1. |
Headfull
03:04
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I am a boy with a head full of God
Lungs full of secondhand smoke
I play a guitar and I sing in a bar
In between lines of coke
She’s taking me downtown to the movies
I’m coming down on living room couches
I’ve been in love for my whole life
I’ve been in love for my whole life with you x2
Can I tell you a confession of mine?
I’ll write you a note
Now that I’ve opened my heart and signed
I’ll leave you with a quote:
“It’s opener there, in the wide open air,”
It’s opener there
I’ve been in love for my whole life
I’ve been in love for my whole life with you x2
Give me a minute and I’ll waste your time x4
She’s taking me downtown to the movies
I’m coming down on living room couches
I’ve been in love for my whole life
I’ve been in love for my whole life with you x4
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2. |
Barfly
02:06
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Smoky curtains are making new myth
They fall and I scream
And we can dance side by side on a ramshackle standard
Don’t you worry now
One night that hot butter knife voice
Will cut through alright
And when it does
I say to myself for a few seconds at least
That poets lurk in alley corners, and truth Masquerades as the hard life
Truth, it masquerades
Undermining, underpinning, understanding, don’t pray for a lot
Just dress me down, down
Corrugated steel don’t throw any punches
From the other side of the street
A couple words cut you out
Radio took the rest of your thoughts
And hang that roiling tempo, by the rolling constraints
And there’s a river coming, we’re all heading out
We’re all heading out, we’re all heading out
I see you now; you still cut like a knife (x4)
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3. |
Mixtapes
03:11
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He said come up to my house and I’ll make you up a CD
Cause I’ve seen what you’ve been listening to and I wonder if you’d let me
Seedy guys with CDs always send me into fits
When you’re half-drunk on the babble they transmit
I make mixtapes for girls, to give out on the weekends
Have one have twenty more one mores, it does not relent
I don’t really care if some of them have boyfriends
That’s the name of the game, like that song on Tweekend
He said come down to my show and I’ll play a song for you
Cause I know you like the shows, and I’ll let you skip the queue
Sweet guys with songs always send me into fits
When your fox on the run becomes a ballroom blitz
I write songs for girls, to play out on the weekends
I make mixtapes for girls, to give out on the weekends
Have one have twenty more one mores, it does not relent
I don’t really care if some of them have boyfriends
Oh yeah, and some of them had boyfriends
He said come into my café, I’ll read you a short story
I know you’ll like the place, on the tables they have morning glories
Sad guys with stories always send me into fits
And if you don’t like me, why don’t you just admit it?
I write stories for girls, to read out on the weekends
I write songs for girls, to play out on the weekends
I make mixtapes for girls, to give out on the weekends
Have one have twenty more one mores, it does not relent
It does not relent
He said get out of this bar, my car can take us away
Those seaside towns are pretty great before Labor Day
Crazy guys with cars always send me into fits
When they look like they’re tax collectors, but they’ve got you doing hits
I drive cars for girls, to take them out on weekends
I write stories for girls, to read out on the weekends
I write songs for girls, to play out on the weekends
I make mixtapes for girls, to give out on the weekends
Said I make mixtapes for girls
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4. |
Love or Lack Thereof
04:15
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I was taking was no chances
I was saving you dances
I was taking you out for a ride in my parents’ car
But hell, I think I know you too well
I think I know me too
And we’ve only done a read-through
We barely got through the read-through
If we had the same mother
I could love you like a brother
But we don’t so we don’t have to
Yeah, we don’t have to love each other at all
This was grade 9 I was wild and wide-eyed and
On the fringes of a high school dance
You were there with me, probably wanted to kiss me
I only looked at you askance
Then you started crying, I didn’t know why and
So I sat there holding your hand
Love or lack thereof, it’s taken care of
I must request that you remand
I was taking was no chances
I was saving you dances
I was taking you out for a ride in my parents’ car
But hell, I think I know you too well
I think I know me too
And we’ve only done a read-through
We barely got through the read-through
If we had the same mother
I could love you like a brother
But we don’t so we don’t have to
Yeah, we don’t have to love each other at all
I’ve always been awkward, unsure when I talk words
Have a hard time getting out
In the heat of the moment I start to foment
And can’t tell what you’re talking about
I correct my wrongs by writing songs
And there are so many to redress
The years that came since then, the just make me wince and
If anything I’ve regressed
Taking was no chances
I was saving you dances
I was taking you out for a ride in my parents’ car
But hell, I think I know you too well
I think I know me too
And we’ve only done a read-through
We barely got through the read-through
If we had the same mother
I could love you like a brother
But we don’t so we don’t have to
Yeah, we don’t have to love each other at all
This was grade 9 I was wild and wide-eyed and
On the fringes of a high school dance
You were there with me, said you wanted to kiss me
I didn’t give you the chance
Then you started crying, I knew why and
Still I sat there holding your hand
Love or lack thereof, it’s taken care of
It’s taken care of, it’s taken care of
But hell, I think I know you too well
I think I know me too
And we’ve only done a read-through
We barely got through the read-through
And shit, I’m not too proud of it
I led you on for so long
And all you’ve got is this stupid song
And all I have is this stupid song
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5. |
Sparrow Song
02:56
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See that sparrow falling from the sky
Shot at by arrows from time to time
It's so easy for someone like me to not even try
It's so easy for someone like me
To say hello to you but easier for goodbye
Well, my interpretation of signs is skewed
And often misaligned with everything that's considered right
Misinformation, miscommunication, all relating to intra-group relations
All of these, they go side by side
And I don't even know of proximity or courtship roles
A look, a glance, a word, they all grab at me so playfully
Stay to play, embrace my curiosities, romantic fees
So I strategize to lose my fight and regret in hindsight
See that sparrow falling from the sky
Shot at by arrows from time to time
It's so easy for someone like me to not even try
It's so easy for someone like me
To say hello to you but easier for goodbye
My body stiffens, my mind deletes the entire hard drive
A duck, I'm just sitting here waiting to get fried
And all the while I can sense the impatience in me
But in the end, I'll just take it and leave
And I don't even know of proximity or courtship roles
So I strategize to lose my fight and regret in hindsight
See that sparrow falling from the sky
Shot at by arrows from time to time
It's so easy for someone like me to not even try
It's so easy for someone like me
To say hello to you but easier for goodbye
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6. |
Nothing Happens
03:46
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I went piecing my life together
From photographs and old receipts
I went piecing myself together
Wrapping bandages where I bleed
I went piecing my nights together
From bottle caps and soiled sheets
I went piecing myself together
Wrapping bandages where I bleed
And I don’t need assistance
To explain my existence
But you don’t sound convinced of this
When you ask me:
Do you think about all you’ve lost to find this?
Can you forgive yourself all your crimes without victims?
I went piecing my life together
From photographs and old receipts
I went piecing myself together
Wrapping bandages where I bleed
I went piecing my nights together
From bottle caps and soiled sheets
I went piecing myself together
Wrapping bandages where I bleed
Do you think about all you lost to find this?
Can you forgive yourself all your crimes without victims? x2
We meet, we try, nothing happens, so we look away x4
Do you think about all you lost to find this?
Can you forgive yourself all your crimes without victims? x2
I went tearing my life apart
Trading faces for question marks
I went tearing myself apart
So badly next time I won’t know where to start
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7. |
Life of Fridays
03:16
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Woke up got to school on time
Saw your smile, wished you’d be mine
Next thing I know I’m sitting in class
Seems like time is running fast
An hour or so of pretending I know
Why a hundred and one equals two, here I go
Now I just can’t keep caring I’m lost and I’m staring
Hands are beginning to move
Don’t care what the clock says
I was speeding by, the week was just a blur
Living a life of Fridays
Cause tomorrow is the weekend for sure
Late again and I’m stepping fast
People in cars keep on rushing past
Like an opposite tide, the current I ride
Is trying to push me back inside
And that’s where I want to be
Free from responsibility and rules, and rules
Don’t care what the clock says
I was speeding by, the week was just a blur
Living a life of Fridays
Cause tomorrow is the weekend for sure
Don’t care what the clock says
I was speeding by, the week was just a blur
Living a life of Fridays
Cause tomorrow is the weekend
Said tomorrow is the weekend
Tell me now tomorrow is the weekend for sure
Given the time and the space I could make a mistake, oh the things I could bend I could break,
I don’t need an excuse cause I don’t see the use with just me and just you we will know what to do
But the thing is I don’t see it happening soon, now I’ll be in my bed sleeping ‘til noon
Cause I’m sick of this rhyme and sick of this pattern, la ta da ta da ta da
And as I don’t have to grow up yet, I will still take my time waking up, oh yeah!
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8. |
January February
03:24
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You gave a lot, I gave a little
You played guitar, I played the fiddle
And I didn’t know what you’d do when we hit it big
You’d write the music, I’d write the words
It didn’t matter, ‘cause no one ever heard
Except my mom came down to our first gig
At grad we played a song for them
Quick to applaud and to condemn
And I didn’t know what you’d do when I had to leave
You came around to my new friends
I knew the party had to end
When I saw the chevron on your jacket sleeve
I still have your rhyming dictionary
My imaginary adversary voluntary military
Honorary burial at an arbitrary mortuary
January February temporary solitary
Your father told me that you’re gone
Then why is your light always on?
The windowpane broke with a rock but the blinds stayed drawn
I dreamed you came to our old school
It was too late, woke up in April
I don’t know why that’s in here when it doesn’t rhyme
I still have your rhyming dictionary
My imaginary adversary voluntary military
Honorary burial at an arbitrary mortuary
January February temporary solitary
Dry-eyed sigh can’t satisfy the sky
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9. |
Red Plaid Shirt
04:01
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She was new to high school and impressionable
He wore a red plaid shirt that was exceptional
Things progressed exactly as they usually do
And when I met her they were broken up and she was on her way to school
With the shirt already tucked into her bags
She swore she didn’t steal it
But knew she was going to keep it for awhile
And if it ever starts to hurt
She just wears his red plaid shirt and feels alright
I had just come down to university
In the early days, when drinking was the worst on me
I got caught outside once in a rainstorm
On the way to her party, so I needed clothes
And the shirt was warm upon my back
I swore I wouldn’t steal it
But knew I was going to keep it for awhile
And if it ever starts to hurt
I just wear her red plaid shirt and feel alright
You came to my apartment for the summer
I went home and thought no more about her
Crossing on the shores of my lake Wobegon
You found it in my closet and thought you’d try it on
And the shirt was gone when I came back
You swore you didn’t steal it
But I know you’re going to keep it for awhile
If it ever starts to hurt
Just wear my red plaid shirt and feel alright
If it ever starts to hurt
Just wear my red plaid shirt and feel alright
If it ever starts to hurt
Just wear my red plaid shirt and feel alright
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10. |
Spagett!
03:05
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I saw her walking down the alleyway
I saw her talking, what does she have to say?
But a man was walking, holding a nice nosegay
Looms large, stalking, hiding behind the doorway
Hiding behind the doorway
Spagett!
Shocked and surprised, her eyes opened wide
Who is this man? Sexy receding hairline
Marinara sauce spread round his lips must taste divine
Spook me softly, while I stroke your spine
While I stroke your spine
Spagett!
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11. |
Cigarette Two Step
02:24
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I want to see the seas drain away
Climb down the rocks to dance on the ocean floor, on the ocean floor
While you do the cigarette two-step
Sliding out the back door, try to ignore the cold
I want to hear the rain fall all at once
Not just a trickle but a thunderous clap to wake me up in the dark
You need the smell of morning coffee
The sound of somber mourning families on your T.V.
Soap is slippery, skin is sharp
I never doubt it I felt it
Skin is slippery, soap is sharp
You never doubt it you read it
I want to ride the trees growing
To breeze-blowing heights, I’d meet the slate-blue sky
You bring your lunch in a brown paper bag
A hag wrinkles slowly and slowly’s how it’s always done, but I’m already done
Soap is slippery, skin is sharp
I never doubt it I felt it
Skin is slippery, soap is sharp
You never doubt it you read it
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12. |
In Vain
02:45
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I’ve thought quite a lot about this
It’s gone round in my head
From all the rolling around
Mostly it’s been done after dark, alone in my bed
Two feet from the ground
And a mile from the sense that the light tries to make
When I try to call, when I start to shake
When I’m standing in the backyard
With my guitar in the shade of the rain
Couldn’t you tell me without having to ask?
Blink once for yes, I’ll wave back
Didn’t believe it so leave it with all your achievements in vain
I’m not one to talk about this
But since you asked
I guess I’ll give you the gist
Mostly it’s been push and then pull
I thought you above me, then I thought you below
It’s so easy to forget that it hasn’t come to blows
When I try to call, when I start to shake
When I’m standing in the backyard
With my guitar in the shade of the rain
Couldn’t you tell me without having to ask?
Blink once for yes, I’ll wave back
Didn’t believe it so leave it with all your achievements in vain
When I try to call, I wait ‘til it’s too late
I never feel like doing nothing it just kind of happens that way
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I saw your face and I turned to stone
Gotta leave this place, gotta go back home
Where I saw you last, sleeping on that bed
Give it to me fast, give me that head
Ahhh
A second too late you opened your eyes
Perhaps it's fate that this is where I die
No winged horse, no andromeda strain
Solidify my blood, while my true love is slain
Ahhh
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14. |
Left Out of Letters
03:43
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You ask me what I left out of the letters
But I know better than to try and answer that
In the cluttered, buried, dusty days
I picked up what you threw away
And kept it like a secret
Now you ask me to repeat it, I say
I’ll use simple words and let you sing along
It doesn’t matter what just make it up
You know you can’t be wrong
Why don’t you need an education?
Why don’t you take your medication?
Why don’t you know he’s on probation?
Why don’t you just try masturbation?
You ask me what I left out of the letters
But I know better than to try and answer that
In the cluttered, buried, dusty days
I picked up what you threw away
And kept it like a secret
Now you ask me to repeat it, I say
If my manuscript is nondescript and bland
If it makes no sense at all
Will you still tell me that you understand and
Why do you put up with my nonsense?
Why don’t I feel I have a conscience?
Why does it have to be so hard to say the words
I’m not sure if I mean? When I mean:
You ask me what I left out of the letters
But I know better than to try and answer that
In the cluttered, buried, dusty days
I picked up what you threw away
And kept it like a secret
Now you ask me to repeat it, I say
I’ll do my best to hone your soul your wit and charm
To be sure, it’s hearts not bones
So no one’s been done any real harm
Why do I feel I’m in a movie?
Why can you look and see right through me?
Why do I feel there’s nothing worse than
“Why have I never told you this in person?”
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15. |
Then Go
03:09
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You’ve got a foolproof excuse to hang out
I have nothing to be worried about
And I wonder in time, I flounder in doubt
Should I go?
You’ve got so, so many friends
I’ve no idea where I fit in
I follow my lines, poison my pen
I’m careful to keep way more then I expend
And then go
Oh, now, I’m not a quitter
Come now, don’t be so bitter
Somehow I’ll find a reason to stay away
You’ve got a strained note to your laugh
Following mine after the joke’s passed
And I wonder if I’ll find I don’t know the half
If I go
You’ve got a new bold look in your eye
I’ve a new bold hand on your thigh
I’d be your partner in crime if only I were to try
And not go
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The Argyles Montréal, Québec
The Argyles are an energetic rock band from Montreal raging at the hazards of life and love as thoughtful and polite young men.
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