I'm always drafting messages back home Walk to the park and all the girls are watching Walk another mile and they leave The straightest line will stagger and far too often splinter I'm hoping for construction time again A broken frame and a record from overseas A song from another bird The lower lights, the ones you always reach for Still burn your hands I used to hear The darker ones who don't care are the ones I always long for I'm hoping for construction time again
9.
I've always wanted to navigate Through the tiny waves and back again I could never face the sea I've always wanted the atmosphere To be so near And I'd find you here But still I studied gravity And still I had the fear And I never changed, I haven't changed I've always wanted to blow my cover Tear it down like there is no other And you'd reach me in the clear I've always wanted to drive away Knowing that I shouldn't stay But that never suited me And I could never leave Waiting up all night, trying to understand the time I've only found the one thing That everything must fall apart
10.
And hanging one last time There's nothing in the air The smoke that you see is not hope It's too far away They electrified the island To burn out all the ghosts The ones that you see are the ones Who never believed In a road without end There's always an end And always another There's always a story And always much farther But there's nothing out there Nothing at all Until we write it

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"cool, low-key, indie beats that are perfect for the change of seasons...a warming indie album that accompanies our descent into the coming winter"
Discorder, November 2013
www.discorder.ca/discorder-magazine/index.php/2013/11/13/twin-library-2/

"acoustic guitars and muted drums lead the way in these two-ish-minute long tracks while the band points its fingers at the darkness closing in...every melody feels perfectly placed, completely necessary"
BeatRoute, November 2013
beatroute.ca/2013/11/03/twin-library/

"Twin Library are chemists, experimenting and tweaking the formula that results in their incredibly sophisticated and sonically rich songs. They are prolific recorders and their latest release is their finest collection of unconventional pop yet"
Quick Before It Melts, October 2013

"really subtle indie rock with quiet melodies and memorable lyrics, making the perfect soundtrack for the gently sweeping change in Fall weather"
Austin Town Hall, September 2013
austintownhall.com/2013/09/23/new-album-from-twin-library/?

#13 CIVL, Abbotsford, October 8, 2013
#21 CFMH, Saint John, October 8, 2013
#24 CJSW, Calgary, October 8, 2013
#26 CICK, Smithers, October 29, 2013
#8 CFBU, St. Catharines, November 12, 2013
#8 CFBX, Kamloops, November 19, 2013
#11 CJSF, Burnaby, November 19, 2013
#21 CJSR, Edmonton, December 17, 2013
#16 CJAM, Windsor, February 4, 2014

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released September 20, 2013

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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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