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Montreal
02:24
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Went to study in the city for a year
surrounded by books and beer
home is so far from here
Momma is so far from here
I've been looking for something familiar
Amidst all the noise and blaire
there is not salt in the air
And no one else knows to care
I've been dreaming of what life used to be
But I'm a hamster in the gym every day
And its hard to run away
When you're running in the same damn place
But atleast its a pretty city
with lots of things to see and do
If I'm gunna be lost somewhere
Guess it's cool that I'm here with you Montreal
You make me feel so small Montreal
I've been waiting on my big break
In a bar on Saint Catherine Street
But atleast its pays my heat
Singing my songs while people eat
I walk the streets and wonder when
People will start to know my name
Aren't we all just chasing fame
Only the lucky win the game
In my apartment I force my pen
Desperation's a song's inspiration
There's nice acoustics in the metro station
But then dinner counts on your donation
But atleast its a pretty city
with lots of things to see and do
If I'm gunna be lost somewhere
Guess it's cool that I'm here with you Montreal
You make me feel so small Montreal
People call me a bum on the street
And I guess that's accurate
I'm a regurgitated piece of shit
But that's okay I'm used to it
I'm a mold and a growth on the side walk
I blend in to the cement
But I've got nothing to repent
Listerine helps me forget
I hold out my hands for change
They pretend not to see me there
People are too busy to care
But I sure wish that they would share
But atleast its a pretty city
with lots of things to see and do
If I'm gunna be lost somewhere
Guess it's cool that I'm here for you Montreal
You make me feel so small Montreal
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Skydiver
04:04
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Skydiver, skydiver, I'm skipping town
I will be long gone by the time you get down
I hope your parachute always works for you
Gambling man, gambling man, how are your bets?
You say it's been going good but I ain't seen nothin yet
Anyway, just keep betting high
Grass is cheap and the days aren't so lame
Wandering boy, wandering boy, where you wander too?
Your life's in a bag and your back's turning blue
You think age's grace will catch you standing still
Break dancer, break dancer, blood in the sink
Static in your ears makes it harder to think
In that case, just keep jumping high,
Sugar's cheap and the nights aren't so lame
Swallow jelly beans from the bathroom stall
Grow your garden from a hole in the wall
They travel cheap
But the view from the plane it ain't so lame
Sweet talker, sweet talker, take me to a show
Better smoke that stick behind your ear first though
Otherwise you'd have nothing to say
Paint me a farmhouse, prove me a view
Afford me an acre and a photograph too
We can't be bored on a mountain this high
You are cheap and you're getting kindof lame
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Stephen
02:45
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Stephen uploads movies he can watch when he gets high
Stephen's got and arts degree
buys coffee with EI
Stephen screams in microphones some words he had to write
With his brooding bandmates to a small punk fanbase in basement pubs some nights
And he knows cocaine and good for him
but he'll roll a five and spend a ten
and he'll never be a rockstar
and twenty-six is weird and he don't know where he'll be five years from here
Stephen wants a lover like the one he just let go
He wakes up next to others but they're ladies he don't know
The album's out, commitment's down the band might hit the road
and pussy's cheap, but gas is high
and rockers how they roll
The drummer he's a crazy cat
He's got monster hair beneath his hat
and he'll never be a rockstar
cause he's still living here and he don't know where he'll be five years from here
Come on Steve get in computer science
Grow up boys with this millenial defiance
get a nine to five just to stay alive
meet on Wednesday nights for open mics
and wonder if you could have been a rockstar
But you know cocaine's not good for you
And your wife brings out the best in you
Who wants to be a rockstar?
But forty-six is weird and you don't know where you'll be five years from here
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Alberta
04:04
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The roads are long and the roads are straight
No gas stations or corner stores
Just trees on trees on trees on trees on billboards
Though the sky is wide
and the sun is hot
oh how I miss the winding hills of British Columbia.
Though the work it was hard and the mountains they were cold still I had arms to hold around me.
I'm worried about Alberta.
A friend she followed to this flat land
He'd work the rigs she'd make him casseroles
and she'd say please oh please oh please oh please come home
But he'd show up late
and his eyes were glazed
Oh how she missed the windy freedom of the maritimes.
Though I've come here with my pack
to work hard for a dime
the nearest lake is my ocean
and I'm worried about Alberta.
You've got a really pretty face
come on over and we'll talk a while
Oh tease oh tease oh tease oh tease this tall child
Though your gaze was vague
and you grew tired
I'd still collapse into your hopeful possibility
Your broad shoulders and your back
weathered by the rain can't shelter children from this province
I could tell you were worried about Alberta.
I've been driving for an hour
next to a blonde and beautied passenger
and she cries please of please oh please oh please father
I paid you back
I've got no cash
But I'm making stories that how dare you try to save me from.
I pull over finally
to a bar in Canyon Creek
where Judy tells us that we're butterflies.
I forgive you Alberta
I'll fly away soon Alberta.
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5. |
Ravens
02:55
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At a Muskox horn jewelry making class
a man with a Tribe Called Red hoodie said
Storms in the North mean something ain't right
He was born, raised and stayed in Yellowknife
Certified to write with no work in the East
I moved to the North West Territories
The town was brown and it thundered for a week
and the ravens are mocking me
The ravens are mocking me, the ravens are mocking me
They won't stop watching me
The ravens are mocking me
Paid to observe the people of this place
Who was I to speak on community
domestic disputes and beggars on the streets
The sun don't set and the people don't sleep
The beggars and the bruises and the diggers of the dirt
we are obligated to stay isolated here
we don't seem strong and we damn well aren't free
and the ravens are mocking me
The ravens are mocking me, the ravens are mocking me
They won't stop and answer me
The ravens are mocking me
Lonely and drunk around my kitchen table
no lover no family no friends just coyotes
I resent the North cuz I resent myself
I love my country but would die to be anywhere else
Invited to dance around a fire beneath the stars I became rain
I could fill this great expanse with this stranger's hand
and the drum's pain
When a man with a feather dress approached
He spoke of purpose and he spoke of being free
and he looked like a raven to me
The ravens they stomp their feet
the ravens they stomp their feet
Oh fame, oh fortune, oh a twenty-sheet
The ravens they stomp their feet they stomp their feet
they stomp their feet.
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Balcony
02:56
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Good morning ugly city
fancy waking up alone to you again
if only I had a balcony
maybe you and I could be friends
I'd get some second hand lawn furniture
I'd put a dank glass ashtray in the corner on the floor
and I'd spy on all my neighbors
surrounded by the plants I don't water anymore
November's got you bleak
and the gray has got me weak
and a coffee in the fresh air could really do me good
really do a good
A balcony could really do me good
Some morning sipping on something steamy
maybe a lonely boy would walk on by
I'd fake a cough
He'd look up and see me
I'd let down my hair to avoid come Shakespearean tragedy
Cuz November's got you bleak
and the gray has got me weak
and a warm body in the bed could really do me good
really do me good
Some company could really do me good
I look out my window at the barren rooftops
the unseen queen of this brick building
See the mist in the streetlights
but its six flights down if I wanna feel the cold
Cuz November's got you bleak and the gray has got me weak
and a coffee in the fresh air would really do me good really do me good
Some company could really do my good
A balcony could really do me good
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Things w/ Sam
03:41
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Although advertised I denied he was a leaving man
we in these parts are always wishing West
I've got both ankles in a rent
invitation sparks resent
I'll work at a fucking gym until I am free again
But no lover looked me in the eye to try and read the guard
hungry for what time would take away
but romance with limitation is a dance with provocation
conscious of him being there
his absence all I was aware
Although you think it was a waste of time, you gotta understand
I was okay with how things were with Sam
To salvage all the time I had I melted in his couch
to pass a pipe and binge watch Planet Earth
he'd rub my head he'd rub my feet
but wouldn't take me out to eat
I'd wear his flannel shirts to bed over and over and over again
I'd watch him type his friends up that he'd surely be by
Wonder if they were bummed at his no show
He said he hated making plans so I stopped asking him questions
I swear sometimes I believed he was becoming nuts for me
Although you think I was a fool, you gotta understand
I was okay with how things were with Sam
I sewed him tender inside jokes and wrapped them in a box
I'm pretty sure they're strewn across his floor
We haven't done it yet this year, he said it was getting weird
And what's the point of getting on when tomorrow I'll be gone
We kissed good bye beside the car I couldn't read his gaze
I tried to seem aloof watching him go
You'll hear from me he said, I haven't heard from him yet
People pleaser fickle mistress, but we held too tight to forget right
Although you think I'm sad you gotta understand
I was okay with how things were with Sam
I'm okay, I'm okay
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8. |
The Tinder Song
02:24
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Kylie Fox Fredericton, New Brunswick
Kylie Fox is a Canadian singer songwriter, fusing indie-folk storytelling with vintage elements of jazz and alternative rock. Her perceptive lyrics and undeniably catchy melodies are illustrated by a classically trained voice, warm and textured with a laid -back richness. With influences like Joni Mitchell, Brandi Carlile and Sharon Van Etten, her music is ethereal, lush and real. ... more
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