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Modern Ghosts
04:07
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You left me like a cliffhanger episode
An unsolved crime and the case is getting cold
But I'm holding on
I'm staying in character
This menu's got nothing but water
I'll sip one patiently
Waiting for my empty box delivery
Modern ghosts don't make a sound
No rattling chain notification
Maybe they'll come around eventually
Maybe they're stuck in the last century
Maybe you're stuck deciding
A policy prioritizing
The avalanche of inquiries
Modern ghosts don't make a sound
No rattling chain notification
Maybe they'll come around eventually
Maybe they're stuck in the last century
It never hurts to ask the question
Nobody said buried on the other side
Drop a quarter for connection
Into a slot machine
That never stops spinning
Stare at the screen
And hope that I'm winning
Your answer
Modern ghosts don't make a sound
No rattling chain notification
Maybe they'll come around eventually
Maybe they're stuck in the last century
Modern ghosts don't make a sound
No rattling chain notification
Maybe they'll come around eventually
Maybe they're stuck in the last century
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Sixty Seven Minutes
04:01
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Sixty seven minutes
On the urban highway
Time to think about the biggest things
Knowing that’s not all, we still have to come back home
Total window of one hundred and thirty four minutes
Time To think about existence
While I cross the very very long distance
You know cheap philosophy
Is a hobby for me
I like to read the notes
That professor bowtie wrote
why because, why because, infinite ad naseum
Time to listen to a playlist
While I cross the very very long distance
keep your eyes on the road
ears sail off on their own
When you feel the harmony
Let sad faces watch you sing
From the other lanes they’re wondering what they are missing
Time to talk to your love interest
While you cross the very very long distance
discover corners of their heart
While you’re an arms length apart
spin out of control
on the bits you love the most
It’s not stuck if you’re in luck to be stuck there together
Sixty seven minutes
On the urban highway
Time to think about the biggest things
Knowing that’s not all, we still have to come back home
Total window of one hundred and thirty four minutes
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Metal
04:10
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Your stomach eats itself from inside out
It feels like a punch, but it was just a shout
And that's how they play the game
Keep it out of the ring
So they can get away with everything
Too heavy to move
Too hard to prove
When the cops get there
You need a bruise
You need a bruise
The words are wrong
But you can't get them out of your head
After seven times, you're the victim of an advertisement
You think you're the one to blame
For everything
Too heavy to move
Too hard to prove
When the cops get there
You need a bruise
You need a bruise
Metal grinding metal stains the air
The oily smell hangs around
The hardest metal grinds through everything
Too heavy to move
Too hard to prove
When the cops get there
You need a bruise
Too heavy to move
Too hard to prove
When the cops get there
You need a bruise
You need a bruise
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Some time between the previous and our more recent conversation
Some wrong ideas have taken up residence inside your head
Like a parasite hiding eggs in another mother's nest
There's no dilemma for inhabiting
The walls aren't real, you're imagining
Your career is what we all feared
You're chasing the end of the rainbow
Your wristwatch would not be squashed
By descent into open volcano
It was an offer you could have refused
The person we knew would not have been confused
There's no dilemma for inhabiting
The walls aren't real, you're imagining
The castle you built is bleeding you dry
It's your personal Stockholm syndrome
You thought that you would not be the prince
That you would escape out the window
This is an intervention
I'm not losing a friend to the alternate dimension
There's no dilemma for inhabiting
The walls aren't real, you're imagining
We all have to mix some water with our wines
But you're drinking poison and you say
You say you feel fine
You shouldn't feel fine
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5. |
The Accident
04:14
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I wish you were stone
That could have taken the blow
I wish you were rubber
Reversing the force
And bouncing back to life
I wish you were wood
I could glue back together
I wish it I could do more
Than remember
There’s always a chance
You would have agreed
Knowing the end
might be tragedy
There was an accident
They called us to say
There was an accident, today
You came for dinner
And I made a stew
The bourguignon was full of wine
That’s why it tasted so good
You didn’t worry
About calories
You knew the moment
Was worth every penny
You left me this tool
Like you lended a hand
I used it today
I remembered my friend
There’s always a chance…
Riding my bike
As the big truck speeds by
Making me think
of who I’d leave behind
Don’t let my passing
Make you afraid
Keep on living
Don’t share my grave
There’s always a chance…
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Purity
03:29
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Purity
It’s getting away from me
Every year i feel darker
It’s not who I meant to be
I mixed the TNT
I didn’t light it, but I knew what it did
I closed the box, and I said “ready to ship”
Now Is there blood on my hands?
Probably
It’s giving me bad dreams
I don’t know exactly what happened
Just a feeling that it’s haunting me
I get no peaceful sleep
Purity
It’s getting away from me
Every year i feel darker
It’s not who I meant to be
There’s a key
Break glass
In emergency
But it doesn’t say what it costs
What if it’s everything?
Purity
It’s getting away from me
Every year i feel darker
It’s not who I meant to be
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Together
02:47
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It’s so hard today to give a shit
The bastards are running away with it
The numbers don’t lie, not all truth has been told
So don’t let them grind you down
Your friends out there can be found
The cheapest night on the town
Sharing a laugh with them
Even if it’s existential dread
We’ll laugh in it’s face
If we’re gonna get fucked
We’ll do it together
We’ll do it together
We’ll do it together
We’ll do it together
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Jason Pilling Toronto, Ontario
Studio prolific genre wanderer. Lyrics first, on a variety of human topics. Likes to make dramatic orchestrations of what could just as easily be rock songs. Sometimes just makes rock songs.
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