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These drinking games fade off now,
and the unbreakable smile eases my mind.
Begging for this song to be sung,
those hazel stares tear me up inside.
Months long dreams lead up to tonight.
To... tonight.
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"What do you have to say that's so important? What can you say?"
Now's not the time to lie to you; I've done enough of that for the both of us in the last two years.
And i think its fair if i came clean through a song you and your drunk friends could dance to.
"Because, i don't ahve to. I don't have to talk to you about this."
And i just got off the phone with you and this bitter taste in my mouth is just my own medicine that i have been feeding you all this time.
But i'll be bitter regardless of who the next guy is...
..whoever he is, i pray he trips over a cliff!
So i'll admit i was told by some that i never played this game exactly by the houses rules.
And on top of that not every love song that i wrote was completely based around just me and you...
Duh.
It wasn't the distance, it was the people.
But in a few weeks time you'll be sipping drinks on the beach with wide eyed high school boys who've been waiting for this day for years.
And you'll justify your intoxication and pot smoking by the truth you have been longing to hear from me...
So open your ears and listen carefully:
I've told you everything - what more do you want from me?
So when you wake up next to your rebound man, i hope hungover guilt kicks into the highest gear.
And after you get dressed and decide that you're parched, I hope you walk to the sink and pour yourself out a nice tall glass of mexican water and miles away i will still laugh while you hug the toilet and get everything i "seem" to deserve.
but i wasn't the one who gave up!
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18, he never knew his father 'cause his mother died so early - he never got his name.
and the grim reaper changed his frame of reference until the only thing he knew was this one game, which was:
bringing devils back into the light
once again, never knew
consequence of his actions until that first time.
so devils came from miles around just to hear that sweet sweet sound coming from the strings.
frequency ringing from the piece of wood that was made from his own hands, sounded so strage, so, felt so strange he was:
bringing devils back into the light
once again, never knew
consequence of his actions until that first time
when he was bringing devils back into the light
once again, never knew
consequence of his actions until that first time
he never knew why it felt so strange for that very very first time it came around.
he still tries feeling his way around in the clouds of his mind.
he still can't decide whether he belongs in the darkness or the light.
bridge)
the devils asked him why he made them choose to think. "give me an answer" they said "so we can feel alright again."
but it wasn't until the end when he said to the devils friends: "have a little smile, you'll be ok for a long long while."
he was bringing devils back into the light
once again, never knew
consequence of his actions until that first time
he was bringing devils back into the light...
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The poetry of silence,
and the poetry of our naked bodies.
And you cannot take that away from us,
oh the poetry of our naked bodies.
And its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
And i will burn all of your flags till they all turn black.
I will sing some protest songs till the war machines turn back.
Cause the beat of the wartime drum
and all your fancy attire,
have become the funeral march
for the end of an empire.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
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Yes, everything is getting smaller,
yet everyone still expands.
But that's no excuse for drowning everyone
in higher hills of your so called freedom.
We'd be doing better than this!
We'd be feeling better than this!
We could be better than this!
We should know better than this!
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With their feet on the front lines, they come to me, the enemy who is dressed in black
wearing iron made steel hats.
they laugh and stand greater than our, greater than our
men who walk who walk towards the blaring snares and trumpet horns, they pull their swords and begin to fight.
traitors who gave their life.
(x2)
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Let's just lay wait for the sheets to cool down
They always start out covering us but end up protecting the ground.
As we get closer not even a whisper could squeeze itself between.
We still try, intertwine and unwind at the same time.
This bed became an island, can you hear the waves?
You hear everything I don't have to say.
Our own island plush with pillows and lush with love.
So healthily happy alive and glowing at your side.
Early light reflecting off white linen sands at our feet.
Wish there was more of me to occupy more of you.
Close your eyes pretend we don't notice the ship thats' come to take us home.
Supposedly it will return us safely to safety and back to the world that we left in the first place.
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my mother's working upstairs on a new laptop computer
and she worries about the radiation that its been shooting through her
but she stays at the keyboard, nobodys got a choice these days
she keeps fighting through her sicknesses and thats just the price we've all gotta pay
(for our mobile phones and cleaning products)
lately derek's been excited to get in the streets every weekend
singing for revolution with 10,000 of our friends
i mean hes got hope etched underneath his skin
and its hard to tell where thei nk ends and where his body begins
and dan can't walk with jesus cause the devil broke his back
and now hes stuck on a chair on wheels and he moves with a battery pack
and i'll keep following his treadmarks and pick parking lots over trampolines
and we will laugh inside hospitals and we will brink ourselves on higher needs
and i can't speak with my father cause the lord took him away
there ain't no footprins in the sand to see they've been washed out by the waves
and the world keeps getting smaller and my how we have grown
and everyones getting connected and closer but i have never felt so alone
bah dabahdabababababababa
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I like to be Canadian
I love to be Canadian
and if i wasn't Canadian
then I'd want to be Canadian
When you're walking down the street
A friendly canadian you're bound to meet
We won't treat you bad, we won't kiss your ass
but we'll show you whose number one (that's us!)
I like to be Canadian
I love to be Canadian
and if i wasn't Canadian
then I'd want to be Canadian
If you're ever coming into town
i'm sure you'll never have a frown
as long as your hanging with us, there's no need to fuss
cause we know how to break it down!
I like to be Canadian
I love to be Canadian
and if i wasn't Canadian
then I'd want to be Canadian
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Just another night guided by street lights.
Suddenly the road doesn't seem normal size.
And the sidewalk is parallel with the moon.
Cause we won't rest till the last drop sets
and there's no turning back tonight.
You called shotgun on the skyline in hopes to make it back in record time.
Sit by the curbside as we watch the cars as they pass us by.
We laughed so hard, we nearly passed out.
We'll keep this going until we feel alive.
You called shotgun on the skyline in hopes to make it back in record time.
Sit by the curbside as we watch the cars as they pass us by.
Everyday, everyday.
Feel like there is nothing better
Feel like we're not getting older.
Everyday it brings a sunset.
Everyday promise to look back.
Will it matter sometime someday?
Nights like this delayed our decay.
Feel like we are nothing better.
Feel like there is nothing more.
Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more...
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SPOKEN WORD:
"Stop this hypocrisy!
Find something more powerful than the materialistic sense of self you have.
Don't divert yourself! Don't let your state precede your people.
So back down from your crusade with your law and your god and your war and your corrupt system that finds no end.
So put on your faceless mask behind your tarnished badge,
instability needs to end.
this isn't our justice but these are our arms of protest!
So tell me what its worth
Tell me if i laugh at your tyrant
fill his barrels with roses, will i die young?
will i plant the seeds of a new tommorow?
put an end to our glossy times, our high rises and our needless intervention.
will we revert ourselves and end this punishment we accept to endure?"
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I haven't been able to see you in seven days.
It's been a long wait.
I can't seem to figure out why it's been so long since I've held you in my arms.
You can't kill the comfortable
You can't change the tides.
There's something out there waiting for us
But I can't let go...
Laughter and innocence have left our faces
Replaced by a dark sky and aspirations
One day when the world quiets down
we'll be able to find ourselves.
Should I be on my knees?
Should I be saying I'm sorry?
Should I be on my knees?
One day when the world quiets down...
Should I be saying I'm sorry?
Let go.
Cause I'm sorry.
Don't let go.
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-a gradual decline
The creeping light from the outdoors was an eyesore to my slumbered state.
It illuminates twenty years sky high in my troubled mind,
slowly on the decline with every year passing by.
My eyes were sunstroke, so they awoke, and I laid peacefully as the birds sang outside.
That's when I realized I was not alone - unless I had grown,
there was someone behind me under the sheets, still fast asleep.
-one of a kind
I swore to myself I went to bed alone, put on the metronome; tricks my mind - thinks it's home
I tried to be discreet and gently shifted the sheets but my heart fell apart and skipped a beat (like this!)
Inside it decided to unwind as I'd found myself behind a one of a kind.
An angel who made my love turn blind.
I had to make sure it wasn't the liquor I'd been drowning myself in since last spring.
But I spoke not a word as not to disturb this angel from her deep beauty sleep...
and she sang to me...
-come with me
You found me, you sang to me:
"I'm here - I came to your rescue"
(I'll sing with you) (I'll sing with you)
What you see was not meant to be
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm worried
Come with me - I'll hold you
you'll hold me too.
Come with me, let it go Life, Love, Hurt, Her
I'll heal you, I'll make you better
I'll make the grass greener
Come with me, I'm here Come with me, You're here,
Don't worry I'm scared, curse this world
(You're missing - You hurt, I heal) (I'm missing - I hurt you heal)
Come with me, (our voice is one) (Our voice is one)
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A compilation album I asked a bunch of my high-school friends to record in the winter of '05.
Everything was recorded with 2 stage microphones, patched directly into an old Compaq PC. It was recorded on Cakewalk. Very little editing was involved as I had no experience with recording equipment or software.
It's lo-fi, but its all heart.
released May 1, 2006
