1. |
The Pages
03:54
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My book was blank before you filled it up with accidents
Right to left, read like Hebrew scrawl
Flip it upside down and read and it’s much less of a mystery
It says I dug you just ‘cause you were tall
Book two was just about neon collage light
And friends with beat up leather shoulder bags who forage through the night
It reads in convoluted poetry, confusion, identity
The ink was blue and everything looked bright
And the pages keep on turning in my life
While my rage and age burn on like dynamite
To reveal
Something real
They reveal
Something real
The third book was one I lost outside of town and in the moss
Delirious and high and drenched in dew
Oh I got so sick that night, letters pounded on my site
But I’ll go find that book sometime with you
And the pages keep on turning in my life
And the pages keep on turning in my life
And the pages keep on turning in my life
While my rage and age burn on like dynamite
To reveal
Something real
They reveal
Something real
Oh so real
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2. |
Someday (To The Birds)
04:54
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With some babe, I bet that’s where you are
With some babe in some dark bar.
But that’s okay guy, I’m just a friend
And my lonely nights will one day end
But it gets cold in my little bed
And goodbye was all you said
Now I bet some babe is in your head
I’m okay, I bet that’s what I am
I’m okay and I know you give a damn
‘Cause I saw you stare me down
There’s a wrinkle in your frown
And a closet full of words
That I swear I never heard
Now I bet some babe has got your vision blurred
Some babe
Some babe
Some babe is gonna feed you to the birds
Away, I bet that’s where we are
Just away, real goddamn far
But I’m thinking of your nose
And the way your long hair grows
And your closet full of words
That I’d love it if I heard
Someday I’m gonna feed you to the birds
Someday
Someday
Someday I’m gonna feed you to the birds
Someday I’m gonna feed you to the birds
To the birds, to the birds, to the birds
Someday I’m gonna feed you to the birds
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3. |
Haunt of Mine
04:39
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HAUNT OF MINE
Your noisy white apartment
The mattress on the floor
Bare walls
Just a hook on the door
I see your forehead so full of lines
The red bike you built
The wind in the night
Your cast-iron pan
And your treasured knife
Oh I see shadows, scattered coffee grinds
I’ll go back to you, you’re a haunt of mine
(Ghosts)
November will creep up
And whisper in my ear
That your mountains have called you
And I’m staying here
But I haven’t even told you my middle name yet - it’s Madeleine
Oh you send a shiver down my spine
(Ghosts)
I will go back to you
And the moon will shine
Spring will come again
Meet me there
I will find you
I will find you
You’re a haunt of mine
You’re a haunt of mine
You cleared out your apartment
Left nothing on the floor
Turned out the lights
And shut the door
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4. |
The Colour
04:01
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My shoulder moved closer to your voice
My leg white from the winter to your broken record noise
But then you burned your finger, and faced with the choice
I closed my eyes, you didn’t close the door
I closed my eyes, you didn’t close the door
Your eyes wandered up and down the road
Smiles and hopeful laughs on the mountain piles of snow
But then she said “so, what about the girl?” as though
She didn’t know, she didn’t even know
She didn’t know, she didn’t even know
The colour on my cheeks is fading
And I don’t know what to do about it
All I really know is that I’m wasting my time
On you
All of my time
On you
My tongue made weird shapes and said weird words
Things I never thought, things I wondered if I’d heard
So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, adieu
If I had a chance at all it must have been with you
If I had a chance at all it must have been with you
The colour on my cheeks is fading
And I don’t know what to do about it
All I really know is that I’m wasting my time
On you
All of my time
On you
Wasting my time
On you
All of my time
On you
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5. |
North of Superior
04:11
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NORTH OF SUPERIOR
I’m standing in line at Olympico
I stayed up all night listening to the radio
There’s a sunglass sea on the patio
Eyes all hidden from the sun’s glow
But there’s water in this rusty lake for everyone to dip their toes in
You know I’m always gonna scoff at the small town scene
But it doesn’t matter what’s better ‘cause I’ll see you where I’m going
‘Cause I’m going north of Superior
And you should come north of Superior
They say everything north of Superior’s crystal clean
Toronto’s full of sharp ears
Concrete scenes and judging sneers
Big smoke of thundering cars
There’s one party on and eight empty bars
But there’s mud in these dirty streets for everyone to squish their feet in
I know you’re always going to squawk at the city scene
But it won’t matter what’s better when all the paths are beaten
And everything north of superior
Everything north of Superior
Everything north of Superior’s
Submarine
Aw, there’s blood in these veins to get us through the winter
The bandwagon’s gone, the town has quit the scene
But I won’t sit back and watch these structures splinter
Cause I’m going north of Superior
And you’re going north of Superior
So let’s keep north of Superior
Evergreen
I’m standing in line at Olympico
I stayed up all night listening to the radio
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6. |
Humphrey Bogart
03:58
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You’re a tear on an airport floor
Your shoes are waiting at the door
But what are they waiting for?
I’ve been so high and I’ve been so low
I moved the piano
And it moved so slow
But here’s to
Looking at you
Here’s to looking at you, kid
I’ve been a tired bear
I’ve tripped and I’ve fallen and I’ve slept there
Like a drunk on a hill
There’re irons in the fire
And birds on the wire
I’ve been really tired
But here’s to
Looking at you
Here’s to looking at you, kid
And from a distance, I-
I watched you die
You’re a tear on an airport floor
Your shoes are waiting at the door
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