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Prairie Eyes
04:01
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she said have courage my love/ then we cast off/windswept sails high/nothing i said could make it stop/and every night from dusk till dawn/i waited on the beach/clenching white sand in my teeth/every gull in the sky/mistaken for a sign/they say wait for me/waking up in empty yards/and dust settles on empty tracks/the prairies are in your eyes/ cast off don't look back/i don't want to go home/but i don't want this place/where do you go/when nothing will change/as long as there's diesel/i'll still be running
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well i listened to your album on repeat last night/just like yesterday after that silly fight/and it's weird how connected i feel to you sometimes/even though i barely know you well i wish that i did/and i want to write you a letter say promise me some day/we'll meet each other outside of myspace/and in person we'll laugh and be silly or cry or drink if that's what you think/and in some empty eerie sleepy campground/in southern mississippi/the air is so think of humidity/and even though it's midnight it's still so hot/and i can't remember the last cold day/it's been over a month since i've worn my hoodie/and that was in pei - man, how time flies/well everything's shaky and hard at best/but maybe tomorrow we can look our best/and drive to new orleans or maybe las vegas/pretend that we're flying there in an outer space ship/well why did you change, or why did i/because nothing is better, same shit different pile/well i'm sorry i fucked up/but i'll try with my best luck.
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A Song For Sad Friends
03:30
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i saw the dust clouds in your eyes/while we stood on pillars ten feet high/and i watched the flesh fall off your knife/while you fly the storm just like a kite/but these days you just ebb and sway/like our old city filled with cranes/and i held you up above the sky/so you could tell me what it was like/and i held you up above the sky/but you still tell me it's just night/and now you walk around so desperately/a shallow reflection of what you used to be/you're becoming these streets/twenty odd years of facing defeat/well when i'm older i swear/i will never grow grey hair/and when i'm older i swear/nothing will be unfair/and when i'm older i swear/my wings will take me everywhere/and when i'm older i swear/i will take you with me/because that's what friends do/unconditionally.
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Spring 2009
03:31
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i want to alliterate and smash the state/i want to live just like my mentors/keep a journal, write letters and take photos with this pencil/and every story would be a tattoo inked to my body/next to friends names in pockets, who could share in the journey/from the west coast and the island to a train through the mountains/through tundra and ice to east coast fog lights/but this heart of mine keeps bleeding and i can't make it stop/all these flowers i throw them but they sink just like rocks/be it wheat fields or rivers with banks of black mud/nowhere feels like home when it's what you don't got/i made a phone call from the east mall just south of the border/and this journal was tattered and my heart in disorder/back in toronto a desperado with a cup and a paper sign/in weeks i shed loathing with you here at my side/and on a grain i felt wary heading back to the prairies/but i want this to last like the wind at my back
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Road To The Sun
03:07
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i remember that i saw you reflect on the concrete/we stepped transfixed over broken glass/summer in south of the border/big blue skies and desert tans/drove slow you cried when we came home/drove slow i cried when we came home/and i drove your car alone myself that night/the heat didn't work, skidded over black ice/you walked me home, stumble drunk again/to a dream you had that i didn't fit in/and i swear i tried as best as i could/to fix broken bridges and make better on good/i'd follow you, you know that's just me/it's not what i want, but it's how i breath/and i won't ever get out of bed until you promise me you are dead/montana or carlsbad, memories i never had/i'm sick of remembering things that never happened
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Six Years Running
03:04
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counting cars pass, maybe five to the hour/and my feet are still wet from a new brunswick shower/fog it starts to rise off the saint john river/clouding my head, and i can't see much clearer/doing what i swore was my greatest downfall/following my heart across a country chalked of scars/of all the broken hopes and collective memories/fading away friends that i swore not to leave/and where can i go when i fight dependency/because even highways need me/i cling to interactions like the last i'll ever see/and i still burn my tongue on cups of black coffee/well i always say 'just do what makes you happy'/but secretly i wish that you didn't live across the country/secretly i wish that you loved me...
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Pool Hall Champions
04:36
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with my hands in your hands we're just cold hands in mittens/you're freight trains and freeways and i'm burnt out ignition/our whisky and coffee and late night offerings/these stencils and craft glue won't see us through/nothing but closed doors i drink my way through/counting regret in empty cans and cigarettes/with passion of a powder keg, and manipulative segues/you sold your dreams for abusive extremes/on cardstock outside my broken bedroom door/i wrote that i tried and wish there was more/but time is nothing but what we make of it/you chip it away counting all the ways i waste it/well i'll keep swimming for you (because it's all i know how to do)/i'm sinking this ship they told me that its true/i'll still try my best despite crash lines and empty words/i'm taking on water faster than the air/we're all taking on water faster than the air
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Get Help Chris
04:26
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huddled in my two by four of a bed i make between your arms and legs/and here is where i think i'm really safe/before you slip away, and then it's bright inside/and they're all at the factory just punching time/and i stare outside, but can't seem to make these legs work/the snow collects on your porch, and it's mine/and all things must die/i'm never as lucky sometimes it feels/our cold hands grab railings, the december frost is setting in/i was waiting on a basement/i slept on the garage again/the dish water is clouding up the window panes/there's ice inside tonight/the thermostat's stuck at 35/and we're so scared without chaos/in these steady jobs 9 to 5/paying our rent eating out every sunday night/i saw your bedroom, it was covered in dirt/of the relationships that never quite worked/you filled them like cracks in the yellowing walls/with pills and the ice and my stomach crawls/jeremy said maybe it will snow tonight/i don't think it has stopped in at least 40 nights/when the sun has set and our city dies/we'll crawl back into shells where we know how best to hide/we'll shoot the shit go back to what we know/cheap beer, warm beds, and we'll let it snow.
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For Phoebe
02:23
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the fuzzy brown squirrel hopped through the park/he said "i'm not afraid of the dark"/and from the tree overhead/the little raccoon said/"you can play with me before bed!"/so they hopped and skipped and rode their bikes/with their helmets on past the city lights/and through the valley and past the trees/and dipped their tows in the burbling stream/"well i'm so hungry i could use a snack"/said fuzzy squirrel while scratching his head/"i can get us a tasty treat!"/said raccoon while she spun on her feet/so out from the woods/and back to the lights/they laughed and giggled into the night/"well climb with me into this dumpster/don't be afraid, just watch for sharp rouble/because under all these layers of waste/there's a lot that's still really great/sometimes this old cityscape/forgets to reduce, reuse or recycle/but we can help break that cycle"/so fuzzy brown squirrel and little racoon/feasted on perfectly good food/and they reflected on a really great day/best friends forever/that's how we will stay!
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rodeo Halifax, Nova Scotia
my name is rodeo and i'm from alberta. i live in halifax right now. let's be friends?
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