BalconyEP

by Kylie Fox

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1.
Montreal 02:24
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
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
3.
Stephen 02:45
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
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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Ravens 02:55
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.
6.
Balcony 02:56
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
7.
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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All songe by Kylie Fox
Recorded and mixed at Monopolized Records by Corey Bonnevie
Mastered by Andy Magoffin at The House of Miracles

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released November 1, 2017

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Kylie Fox Saint John, New Brunswick

Alt-folk Canadiana artist Kylie Fox spins stories of rolling prairies and the North-Western woods, of hometown fables and flames, and of the clumsy dichotomy of youth and adulthood in sophisticated webs of cynicism, beauty, and wit. The gentle, honey-toast timbre of her voice is also rich with power and direction, lending to a performance as honest and compelling as her poetry. ... more

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