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So How?
02:45
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You said that you would always be by my side. Then you went and kicked me out, kicked me out of your life. I just can’t believe it that it was just a lie. How would you like it if I went and made you smile? How would you like it if I never made you smile? Gonna make smile one more time. You said that you don’t care now; I cared so it’s not fair, no. They say that three’s a charm but I went back five times; ya I know I should have known better. Fuck! First time I made her cry, I knew I’d found the one. I sure as fuckin’ hope to hell that I’ve learned my lesson. Ya I should have known better. How would you like it if I went and made you smile? How would you like it if I never made you smile? Gonna make smile; one more time. You said that you don’t care now; I cared so it’s not fair, no.
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OCD is no fun for me
02:56
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While down in the basement thinking about kicking my feet out in front of me just to have them swing back and heel the stool I was standing on, it occurred to me; it wasn’t the fear of chocking or the thought of dangling. What annoyed me was the rope and it’s texture against my neck. And I can’t remember whether or not I shut the lights and locked the doors even though I check a hundred times before I better make sure and check once more. What’s the point if it’s not itemized and systematically organized? Colour-coded alphabetically and sorted out by weight and size. What do you mean that I’m repeating myself? I can’t remember if I wiped the counter clean. What’s up with the cracks on the sidewalk? Holy shit, there’s something wrong with my head. Always chew my fingernails and never touch public handrails. What’s up with the eye contact? Stop watching me chew my food. You got a fuckin’ piece of lint on you! They say that cleanliness is next to godliness; well I’ll have to reassess and get some more bleach for this. It’s the one thing that I can’t, just can’t seem to stand, please do me a favour and go wash your fucking hands.
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Motorboat
02:50
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We have been pursuing your daughters. We have them all surrounded on the dance floor. We have been calling on your girlfriends and they’re all just standing there waiting for? We had our plans go out the window; turns out they’re all monsters on the dance floor. We have walked right into the ambush, we have walked right into they’re booby traps. We know that they’re the truly evil ones. Cuz fuckin’eh they’re the ones that had us on our knees before. We walked right into the ambush, we walked right into they’re booby traps. No we did not mean them no harm, even though we twisted they arms. This is the part now where you dance and shake that ass right out of your pants. No we did not mean them no harm, although we twisted their arms, but then they twisted our legs. The whole thing twisted my head. We have been pursuing your daughters. Turns out they’re all monsters on the dance floor. We walked right into the ambush; we walked right into … on purpose man!
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So tell me why’d’you leave the room. I think you left too soon. We didn’t even get to the punchline and it wasn’t about you. So the joke’s about your mom. So you know where we’re coming from. Every time someone yells Kool-Aid she come bustin’ through the wall. So now you come back again; eyes are looking kinda red. You’ve been laughing so hard you’d be better off dead. So tell me why’d’ you leave the room. I bet you think we’re rude. Now that you’re the butt of every joke man you got to find a new fool.
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Huggin’ in the Dark
04:49
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Huggin’ in the Dark. Wintertime so we’re huggin’ all the time. Huggin’ in the Dark. Can’t think of a better way to spend the time. Huggin’ in the Dark. After a hard days work we’re seeing this right. Huggin’ in the Dark. Here comes the sun it’s gonna break us apart. Huggin’ in the Dark. Wintertime so we’re huggin’ all the time. Huggin’ in the Dark. Standing in the middle of a living room. Huggin’ in the Dark. Wintertime so we’re huggin’ all the time. Huggin’ in the Dark. Here comes the sun it’s gonna break us apart. You and me = no way. Like a light was switched on. Like our light was switched off. You have got to be the most stubborn girl in this whole god dam world, and I know I am just as cursed that’s why this whole thing won’t work. We are too stubborn, too stubborn, too stubborn to be together.
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In My Town
02:57
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Take a look around as caravans of transplants roll into your town and one by one they settle down. It’s not that locals mind a little change from time to time, but asking us to cross that line. Forcing us to feast, down our throats, piece by piece. This is how shit’s down back east. That’s just hard to swallow; taking lead then asked to follow. I foresee it letting go. When I look around, all I see are zombies chasing me. Running like in dreams trying to sound a scream, that’s just the way it seems. Take a look around, and tell me what you see that’s haunting with this city. Converging points of views, the fabric comes unglued. Sometimes I think we’re screwed. In our town all I see are zombies and they’re all coming after me. Down our roads voices get buried by noise emitted from unwanted throats. In these parts night casted calmness; now it just seems to get dark.
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Intruder Alert
03:28
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Look beside right where your shadow lies. There’s something dark inside and it is coming out to multiply in numbers and in size. Don’t stare it in the eyes. It’s teeth and claws will thrash you. I have broken past my rational barrier and I can’t tell you what’s going to be scarier. Have you ever looked in your killer’s stare? Step back and smile, be careful beware. With a knife in your hand and a gun by your side it scares you the most to know where it hides. What you’ll see is something in between of decent and obscene; well mirrors don’t lie. While you rest evil will manifest to put you to the test; but either way will fail you. I have broken past my rational barrier and I can’t tell you what’s going to be scarier. When I look deep down all I see are wolves inside of me howling like in dreams, resonating screams; that’s just the way it seems. There’s a killer inside of you and what are you to do to hush it away. Demon cleaner awaits but it’s easier this way just to let it out to play.
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The Mad Queen
03:02
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... she’s angry!
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Foothills at Dawn
02:45
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Standing on the foothills at dawn. Why did we go? We all know that something went wrong. We still don’t know. The village has been laid to waste and laid to rest. All that’s left is rubble and stone; there’s nothing left. It came about from sticks and stones to fisticuffs; sorting shit by taste. We’ll come around when our time come. Open your mouth; silence the gun. Laying in the trenches at dusk, layered with mud. All the weapons are covered in rust and dripping blood. Over before it began; a fuckin’ mess. Never understand why we digress. It came about from sticks and stones to fisticuffs; sorting shit by taste. We’ll come around when our time come. Open your mouth; swallow the gun.
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Half-Mast
03:41
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Hey Mr. Prime Minister how could you have those thoughts? Hey Mr. World diplomat isn’t this world enough. Homeland security have your gates been breached. Hey Mr. Head of State you are making mistakes. Give you my boy and send him off to war. Equipped with a gun to die on a foreign shore. When he returns home. Dead in a body bag, won’t you give to me his old man one last thing: give me his flag at half-mast you pitiful man. Hey Mr. Prime Minister how could you have those thoughts? Hey Mr. World Diplomat isn’t this world enough. Ministry of Defence how tall is your fence? Hey Mr. Head of State you are making mistakes. Give you myself. Send me off to war. Equipped with an AK to die in your false war. When I return home dead in a body bag, won’t you give to my old man just one last thing: give him my flag at half-mast you pitiful man. Just give him my flag.
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So I know I’m going the right way, and I know I’m not lost. Surrounded by good people and summer days that never end. But I know I must be mindful of the mistakes I made in my past. Treat myself like a bludgeon and casting off what means most. Well I guess that’s the way that I go. Casting off what means most. Well I guess that’s the way I go. Lead my life away from mistakes I made before. Free from bad decisions that left me on the floor. I think I’ve been before, somewhere in the corner of my soul, and across that’s where I pay a tole and I’ll turn around and take stroll right to the bar to get fucked up. Ya I’ll take a stroll right to a bar. I’ll take a walk and get fucked up. Lead my life right straight back down the hole. Make sure I’ll end up back on the floor. On the toeside of the bell curve, this is just what I deserve. Teetering on the median unfortunately is not an option. And it’s always felt this way.
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12. |
Plus or Minus
05:16
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We would never consider that. You wanted to know. So we’re going to tell you. You wanted the truth, so we’ll tell you these lies. We would never consider that. You wanted though, so we’ll tell you these lies. We are the plus. We are the minus. We are the standard deviation that you trust.
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± standard deviation Whitehorse, Yukon
Gun & a Shovel Records
Gisli Balzer
Denis Lacroix
Josh Tremblay
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