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New Formalities
04:53
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Thinking of some time off
Time to clear my head
Never made our minds up
So we just stayed in bed
Eyes have grown so tired from
Screens that must refresh
For all our new advances now
We still feel things in flesh
A mallet hits your knee
But it won't find a nerve
A modern malady
The truth that we deserve
The new formalities
And rituals observed
The truth that we deserve
An empathetic notice
From those who say they care
Apathetic train-wreck
We rubber-neck and stare
Chalk it up to progress
Delete away our shame
Self-obsessive vampires
Emptying out veins
A mallet hits your knee
But it won't find a nerve
A modern malady
The truth that we deserve
The new formalities
And rituals observed
The truth that we deserve
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Broken Telephone
02:58
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Woke up late again this morning
Can't chase clouds away too soon
The sun came out again this evening
But it burned out in the afternoon
The stairs creak so slowly
As he takes his steps
Another night writing down regrets
Used to hear a voice so clearly
But now we interrupt on cue
Overflow of information
It's flooding through the gates that tell me that its you
The stairs creak so slowly
As she takes her steps
Another night writing
Down her regrets
Into the darkness she exclaims, "I am home!"
Yeah, we used to talk
Broken Telephone
Did you really hear it somewhere?
Or was it someone else's news?
The doors open slowly
As we make our steps
Another night writing off
All of our regrets
Into the darkness we explain, "We are home"
Yeah, we used to talk
Broken Telephone
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3. |
Open Wound
04:20
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I'll paint you a picture
A poison elixir
Nothing could fix her
Dried up on me
Started to wonder
I had to dive under
Or I would have dried up
Dried up on you
It's been gone for years
Not that you would notice
Face up to your fears
Now that you know this
Hope can reappear
In a moment's notice
Unless it disappears
Into an open wound
Hand-me-down gone wrong
Second-hand love songs
Laid out on the front lawn
Buy it from me
It's 25 cents, man
Prospecting in East Van
Garage Sale gold pan
Dry-clean only
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4. |
Wear Me Out
04:22
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You gave it up for less than that
A weighted word can't take it back
Heavy eye-lids killing time
Dying for some peace of mind
Narrow vision fading fast
Wear me out of you
You wear me out it's true
Put away the welcome mat
Forgets the weight of footsteps past
Too busy taking liberties
To see our inconsistencies
Built for sale but not to last
Wear me out of you
Can't you see your shadow it
Gave up on following you
You wear me out it's true
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Undefined
04:44
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Time runs out
When the clocks not wound
Another lament she sighs to clear the airways
The sun will rise
To undisguise
Camouflaged confessions they're written the hard way
Undefined
Awake this time awake and dreaming
Still we climb
Up against a fake glass ceiling
We'll never find the diamond hidden in the coal until
We take a chance and go for broke
Small hand lies
As the bigger one flies
Into the face of all our plans and predictions
The day seems near
A vision appears
Honourable mention to a new addiction
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6. |
Song You Can't Rewind
04:50
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Either home or on the run
Can't remove what's said and done
Well, you know, it's safe to assume
We've all got some thing we're trying to prove
Watch the clock when it runs slow
Disappears when it goes fast
All we know is that it don't last
When your world has grown too small
To afford another withdrawal
Only hu-man, that much is true
On a grander scale we are so new
Watch the clock when it runs slow
Disappears when it goes fast
All we know is that...
It don't last for ever though it might feel that way
So don't fast-forward through the parts you meant to play
It don't last for ever though you might want it to sometimes
So don't ask for the ones you know to never change
All we know is that.....
It don't last for ever though it might feel that way
So don't fast-forward through the parts you meant to play
It don't last for ever though it might feel that way
The story ends even if you won't turn the page
It don't last for ever though you might want it to sometimes
So don't ask for the ones you know to never change
Don't fast-forward through
A song you can't rewind
Even if you want to
A song you can't rewind
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Not quite pop punk. Kind of alt rock. Not really skate punk. GOOD GRIEF is "snowboard video rock". A refreshing dose of honest, melodic rock, full of lyrics inspired by insightful themes, GOOD GRIEF mixes the straight-forward and complex to make a satisfying, energetic blend that would have fit perfectly on a 90's snowboard video soundtrack. ... more
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