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Horse-winkers
02:54
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kid, there's a fork in the road,
I'll wait around watching you die,
you're wasting all your precious time,
dreading your lie, it's all in fear,
no one likes to hear it, it's just a frame of voice,
no one lacks the spirit, it's just a poor choice,
you're just a flagrant hornet,
a mixed opponent,
drawn into the void,
drawn in the void,
drawn into the void,
drawn in the void
and all the enchantments that laced with your faith,
was the only proof you had, replaced and vain,
described as a favour, not which to discover,
a remote ideal, undescribed,
now all the horses are dead,
and all of our water is laden with lead,
and all of our horses are dead,
and all of our water was emptied on our head,
we're all:
"la de da de, la de da de da,
la de do, la de da de do,
la de da de, la de da de da,
la de do, la de da de do dumb"
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2. |
The Dispute
02:52
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girl, you were so beautiful,
but you, you had no where else to go,
and no, I know it's hard to be faithful,
but you, you had no self control,
girl, you carry the blame,
but you, you knew just what it would do,
and no, I know it's all a game,
but you, you knew inside that it's true
all our toes are grey from the water,
that you filled up with cyanide,
and made me sit in longer,
and all our love has drained with the water,
that we both couldn't bear to watch,
as it sifted through our fingers,
boy, you were so beautiful,
but you, you couldn't meet the demand,
and no, I know it's easy to fall,
but you, you had no where else to land,
and all these fragments of our love,
linger on our tongues,
and no, I know it's all the same,
but you, you knew inside that it's true,
all our toes are grey from the water,
that you filled up with cyanide,
and made me sit in longer,
and all our love has drained with the water,
that we both couldn't bear to watch,
as it sifted through our fingers
No, no...
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3. |
Through & Through
03:09
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why are you so hateful,
jaded like the point of an arrow,
why am I so vacant,
sitting on the window sill,
acting like, "well, I've an idea"
all dolled up like a masquerade,
you're seeking out that personal gain,
giving all these children names,
though I'll never be quite sure of what you have made,
why are you so callous,
pretentious as a statue,
why am I so dormant,
dribbling away to nothing,
acting like, "well, I've an idea"
bring back that tainted face,
you tip-toe around me without a trace,
y' leading on like a wild-goose chase,
though I'll never be quite sure of what you have made me,
how can I get through to you,
help me find my way to you,
how can't I find my way to you,
why do I bother to try and fight with you
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4. |
Lucid
03:56
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lucid in a dream, a light beckoning,
to lead me to me,
the heart and the soul tied in a bow,
looked at me quite quizzically,
how do you see, how do you do,
how do you know this is true,
what makes you me, makes me you,
memory tries to construe,
crystalline, plasticine molds of me,
crack and disperse, erased and replaced,
and I'm laughing at nothing,
drifting complacently, eat your cake,
dine on remains, die in the reigns,
and over again,
the council of owls apploud quite loud,
as the man cowers in his shroud,
two blocks down a clown and his hound,
bow before the crown, the beast then cuts abound,
porcelain, whitening, teething,
looming below, swallow you whole,
it's distant, yet unsettling,
marching and pouting, know your place,
don't dive too deep, stay asleep
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5. |
Follow Suit
02:48
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I can tell you're always first in line,
riding the wake, no need to look behind,
see the chaos, the rats aren't on the street,
deny yourself the light,
and it seems pretty likely that you'll never change,
and it seems pretty likely that you'll just stay the same,
and it seems pretty likely that you'll never change,
and it seems pretty likely...
you can hide intent like a cat,
bound in the hold of your dissonance,
fuel the vile, the righteous, selfish ones,
where has your mind gone?
and it seems pretty likely that you'll never change,
and it seems pretty likely that you'll just stay the same,
and it seems pretty likely that you'll never change,
and it seems pretty likely...
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6. |
Wait a Way
04:47
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Somewhere in ourselves we drown in our doubt,
and the noose that fits so snugly, slowly chokes the life out,
and we silently cling to all of our dreams,
there's one way to be loose, we've all got to choose,
so bide and waste your time,
and tell yourself you're free,
and market your worth,
then just keep waiting,
somewhere inside we choose to hide,
buried beneath the surface, a sense of purpose,
too timid to search, we'll pass it on by,
to keep ourselves from living we'll keep feeding the lie,
so wind and grind your gears,
and tell yourself you're happy,
and filter those reminders,
then just keep waiting for the day
waiting for the day,
waiting, waiting away,
waiting, waiting for the day,
waiting, waiting away,
somewhere along the way, we face it some day,
will we choose regret, if we lived our lives in debt,
it's dizzying and monotonous, we all clutch our crutches,
limping toward a life lived in vain,
so try and burn your fear,
and tell yourself you're right,
no blanketing remorse,
then just keep waiting,
just keep waiting,
just keep waiting,
just keep waiting,
keep it inside yourself and don't let it out,
then train the truth, not a lie,
and don't let it trick you when it stares you in the eye,
live with love,
and tell yourself you're okay,
and illuminate your life,
then stop waiting,
just stop waiting,
just stop waiting,
just stop waiting,
just stop
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7. |
Row by Row
02:49
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the wolf calls to his mother, "why is patience so hard?"
while the lovebirds snicker, plucking themselves apart,
and we were somewhere in the feathers,
directly below, they filled up our sky,
leaving a stain, fucking insane,
a mark, right from the start,
anoint then state your point,
and flow row by row,
row by row, row by row,
row by row,
the blackened crow explores the cosmos,
while the shying snake hides his heartache,
and we were rapture and the fire,
engulfed and entangled, we filled each others skin,
leaving a stain, fucking insane,
a mark, right from the start,
anoint then state your point,
and flow row by row,
row by row, row by row,
row by row
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8. |
Hand in Glove
04:24
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in the garden a light is lit,
led by a row of pink, perfect azaleas,
there is you, turning gold beside the lamp,
and there is me, torn at the seams,
where did it all go wrong,
why did I wait so long,
tied up and dragged along,
I just need to wake up,
what was it I searched for,
beyond me, cracked crimson peaks,
there is you, molting your feathers,
and there is me, wishing I was free,
where did it all go wrong,
why did I wait so long,
tied up and dragged along,
why can't I just wake up,
it pulls you under, it pushes you forward,
you won't even look yourself in the eye,
biting your tongue when no one's there,
what were you after, searching for,
it pulls you under, it pushes you forward,
you won't even look yourself in the eye,
biting your tongue when no one's there,
what were you after, searching for,
why weren't you there for me,
why were you out there,
why were you out there,
why were you out there...
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A sincere collection of music, raised and developed in Medicine Hat.
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