1. |
Pink Triangles, Still
02:21
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Yeah, you wore a rainbow for one whole day
the air waves are full, the horizons are grey
from this point
kiss me like you mean it and dance on a pin
I give no more time to debatable sin
the conversation's done
Sweetwater & a pain in my ribs
and the brittlest chalk in the mouths of the kids
crumble down
so kiss me like you mean it and dance on a pin
I dance on the crux of revelatory sin
here's a ribbon for your hair
I want a love song for you
I want a love song for me, too
go on and love some more
Your badge of shame would be my honour
15 pieces of flair and a flash of colour
a subtle line, when normalcy comes
a fence between when the day is done
and place it deftly on my lapel here
pink triangles, still
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2. |
Orange Brutalism
02:57
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off on rotation in a constant state of help
to wring a single drop from an empty well
I'm a farmer's son I was born upon the land
You were born a sailor, crash upon the sand
and when I'm famous, I won't forget my name
and when you're famous, i hope you do the same
leave my parents place new horizons,
but they can pay my rent
the light was in my eyes
the feeling is a wonder and heartbreak
the scenery though is orange and concrete
You're a sailor you were born upon the water
the city doesn't care for what you have to offer
Montreal won't save you, despite what the songs say
a deaf ear is a deaf ear by any other name
you scratched and clawed, they didn't see you band,
neither did I
the ice was in my eyes
there's a shadow on the tiles
the lie was in my eyes
there's a shadow on the tiles
bleed out for an empty room
an army of sprouts to replace the old recruits
wait for the train for a while
on the orange tiles
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3. |
Black Midi
02:45
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face against the breeze
put a nail right through the keys
the waves goes on for days
put it in my eye
the way is wide, my step is light
a still, small frequency
rubbed against the grain
I don't think the song sounds the same
I made this thing and I've got more
I wrote this thing, but who's it for?
pouring through the dollar bin
here's a copy of the way I feel
like a robin's cut throat breast
because I love you I bear my chest
because you love me, keep it hid
it will protect you like a talisman
Because I'm full of love
I stole a bug from A & dub
to prove that I'm still free
put it in my ear
every single song I hear
is black midi, on the radio
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4. |
Flying White Nimbus
02:23
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do you know how fast you were going?
don't know for sure but my hair was blowing
back like this
white-knuckled fist
but I plead the fifth
now slap my wrist
I barrel into the ocean
I skip across the tension
like the divine
on armageddon time
and tiptoe down the line
Do you know how fast I am?
other DJ's say "damn"
Do you know who will clean this mess?
I know for sure I couldn't care less
than nothing
i do know something
i slam the door
and forgo my blessing
Do you know how fast I am?
such that you'll never see me again
a hue, a cloud, a call
a list poem for everything I've done wrong
a blur, a fist, a dawn
a mixtape to dig out when I'm dead and gone
a sword, a wave, a song
to wield against the storm
and sing to make it calm
they can't mold me
they can't scold me
I'm too fast
they can't hold me
they can't know me
I'm too fast
they can't learn me
they can't burn me
I'm too fast
they can't touch me
they can't love me
'cause I'm too fast
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5. |
Small-Time Blues
02:50
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Was it the golden fleece or the golden calf
was it the goalsetting paper ripped in half
Ive get that sinking feeing deep inside my tummy
with all the precious talk of land flowing with luck and money
Baby needs some brand new shoes
as I wallow in small-time blues
All these efforts taste like salt and bitters
and my temples convert to salt and pepper
*Im gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line
oh to build a career upon another forced rhyme
Trouble in mind I'm blue
Watch me dance in a puddle of small time blues
hear me, embrace me, believe me
I'm still here
please, see me
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6. |
Heavy Yellow Light
02:46
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The night is on the take
but a 40 hour cycle pulls me in it's wake
what very present aid
If you wanna see cement,
there's paved paradise stretching to horizon's end?
See how the light bends?
In a hierarchy of need
fill up my mailbox with government cheese
or graveyard walls, fleurescent buzz
always be earning for a cemetray cause
all the colours that I bleed
Cash ruins everything around me
If it overwhelms me, I cut and run
and happily forgotten when I'm dead and gone
a heavy yellow light
& it fits just right
When posed the question, what to choose?
or the other option, to refuse
a god-given right
bathe me in yellow light
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7. |
Greener Field
04:43
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there's a mountain range that spans forever
there's a haze up in the air
there's a forest ever burning
there's a bike without a tire
dip a leg into the ocean
there's a weather beaten flag
there's a kid without a name
there's a worry overhead
there's a portrait of the queen in the arena
there's a mass grave to be found
there's some rest here now
but there is no greener field beyond the wall
dip a leg into the ocean
there's a weather beaten flag
there's a kid without a name
theres a sinkhole in the ground
there's a portrait of the queen in the arena
There's 2000 kids six feet down**
and in time, find a way
to come to terms with this greener field somehow
you made your bed, now lie in it
this is the mess we've inherited
we made our bed, now we lie in it
this is the mess we've inherited
**when we recorded this song, at the time, there had been discovered the bodies of a little over 2000 Indigenous children buried outside of residential schools. By the time of this writing, the number is over 6500 children.
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8. |
Crimson Mask
02:25
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I get colour the hard way
and it tastes like loose change
the iron spilling out
I build it up like starcade
but I'm met with heartache
when I put it into the world
Am I in your favour?
I well up with spirit desire
a view from the top
looks like I could rest here for a while
but I'm a poet, so I strip down to nothing
and hold my breath
I'm ready to tag in, give me that finger of blessing
booker-man
but I'm a warrior, my body's made of kevlar
now
give my your hand
I'll keep my phone in my underwear band
If I choose to opt out,
I'll probably be just fine
beyond the ripe age, nor from the right place
probably better not to try
put my dreams into the ether
and wait for them to call me back
I'm on hold again,
I'm sure there's probably something better on TV
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9. |
Violet Lightning
02:32
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wolf-whistle to me
I can't see without the light
The moon is blocked out
make my way by lightning strikes
wolf, whistle to me
lead me like a guide
the spirit is spilled out
and evaporate guise
---
it's a cataract night
in the violent light
cuts a rip in the sky
with a violet light
___
there are no words for emotion
but let me get those syllables in
but if my head is on fire
I'm sure the blunting dims
for what could happen
give it not a passing thought
like rubbing socks on the carpet
Choose me for the violet shock
brace yourself like a man
Can you see from there?
I can see from here
Can you hear from there?
I can hear so clear
Will you trust me, kid?
the feeling is pure-pain
the taste is sweet
I am in twain
Can you see from there?
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10. |
Silver Rings
03:15
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One fits inside the other
like two hands together
two concentric boys
spit out some joyful noise
Let's raise a glass
to your second favourite son
spruce in string on the table
a smudge against the dawn
the ephemeral thing
and a silver ring
how the prism
shoots light on the floor
a spectrum of silver, or
a kaleidoscopic awe
step back to consider
this is the frame
the life, it is a work
and aren't we sick of shame
tapping on the kitchen counter
an ever constant reminder
of all that they don't want me to have
and on my left hand finger
a shining band of silver
reminds me of everything I now have
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