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Move With You
03:55
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Teach me your rhythm and I'll try to move
I'll try to move and play your tune
Teach me your rhythm and I'll try to move with you.
But it's hard to see you when I've lost the light
The moon is stuck behind clouds at night
It's hard to see you, it's hard to move with you.
Move with you.
You never answer when I call your name
You make me tired of the same old games
You never answer, I never move with you
Oh throw me through the fire, rake me over coals
Shine me like I'm silver, melt me like I'm gold
The flames are burning higher, the fire moves with you.
A melody, softly sung, starts to guide my tongue, I start to sing along.
When my song goes out of key, move my melody, move my melody.
Move me.
Teach me your rhythm and I'll try to move
I'll try to move and play your tune
Teach me your rhythm and I'll try to move with you.
Well it's hard to see you when I've lost the light
The moon is stuck behind clouds at night
It's hard to see you, it's hard to move with you.
Move with you.
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Me And My Friends
04:28
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Me and my friends, we dug in the sand
We covered our feet, we covered our hands
Me and my friends, we wasted our time
Down by the lake stating our rights
We made a mistake, is that such a crime?
Me and my friends, we ran through the hay
We ran to the creek, you drifted away
Me and my friends, we wasted our time
Coaxing you back, back into life
You do as you please, are you pleased all the time?
I know you work hard, I know you see me
With my feet up living carefree
I know you're careful, I know it's heavy
I know you're anxious, you used to be me
*whistle whistle*
We'd much rather be, running through that creek
For all the seeds you've sown, you find yourself alone
I know you work hard, I know you see me
With my feet up living carefree
I know you're careful, I know it's heavy
I know you're anxious, you used to be me
You used to be me.
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I'm Not Like You
03:15
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Fully cloaked in mountain air
With twigs and moss fixed in my hair
The trees they tense their tall thin limbs
Foretell the coming of winter again
Don't you drop me like your changing leaves
We made a promise prenuptially
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words are wind that change
The tone of the seasons
She says her bright green dress is changing colours
And the winds from the west are bringing others like you
And I'm not like you
Hustle, hustle through brush and thistle
They're trained to wilt by the time
The missile tows away the sun
Trudge through a sea of green
March a mile to meet the queen of
Of the mountain
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Heart, Head, Hands
04:02
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Kiss me where I stand, my heart says hold your hand
My head says that I can't, I fail to understand
I fail to understand, I fail to understand
My heart, my head, my hands
I fail to understand
Maintenance of the status quo
I fail to push it, I fail to grow
Tell me you feel used, my conscience is abused
I'll wait until the bruise expands, I fail to understand
I fail to understand, I fail to understand
In my hands your bruise expands
I fail to understand
Maintenance of the status quo
I fail to push it, I fail to grow
I'll maintain that I did not know
My heart and hands have no control
My heart and hands have no control
My head's reaction is always slow
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Little Town
03:47
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Oh, I must be getting lonely
I might be getting tired
I’m spinning with my records on
We danced a mighty tango
But I was stepping on your shoes
I left your feet black and blue
Oh, I’m reading too much fiction
The hero always wins
You know before the story ends.
I was reading your diary
I didn’t know it then
The winter freezes summer friends.
Death Cab said when the summer sees its end
We will shed our summer skin
You will dance back to where you came from
I’ll be pale, pasty white again
I’ll be pale, pasty white again
You will dance back to where you came from!
Around our little town, we all know
What goes ‘round, comes around
And ‘round the seasons spin to try to usher in
All the changes, but let’s face it, some things never change!
Death Cab said when the summer sees its end
We will shed our summer skin
You will dance back to where you came from
I’ll be pale, pasty white again
All those words you whispered in my ear drum
Mean nothing now, meant nothing then
You will dance back to where your came from
I’ll be pale, pasty white
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Commander Edward Smith
05:53
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When I try to swim I always sink
I will sink with you
Swindle me out of a mind that thinks
I will think like you, I will sink like you
When I define these deeds of mine
All signs point to a shipwrecked mind
If I'm a pirate you're the sea
Your waves conspire to swallow me
This loyalty will get the best of me
Put the blinders on me, I cannot see
And closing eyes bring me the nightly dreams
Where I am free to wander and believe
The goddess of the sea, lying through her teeth
Persuades your ship to move where it shouldn't be
So I'll conjure up a breeze to send it sailing back to me
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Bourgeoisie
03:38
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Down and dirty, dusty roads
Dance with a shovel watch blisters grow
Watch withered warriors toss and turn
Grunt under the heels of the fortunate, the lucky
Oh the scum of French royalty
Scum between the toes of royal feet
Thirty seconds too long, thirty seconds too late
Never get excited, never get too excited.
Oh the bourgeoisie, all aboard to c’est la vie
Toss a towel, wipe your feet
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie.
Golden carriage, iron fist
Beating down all who resist
Swinging softly from chandeliers
I know the words you don’t want to hear
Under the guise of the pampered few
You and I are pilgrims too
Oh the bourgeoisie, all aboard to c’est la vie
Toss a towel, wipe your feet
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie.
And you never get excited, no
You never get excited, no
You never get excited, no
Oh no, oh no
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Death By Calypso
03:45
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There's your mother looking like death plus one
And your brother well he's your mother's son
There's ice in your eyes and fire on your tongue
I move to get closer she pulled out the Kung Fu
Ooooh, ooooh
There's your mother I asked her if she's ever cared
She answered quite frankly that life is not fair
Sister, oh sister I'm shocked and appalled
Such little shoulders bear the weight of it all
Ooooh, ooooh
Sister, oh sister I'm shocked and appalled
Mother, oh mother do you care at all?
There's your mother I asked her if she's ever cared
She answered quite frankly that life is not fair
Sister, oh sister I'm shocked and appalled
Mother, oh mother do you care at all?
Do you care at all?
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Soon
04:01
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Soft, smoother than silk
We lost our edge again
Ya you're slick, you're the candle's wick, you're awesome
The Queen of France in the slowest dance, you're awesome
Ain't never hurt no one, but still you clutch your gun
Am I your weekly fix, the way you get your kicks?
Is it the shoes you wear, or the way you do your hair?
Or more the state I'm in, as to why we're struggling?
Soon I'll see you, soon I'll see you rise
Soon I'll see you, soon I'll see your eyes
Frown, let's turn you around
Go, you always leave on your own
Ya it's fine, you do it all the time, you're awesome
Ya you're sweet, bon appetit, you're awesome
You fill the magazines, but not the ones I read
You act like paperback, hardcover's more my breed
Who knew that ink could kill? Alaskan oil spill
Must be the way I swim, as to why we're struggling
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Jessie (West Coast)
05:05
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West coast, you're onto something
I know it must be something fine
West coast, I'm taking back what's mine
Spring tides you know I wonder why
You don't always bring the summer
High tide, her memory drowns with you
(She will drown with you)
I know that I will too
Spaceships ought to know, the higher up we go
Rain turns into snow, that's why I'm cold
Red eyes and salty cheeks
Salt stains from the western sea
West coast, you've taken her from me
Jessie ought to know, the further down we go
The brine of Davey Jones, seizes up my bones
(Butter up my bones)
So butter up my bones
(Hustle in, hustle out...)
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Nocturne
06:21
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We were told a million jokes
By men who cloaked intent in robes
And they told us how to sing
Like our voice didn't mean a thing
So we ran into the trees
To find a space to bend our knees
Praying for a change of heart
Or at least some company
This is our song in the dead of the night
When nightmares take place behind our eyes
When the slaps and the smelling salts fail to revive
This is our song until we're alive
Our escaping was so sweet
Building ships to sail the seas
Loaded guns and sharpened swords
We threw our conscience overboard
We threw our compass to the wind
Threw back our heads and laughed again
Ignored the guilt from deep within
The smelling salt of all our sin
So hold me and wait for the night to be over
The morning will break, the Son will bring closure
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Air Marshal Landing Toronto, Ontario
Three brothers, not paternal, but brothers nonetheless. Music that is instantly recognizable, yet different. A mix of midnight optimism and afternoon bitterness, where daydreams and reality meet for biscuits and tea. Love, lies, humour, uncertainty, and confession - a soundtrack to our lives. ... more
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