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Horses Held
04:03
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Let's go!
11th hour show to an apathetic crowd
My hairline's receding but I'm growing it back out
Hurry up!
I've been waiting all day, this is as fast as I can run
I've been tripping over my own feet trying to keep up
I refuse to live with horses held
No time!
I gave it up all week for a motherfuckin paychecque
I feel hellhounds breath on the back of my neck
I know!
This is not the way I'm expected to behave
But the lines on my face deepen every day
I refuse to live with horses held
It might be alright for you but for me it's hell
So life didn't turn out the way you wanted it to?
Well I'd hate to break it to you
And be the bearer of bad news
But the world don't owe you shit
You might deserve the good life
But you still have to fight for it
And there's no way we can win
So you spit right in your failure's face
When it asks you where you've been
Because no one leaves unscathed
And no one leaves unmarked
So you might as well have good times
To go along with the scars
Over!
My guitar is soaked, I'm drinking out the front
Sweat in the electronics, fresh blood on the drums
Breakout!
I'm gonna ride this fucker til the wheels fall off
Or I'll spend ten years wondering where ten years have gone
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Functional Embarrassment
02:36
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I'm a functional embarrassment
I'm surprised I'm even allowed out in public
Condemned to my ambitions
And I drink just to forget I can't afford it
Mama reads the obits from the city I live
Just to see if I finally got some press
I got no friends and a busted ride
I wasted all my good wishes on satellites
I'm not asking for the world
Though I agree it sounds kinda nice
Told my parents I've got me a contingency
But I'm sorry there is no plan B
I can't go home again
I set fire to every bridge
It was either that or freeze to death
You don't exist, you never did
This life is just the dream of a dying brain
You just got lost along the way
And the universe is correcting its mistake
Stranded on a planet that can't sustain us
We'll die from 80 years of oxidation
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Burn, Athabasca, Burn
03:01
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To whom it may concern:
Before I leave, this town will burn
And I'll be laughing at the debris in my rearview mirror
But every time I run away
A marathon's in front of me
This fucking town won't let me out no matter how I plea
I can't wait for a saviour, no
I've gotta be on my own
I wish I could stay to bask in the glorious glow
But it's already gone from my mind
I wonder where I'll be when I arrive
I swear this place exists just to get left behind
Blood lust and wanderlust
I think they're on to us and the road we've taken
This town will flaunt forgotten victories and ghosts
Straight into oblivion
I hope I have enough tunes to get there
The best advice I got was get lost and I'm so close
The river's high, so am I
you better hope the flood can save you
Take a dive, don't even try
I heard the voice of doubt when I came to
With one foot in the grave and one foot on the pedal
Before the ash has time to settle
I'll scream triumphant out my window
goodbye.
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4. |
The Last Lonely Boy
03:19
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I hear lovers the next room over
Beating hearts banging on the wall
Loneliness amplifies their wordless whining
While I lay here in the dark
The bottle's empty, she let me down again
She used to treat me so sweet
God forbid I get numb enough to sleep
Or just dumb enough to weep
Shadows shambling down the hall
I see movement through the cracks of the door
I'm the property of 4 AM
Broken, broke and ignored
Now the lovers, they're arguing
Their noises keep me company
I sit up, cruel and enthralled
Their misery is sweet relief
I might be the last lonely boy in the city tonight
Everybody else is making love amid the aurora of the city lights
Feelings overwhelm and they come on swift
It's been a while since I felt missed
And I'm the last lonely boy in the city tonight
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5. |
Sleepwalker
03:38
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I slept in and I missed your funeral
I'm sorry old friend I could not attend
But when I woke up, with my hungover head held low
I missed you more than I could comprehend
I slept in and I missed the last bus home
The fire's going out but the sun'll be up soon
Every light in my house has been shot out
Their brightness just reminded me of you
I wanna know if you're listening but I know it's never true
But who the hell do I keep singing to?
I slept in and I missed the end of the world
Seems I'd rather be having dreams of you
If I die tonight, no one will know who I'm singing to
They might speculate but they won't have a clue
Every now and then I'll stumble into a melody you enjoy
I go back and forth from my tainted source to kill the memory
And I'd ask you to stop haunting me
But I enjoy your company
So bring your friends because I can't seem to get any sleep
Every now and then I'll stumble into a melody you enjoy
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6. |
Almost Fun
03:17
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By now it's a cliche
To say I'm ending this charade
Aching eyes, tender from the sun
The product of a night that's almost fun
And I don't wanna go
But I don't wanna be alone
I'm as pointless and humourless as adult swim is
The bartender doesn't even know what a black-toothed grin is
And I'm gonna regret tonight but
"Hey man, it's almost fun"
All my best friendships started with a fistfight
Bonded by blood and the lives we were denied
I know it sounds good to you
But I think I'm fucking done
Everything I touch turns to shit
Just look at my last three relationships
I'm sorry that my humour isn't making this easier
I don't wanna seem like I'm not eager
for hanging out with my old friends
But "Hey man" this isn't fun
This night was over before it even begun
My cheek is the perfect place for my tongue
So point me to the exit
Cause I think I'm fucking done
My idea of fun is a little bit different from yours
Starting to like my hungover mornings after
Better than my drunken nights before
No names to remember, no one left to impress
And if you let me crash on your couch
I will make you some breakfast
And I will tell you some jokes
And if you laugh the night will have been worth it
I'll laugh along to stories of good times I slept right through
And you don't wanna fuck with shady
Cause shady will fucking kill you
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Soul in Progress
02:02
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This is the oldest I've ever been
(And the gallows sound so sweet)
I exist for your amusement
(But my pride has made you weary)
Addicted to your disappointed stare
(And now I'm exhausted)
I didn't know when I held you
(I was holding you hostage)
Is this the life that you deserve or
Just the one you worked so hard for?
Should we persist or is the end inevitable?
My cup is full of sorrow
(but at least I tried my best)
Another promise unfulfilled
(Another night of bad sex)
Random act of silence
(I don't think these walls can take it)
Phantoms following me
(leaving me stirred and shaken)
Is this the life that you deserve or
Just the one you worked so hard for?
Should we persist or is it over?
I'm too old to be a soul in progress
Too old to be fucking up another relationship
I'm to old to go home on Christmas
And just act like it ain't nobody's business
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8. |
Missed Call
02:16
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We were kids
Sons of dejected men
Reject reciprocation out of misplaced spite
Ready to burn
Twin molotovs without a match
Full of booze and fuel, just waiting for a light
We could have a drink and hash it out
You won't entertain the thought
You just like the way your phone looks
When you know you won't pick up
And this will be the last missed call you get from me
We ran from cops
Their siren like a synth
To the syncopation of our steps in staggered time
We finally stopped
When we knew we weren't found out
Laughing until we though that we might die
We stomped our ground and hung around
Content in our decay
But it was either get out or get dead
An easy choice to make
We'll sit down someday and have that drink
Yeah you have your doubts
It may take time and a fistfight
But we could work it out
And this will be the last missed call you get from me
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Demon's ensnared, look him in the eye
Insanity extends an invitation to the rising tide
Pin this one to the ground, make him scream for mercy
"you're still so pretty when you're unfaithful to me"
Once I had the world pinned up against a fence
Now even my own mirror won't come to my defence
Self-sabotage, a dishonest mistake
Like a pinprick to the heart, it's only a matter of time
Til I'm drained
My demon's screaming out in sarcastic joy
A contrast to my tightly closed lips
Slightly poisoned with the promise of protection
Just like the words the ocean in me spits
The strings I pull tighten a noose around my throat
When do the things I say and do become my fault?
Blaming nameless apparitions for all my sins
I'm wondering where the demons end and I begin
Afterglow is getting rather dim
Still figuring out how to fit my own skin
Filtered breaths through a crooked grin
Keeping dormant what lies within
It's hard to lie when the truth is painted in your eyes
It's confession time for guilty minds
Indiscretions I'm forced to confide
It costs a lot to be this cursed
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10. |
Keep in Touch
03:55
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I spend a lot of time missing all my friends
Even the ones who aren't dead yet
Even the friends that I've just met
It's strange to think I might never see you again
Are you still wound up, ready to combust?
Are your dreams the only thing waking you up?
I know you had to leave before the flood
And it's not always easy to keep in touch
But I just want you to know I"m proud of you
Dreaming of bonfires on the beach
Whistling through missing teeth
Through the drunken haze it was easy to see
Your songs hit me right where my heart beats
We laughed at the thought of a 9-to-5
Naked in the water, killing time
Staring at the sunrise, still buzzed
Sirens by the window wake me up abrupt
You know the autumn arrives a little earlier each year
Your voice on the other line
Gives me something resembling hope
I was mad when you left but I was more upset
Because I knew I couldn't do this on my own
On my own
And I just want you to know I'm proud of you
Next time you're in town we'll meet for drinks
Shoot the shit about nothing and everything
We'll try our best to be clever
Cracking beers and jokes in equal measure
I'll be loaded like the poets pen
Talking in my sleep again
And my self-loathing won't get the best of me
So I can just enjoy your company
A song on the jukebox reminds me of us
It echoes like a cracked choir
We shared our fist concussions
And I'll never forget the lesson
That happiness don't mean shit
No, happiness don't mean shit unless
It's hard won and fought for
And I just want you to know I'm proud of you
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Rhodehouse Records Calgary, Alberta
Independent record label formerly based out of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. On hiatus as of 2023, contact bands directly for physical copies.
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