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Mostly stellar, gunning strong
I've had these feelings about her all along
And the wrath of her neighbour's son
Spilled out the back door and worried everyone
Jackie knew she could not call home
Her publicist had escaped to work the phones
Watched in envy, in the sun
It's undivided attention, modest one.
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The Disaster Drop
02:43
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Take my number and hold this lighter
An exercise to toughen skin
These cheap headphones are making you sound
Better than I think you've ever been.
Promise me you'll let your conscience shine here
Full tilt and peak before your time.
You'll need my cigarettes to count your blessings
When every last disaster drop is mine.
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AV In The Sunshine, Man
03:54
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I'd trust my instincts too
If I stared that long at my shoes
But I’ve got these acres ploughed
So we can hang around
With Summer bleached-hair fads
And turntables from our Dads
Well I’ve got my Kelp Records on
And we’ll engrave a song
If I ever forget her
In tank-top sunset blurs
Will you neglect to call me Tom
And we’re defusing bombs
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Lyrics:
She floats like dizzy
Sunshine and empty
Aerosol containers on the moon.
Save for wicked sisters
Vaseline on blisters
I can't hold a candle to her bloom.
She's autumn leaves
And almost drown
But I know how sweet landlocked sounds
She's campy queen
And never wrong
I guess I'll miss her when she's gone.
She destroyed the notion
That caked on suntan lotion's
The only way to beat the Summertime
Now she's open pastures
Silent film disasters
Getting every word exactly right.
She's autumn leaves
And almost drown
But I know how sweet landlocked sounds
She's campy queen
And never wrong
I guess I'll miss her when she's gone.
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Whisper Astrologics
02:43
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Hold on: I think this song is ending
So will you drive me home the next 10 years?
And I wait as we lay down in traffic
For the sounds with the meanings insincere.
As you plan for your thoughts with astrologics
To be sure of the paintings on the moon
And the smell of your hair these last three minutes
Spent our eternity too soon.
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A Makeshift Marvel
03:36
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Lyrics:
The minute the moment takes over the road
Isn't it weird then, to be so in control?
I tried not to wake her, while digging through clothes
I'm stalled in a moment she'll never know.
The caption will read earth-shattering demise
On a lonelier dirt road than we had in mind
And its not the song, its that long distance girl in my head
That I can't explain away.
You may not have noticed, but I've headed out west.
We'll communicate better with that off my chest.
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The Sympathetic Slur
02:03
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Lyrics:
A 16 hour drive
For 15 minutes live
14 years of slow, eroding ties
13 circus acts unload their gear and then purport to read my mind
All lit up.
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Lyrics:
I caught a cold for this new year
Can I park my car out here
And finish off this toast
That's meant to keep me home.
To wager words or wilt with blame
When gin and tonic makes some gains
To save the day but set me back
10,000 more.
And I'm only one per cent under the gun
That's only one projectile from the sun.
A trophy wins a trophy's charm
With catatonic false alarms
Focused on the past
And waiting here for you.
I caught a cold for this new year
So can I hang my jacket here
And finish off this toast
That's meant to keep me home.
And I'm only one per cent under the gun
That's only one projectile from the sun.
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Lyrics:
The cafeteria surprise
Was a 4-track spitting lies
Things were looking good
And only getter better.
I read her record buying guide
And welled up somewhere deep inside
A thought of her and rock n roll
And consummation
Now I feel like a stoned stun gun
And I know that's impossible
If the wait's still on
I swear, I'll get back you.
A sweetheart gesture coincides
With the springtime in her eyes
A dress-up custom built charade
Was almost waning
And if I get too close to you
With lightning rods and paper glue
I might find a simple plan for your attention.
Now I feel like a stoned stun gun
And I know that's impossible
If the wait's still on
I swear, I'll get back you.
So linger on
Your hopefuls half a million strong
Collide tonight.
So linger on
Your hairspray and sentimental songs
Dissolve tonight.
They'll dissolve tonight.
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Sleeves Cover Sores
02:18
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I've been done in
Suitcase near my burnt skin
3 star, ground floor
Her knees strike chords in polyester
Should my eyes undress her
In backlight mornings alone
With faith in these warnings
To tone down.
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The Dead Weight Song
04:34
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All that is gone
I've shut out
And made way for blonde streaks.
I'm saved by the drones of the distant kids
Hanging on an evening breeze.
It seems like we'll get along
As your breath settles on my tongue
And the ghosts from the shoreline hum
Their dead weight song.
Carve the way back home
And light the harvest fields
With the moon that straddles your dim cheeks
If you're a lost love now
And safety worked in crowds
With the damage ever haunting me.
It seemed like we'd get along
As your breath settled on my tongue
And the ghosts from the shoreline hummed
Their dead weight song.
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Chris Page Ottawa, Ontario
Songwriting for indie garage bands Expanda Fuzz, The Stand GT, Camp Radio, and all these folk songs I strum quietly to myself, just below the din.
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