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Commonwealth
03:07
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She said "What makes you a VIP?"
From the back of the line
"You waltz in late
While we've been waiting since 45 past 9."
Oh the burly man's left North Face hand
Waves all the young girls in
By the time we've reached our turn
I've nearly lost the buzz from all my gin
The club looks very different
From what the name left to be guessed
Stacked to the rafters with hair gel actors
All dressing to impress
They'll form a queue for the best view
Hoping to crack off their best lines
Just humour them for cheaper drinks
They're mostly harmless, you'll be just fine
He reels them in like Chamberlain
In 1959
A golden tooth wouldn't cause a stare
But it seems you've caught his eye
Can't wait to rave about his escapades
To all his greasy friends
He'll find a way to seal the deal
Before the lights go up and the music ends
Through the night these shit Bud Light's
Seem to go down with more ease
And the casa nova from one town over
Seems to be liking what he sees
Looks like he hovers under the cover
Of aggressive flashing strobe
Pulls at your hand, hopes you've got the plan
There's no way you don't yet know
He'll buy you a drink
Just stop and think
Because he'll make you
Anything but a wife
A silent contract
A nameless contact
He'll mark to four
And make it five with a strike
When'd we lose you did you take the long way home?
Did you try to reach us? I couldn't find my fucking phone
Call it what you want, but you wouldn't call it boring
Stuck in a cycle of Saturday nights and Sunday mornings
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2. |
Pinstripes
03:45
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Cramping my style in the act
Fast fashion first degree attack
Sights on the high-life
Pinstripes and broken baseball bats
Can't recall what she said to me
But I know it's modern poetry
Structured in true strife
Metaphors linked with similies
I will not go alone
I feel deaf to the tone
Cramping my style in the past
Cheap fiction passing off as fact
Tighten the loose ends
And bend them for maximum impact
Lacking the thought process tonight
It's not quite wrong but don't feel right
Risking the bends
Smoke from the hood and engine lights
I will not go alone
I feel deaf to the tone
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Drop it on its head and spin it
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
I'm feeling dizzy for a minute
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Walking backwards taking pictures
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Taking every word for scripture
Let's go
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Drop it on its head and spin it
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
I'm feeling dizzy for a minute
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Walking backwards taking pictures
(Woo-oh Woo-oh)
Blank memories and empty pitchers
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3. |
Lights in the Rear View
03:34
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I've been driving all alone
By now the streets have become home
And I'm running thin on luck
A padlock stuck on a trunk
State lines just technical
A different badge a different fight to hold
Darkness on desert skies
Contraband, no mans land on high
Could've sworn I heard you speak
Through masking tape from cheek to cheek
(On the run, on the run)
A constant escape from self demise
(On the run, on the run)
Next time I'll be a little more wise
(On the run, on the run)
But the lights in the rear-view say otherwise
It's been three weeks maybe more
Since I've seen that face that I do adore
Oh you've put up such a fight
Just hope I did you right
I had you in my hands
Couldn't carry out the plan
Eyes close, driving blind
Carpets clean, no crime scene to find
Out of hand and out of mind
A solo witching hour ride
(On the run, on the run)
A constant escape from self demise
(On the run, on the run)
Next time I'll be a little more wise
(On the run, on the run)
But the lights in the rear-view say otherwise
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4. |
Take 24
04:25
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The light comes in by nine
And the sunbeam hits my eye
But I'd rather just get up to close my blinds
And the stress is stuck inside
But it's deep enough to hide
Plenty of useless thoughts are left to occupy
Guess I'll take the defeat
Stare at mid-day TV
Then relax a bit
Yeah, I'll take 24
Not a minute more
Then get back to it
When my mind debates commutes
Oh, the melancholy routes
I can't think of anything I wouldn't rather do
Never seen a sunrise clear
Just the bumpers of red Cavaliers
As the time I'm late switches from months to years
Guess I'll take the defeat
Stare at mid-day TV
Then relax a bit
Yeah, I'll take 24
Not a minute more
Then get back to it
It's never been my intention
to sleep all day
And wait for rain to wash my car
I don't know how I let it
Get this far
Guess I'll take the defeat
Stare at mid-day TV
Then relax a bit
Yeah, I'll take 24
Not a minute more
Then get back to it
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5. |
Derby 64
04:51
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That girl's a firecracker
That girl's a dynamo
Six warning shots above head
Her way of greeting you hello
Burnt holes brought in part by
Indie rock by the fireside
If six shots is just a greeting
Imagine how she must say goodbye
I'll be your Northern Dancer
I'll be your derby '64
I'll be your true romancer
I'll try out my best Val Kilmer
She says "Don't get your haircut"
She says "I'm sure it's fine"
Bic'd down, cut up and ripped off
To look like every other guy
Regimentation needed
Protocol can't be broke
Good comrades aren't defeated
By just a prayer, a thought, a hope
I'll be your Northern Dancer
I'll be your derby '64
I'll be your true romancer
I'll try out my best Val Kilmer
She's reading literature
She's reading three chapters a day
She's reading Edgar Allen Poe
Orwell, Vonnegut, Salinger and Hemingway
I'll be your Northern Dancer
I'll be your derby '64
I'll be your true romancer
I'll try out my best Val Kilmer
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In Search of Sasquatch Calgary, Alberta
Calgary’s In Search of Sasquatch is a four-piece strike force of indie rock power. Chaotic stage antics, soaring vocals, dazzling guitars and groove-infused rhythms come together in a spectacle of sound and excitement. Let’s party now and ask questions later. ... more
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