1. |
Seems Like Home
04:06
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I don't think that I can get much better than what I have done
All these pencils snapped and blue prints that have been faded by the sun
I've been kicking walls, chipping cement, just trying to make a dent
I can't believe I haven't yet
When these walls come crumbling down
It's you I want to see
Each hammer hit each nail removed
It's you that I believe
And when I'm falling down around these walls
That we know as deceased
I know, I know some way, some how
I know my sins will be released
I feel the stretch, I fear the shrink of these walls (Oh, come down)
I feel the insulation cutting me off (Oh, come down)
I know I'm strong but I still don't know how tough or if it's enough
I don't think this roof will ever cave
This storm don't stand a chance
Breaking bones on doors and window panes
Lays waste to best laid plans
No big bad wolf or angry wrecking ball
Could ever make a dent
Or maybe I just can't commit?
When these walls come crumbling down
It's you I want to see
Each hammer hit each nail removed
It's you that I believe
And when I'm falling down around these walls
That we know as deceased
I know, I know some way, some how
I know my sins will be released
Maybe there's a seed in your head you didn't water yet?
Maybe it's too deep for the sun?
You need to dig a bit.
Maybe there's a seed in your head you didn't water yet?
Maybe it's too deep for the sun?
Is this home?
Home
Seems like home
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2. |
The Fall
04:12
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For all of those times that I did see
Where a boy loves a girl on my tv
I never thought I'd be grinning half as much as they show their teeth
But this steady beat inside my spine
Keeps words pumping out my mouth while wine
Drips from my lips like shitty clips of all the things we used to love
It's too far gone
VCR's just dead media and all we know's lost or it just got bought
Oh, I need it
Oh, I need it all
Oh, you're feeling small 'cause pride it comes before the fall
Oh, I need it
Oh, I need it all
Oh, you're feeling small 'cause pride it comes before the fall
It comes before the fall
For all of those time that I did tell
My best loving memories to go to hell
I never thought I'd be the one to draw water from a poison well
For all of these girls which I've kissed
For all of these hearts on which I've pissed
I've been recycled one too many times to still call this my best
It's too far gone
VCR's just dead media and all we know's lost or it just got bought
Oh, I need it
Oh, I need it all
Oh, you're feeling small 'cause pride it comes before the fall
Oh, I need it
Oh, I need it all
Oh, you're feeling small 'cause pride it comes before the fall
It comes before the fall
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3. |
Anthem
04:02
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If I played these simple chords for you
Would you know they're stolen?
'Cause every line and note I have wrote
Was made before I was born
So, what's a boy to do when his music's all been used?
What's a boy to do?
But sing, this is the anthem of unoriginallity
I'm certain that I'm stealing most absolutely everything
If I played these simple chords for you
Would you know they're stolen?
'Cause every line and note I have wrote
Was made before I was born
So, what's a boy to do when his music's all been used?
What's a boy to do?
But sing, this is the anthem (OH OH OH) of unoriginallity
I'm certain that I'm stealing most absolutely everything
Form a quater of the half notes to the sound of my voice
It's obvious to everyone that we don't have a choice
I'm tired of people saying to me,
"You sound just like.. "
Maybe I sound like me
This is the voice in my throat filled up to choke with mediocrity
So, what's a boy to do when his music's all been used?
What's a boy to do?
But sing, this is the anthem (OH OH OH) of unoriginallity
I'm certain that I'm stealing most absolutely everything
Form a quater of the half notes to the sound of my voice
It's obvious to everyone that we don't have a choice
We don't want to but we've got to
Throw it all away
So, what's a boy to do when his music's all been used?
What's a boy to do?
But sing, this is the anthem (OH OH OH) of unoriginallity
I'm certain that I'm stealing most absolutely everything
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4. |
When I Was Younger
04:40
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When I was younger I did not know the friends I made
Would someday soon forget me, you know how memory fades
But now that I'm older I can see the error of my ways and I will change
Like a blade of grass to a field of money
So, where you go and where you been?
Give me three times I'll pretend to be the same as you and say
I was breaking both my legs pulling pieces out to save me
And I will say,
Where were you when we were still friends?
When I was younger I did not know the girls I loved
Would someday soon throw me off when they had had enough
But now that I'm older I think I know the meaning of love and it is lust
But maybe not for us?
So, where you go and where you been?
Give me three times I'll pretend to be the same as you and say
I was breaking both my legs pulling pieces out to save me
And I will say,
Where were you when we were still friends?
Every time I get a little piece of something I can't find a way to break it down
Every inch I crawl a little closer only takes me further from another way out
Another way out.
I once had ambitions
I once had it all
There's this voice in the distance
"For what? For what? For what?"
I once had it all.
When I was younger I did not fear the trail I'd blaze
But now that I've walked in the forest will I ever feel the waves
I will wait
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White Coals North Bay, Ontario
Acoustic folk pop rock duo heavy on wit and melody, low on funds and ready to make a show happen anywhere.
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