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Psychomancy
04:21
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I’ve failed to climb this topography of mind
I let the peaks and the depressions colour me
Would you lift me up?
Hands hover high above the geography of me
I should really cut the cord mid-conversation with the souls
The ones that map my madness
The bridge lives
A softness hoped for, held blindly to a standard set in your own mind
A tonic for a queasy heart
Instinct, artistry, love all manufactured by the curvature of the moon.
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Long Way From Down
05:00
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There’s all that sage advice again (I must do it for the attention)
Monologues for the party shitter, the sentence of conventional men
A fear of the bite still grips me limp in its white picket teeth
So I made a pilgrimage from home that’s more like five fucking feet and still tripped
Is this the crisis in fashion?
A modern crisis of faith?
Lying at the altar of some forsaken place
How about a break for elation amidst the towering pain of walking a short run the long way
Young university fancies: the cause of all of my interest
And/in tales told by idiots possessed by the infinite undeath of their dreams
Another tear of affairs with therapy: the chemistry of insides
Blindspotting the greatest failures like some wonderfully god awful father never surfacing
from the tide
Is this the crisis in fashion?
A modern crisis of faith?
Lying at the altar of some forsaken place
How about a break for elation amidst the towering pain of walking a short run the long way
Save Our Souls, and fear of rebellion
Sleep in through the protest like a child
Tiny ripples, mild obsessions
Shoot the man on the television
Absentee fathers of the state
High bids to fuck right off to space
Sour words, slice of lemon
Cottage country, Armageddon
Tattoos and bobby-soxers
Novels of your home town, karma doctors
Grand illusions, mathematics
Breaths of madness in every attic
Kill God, Piss off The Economist
Common people, common sense
Never given a rest
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Sound Speed
02:01
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I hear it now
Out the corners of your mouth
The sound of your smile
The noise of my life
What a sound
What a sound
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Your Heart is Everywhere
03:57
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From across the bed, here’s to looking at you / Have you left your heart again in another room? / Kiss me to death and lay me down / I’m your silent movie at the back of the house, at the back of it
Another bottled dread pissed on the floor / Missed innuendo, lazy metaphor / Am I standing alone? Oh never mind / I’m your trophy wife, I’m your trophy wife
Sound the alarm, you let me win / There is no ceiling, there’s no end to the well of your love / To the well of your love, to the hell of it
Get a little funny, a bit cavalier / Viking funeral for the atmosphere / Such lovely violence to emerge from it in a chariot, in a chariot
I can wear your dress, you can be my eyes / Under the influence, sunflower wine / It’s a gold rush of the blood / A gold rush of the blood, a gold rush of it
This was nothing / All part of loving / Your heart is something, something.
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Crooked Knees
03:34
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You wore a haircut, you hid a lazy eye / You grew up laughing – what was the joke? / Made of redwood so impossibly strong / Don’t stretch your branches too long
Bite the hand that needs you / Watch it retreat in distress or return to caress you / Home always had music on / Always some crooning someone howling love songs
It felt like hell, a pelican tap-danced on your forehead / It felt like hell, the swell of it nearly ruptured you / Your life designed, defined and at the same time blinded by the blood that carries you / And then it stops -
Now pick it up
You couldn’t help it, grass stains on your knees / Struck down by virtue and chlorine / You’ve feared your country and you’ve dabbled in pride / Oh, get over yourself for next time
Songs expose the ghost-written words of your subconscious / They’re far too honest / Of course, your body disagrees / You’re left with “Crooked Knees” and every one of these
It felt like hell, a pelican tap-danced on your forehead / It felt like hell, the swell of it nearly ruptured you / Your life designed, defined and at the same time blinded by the blood that carries you
And then it stops.
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People & City
02:42
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This city seems so strange to me
These people seem so strange
Like nothing you’ve ever seen before
Like nowhere you’ve ever been
All swallowed up in hollow things
That holler out to me
We shine and then we suffer
What’s one without the other?
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White pills not to feel so blue
More white pills not to feel so blue
More white pills not to feel so blue
More white pills not to feel so blue
Mingling with the most terrifying
And beautiful people
Ambivalence philosophized
You find the place that speaks to you
This place is your exorcist
Now this place is your exorcist
Now this place is your exorcist
Now this place is your exorcist
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Interior Metropol
05:11
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Lonely bodies / Crowded houses / Double incomplete, right?
Champagne Kool-Aid / Kinky self-pain / Happy birthday to me again
Garden parties / Public hangings / Holy hell and hallelujah
(Give them what they want / It’s what they want)
They want to bring you your own head / They want to bring you your own head.
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10. |
Twenty-Eight in Drag
03:39
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Here, I can be your souvenir
I smile loudly just so you can hear
Watch my face when my pants split while I’m dancing
Not unlike the greatest day of my life
I find another face to plagiarize
In the limelight I am always laughing lately
I run into an excess of material
And I’m topping myself up with the new ethereal dope
And I run, I’ll be the queen man of something good
But I’m tearing my own face off before some other motherfucker could
Then I’m distancing
A slow distancing
Men with a capital M
I’ve never known how to talk to them
Can I be my father and my mother at once?
It’s a curse like playing records in reverse
Every conversation I’ve somehow rehearsed
Another rumination I’ve spent too long musing over
I run into an excess of material
And I’m topping myself up with the new ethereal dope
And I run, I’ll be the queen man of something good
But I’m tearing my own face off before some other motherfucker could
Then I’m distancing
A slow distancing
I’m distancing until I’m glistening
I’m always running inside to hide from the candlelight, the Fahrenheit
Life is burning youth extinguished and memorialized so I run.
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Evening Season
05:36
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You could destroy me and very well might
Bathed in that serious and mythical light
Tooth marks in scenery and festival fare
Head-on collisions, metropolitan squares
Sometimes I worry of those ruinous nights
Even in the sun still I worry sometimes
Standing fixed to my instruments I’m still a bit shy
My trumpet and violin; oh, light of my life
Weathered a carnival of awful advice
Mistook the significance of a plot device
My terrible hat and those clothes you wore
A midnight trip to the grocery store
Sometimes I worry of those marvellous nights
I am in your ocean, still I worry sometimes
In this kind of weather, we will never survive
But that could be said another hundred times.
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CAPITOL Hamilton, Ontario
Bearing a mix of the industrial, electric hum of their hometown with synths of 80's new wave, reverb-drenched guitars reminiscent of 90's shoegaze, and the songwriting styles of 2000's indie rock, Capitol's sound weaves in and out of genre and decade, producing "an experience rich with texture and emotion" (hamiltoncitymagazine.ca). ... more
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