1. |
8:58
05:07
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It’s not like me to mistake the stars
For the ceiling so out of touch
I wish you’d called on a Saturday night
I wish you hadn’t had to leave me dreaming
For the evening
Not the time not the place neither here nor there
Not good not great bordering on fair
Wish I hadn’t wish I didn’t care
Why’d you call why’d you call
Not for nothing there must be something there
I woke up to the movie score
Backpack still packed on the floor
Getting late must be late
8:58
I thought she’d give me one last chance
Didn’t know it would be my last
Not the time not the place neither here nor there
Not good not great bordering on fair
Wish I hadn’t wish I learned to care
Why’d you call why’d you call
Not for nothing there must be something there
I’m sure she had a good reason
I’m sure she had a good reason
I’m sure she had a good reason
I’m sure she had a good reason
I’m sure she had a good reason
I’m sure she had a good reason
Not the time not the place neither here nor there
Not good not great bordering on fair
Wish I hadn’t wish I fucking cared
Why’d you call why’d you call
Not for nothing there must be something there
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2. |
Know Better
03:11
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Dreaming of the golden days,
Of face paint and getting paid,
Wish there was another way,
Just to get by
Kicking mud off my feet again,
20 miles would put me in,
Turn around before I begin,
Because I can’t run, I can’t run
Nose drive, straight down, Lost elevation
Topsy turvy, to the foundation,
Know better
than blame the weather
It’s easier said than done
Might take a turn for the worse and
put you on the run
Tough Luck!
Maybe it’s just one of those nights,
You gained a bit more bark and lost your bite,
Tough Luck!
Nose drive, straight down, Lost elevation
Topsy turvy, to the foundation,
Know better
than blame the weather
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3. |
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I know a place, baby
A fully fleeting fantasy
Miles away, but maybe
Closer yet when you’re with me
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
Got a new dimension to explore
An uncommon space, somewhere that you’d like,
A sight to see, some say it’s paradise
Off the maps, off this plane
A feeling I can’t explain
With a name
I know a place, baby
A fully fleeting fantasy
Miles away, but maybe
Closer yet when you’re with me
Fall asleep at the wheel,
But nobody gets hurt
Where simplicity
Is considered a flirt
All dirty looks
Are welcome sights
And Low batteries
Lend guiding lights
A stumbled walk
Still crossed the line
I lost my way
But got home fine
Right on time
I know a place, baby
A fully fleeting fantasy
Miles away, but maybe
Closer yet when you’re with me
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4. |
Favourite Boy
04:40
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I call you up when I’m feeling low,
You tell me feelings aren’t worth it though,
Surround myself in groups of friends,
These lonely hours only suspend.
I’d like to be better for you,
Show you plans don’t always fall through,
Your attention is all I seek,
I hope that I’m still a priority.
And In my dreams, housing my anxiety,
I’m scared that I’ll no longer be,
Your favourite boy, your favourite boy.
I call you up when I’m feeling down,
Under streetlights when no ones around,
Like me, you’re scared to be alone,
Comforting voices through the phone.
I’ll avoid to make mistakes again,
I’m always failing to make amends,
Overthinking keeps me up at night,
Misinterpreted fight or flight.
And In my dreams, housing my anxiety,
I’m scared that I’ll no longer be,
Your favourite boy, your favourite boy.
And as it seems, he’s not some boy to me,
He’s more, than I might be,
Your favourite boy, your favourite boy.
And in reality, I find it so hard to believe,
That I’m more than satisfactory,
I just have to know, so please let me know,
Am I your favourite boy, your favourite boy
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5. |
Stoned at the Midway
02:23
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Mama I’ve fallen in love
Despite your advice
If you want me to move out
I’ll be gone tomorrow night
Met her at the midway
Baked out of my mind
Took her out for dinner
Two pops and a pizza pie
Asked for her number
On the Westjet SkyRide
She said she lost her cell phone
And she ain’t got a landline
Ba ba ba baaaaa
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh
Stoned at the midway
I let my heart play
A losing game
Now I’m drowning my sorrows
One root beer at a time
Getting my refills
For $2.99
Like my papa used to say
If I keep getting high
I’ll be in the gutter
I’ll be dead by 25
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6. |
Zipper
03:42
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Holy shit
This can’t be safe
Months beyond
Inspection date
Two 2 by 4s
Under the base
Might do and die
No give Or take
Joseph Brown,
You son of a bitch,
you found the fuel,
To my amusement itch
Of all the rides
At the stampede
Some Zipper time
Is all I need
Z-I-P-P-E- R
Lifts me off the ground
Z-I-P-P-E- R
At the speed of sound
Round & Round & Upside down
Round & Round & Upside down
An hour wait?
I’ll bide my time
While teenagers
All budge the line
I’m zoning out
I’m feeling fine
A summer day
Turns quick to night
Fireworks
Burst in the sky
Operator?
Can’t trust that guy
The best cuisine
is all deep fried
On the Coke Stage:
Classified
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7. |
Bobby S
03:02
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Best make your move
Can't stay for long
But I'm willing to bet the back of her neck
Won't wrap around your arm
This can't be love
Of that I'm sure
It's Friday night but we're not The Cure
(We're not The Cure)
From the tops of trees
Needles to the knees
The piercing doesn't please
It only tends to tease
It only tends to tease
And in her eyes
Colour is gone
What's left is spiteful
900 yards and going strong
Is it under control?
Or have you lost your grip?
White flag is flown best start your rowing
Abandon ship
We're not the Cure
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8. |
Stay
03:50
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Burning myself out one to three times
And I still can’t get it right
Overthinking how I’m feeling
Guess I’ll sleep it off tonight
And I know that times are strange
But I sure hope you will stay
In the morning, without warning
Habits start to creep back in
Speaking up might not help
Things may stay the way they’ve been
And I know that times not gained
But I sure wish you would’ve stayed
And I know that minds are strained
Can I make one last complaint
If we wait for better days
Would it ever go away?
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9. |
Through to You
04:17
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Days are getting longer
Loves getting harder to find
Something’s lost in translation
Dial tones on the other line
Wish I knew how to get through to you,
Wish I knew how to get through to you,
Wish I knew how to get through to you,
Wish I knew, wish I knew
(I may have) stepped up at the wrong time
Feeling dizzy on my feet again
Strangers in a strange time
Lacking language to be greeted in
Wish I knew how I could talk to you
Wish I knew how I could talk to you
Wish I knew how I could talk to you
Wish I knew, thought I knew
They say
So much going over my head
Used to know how to get through to you
Guess I can sleep instead
Wish my eyes could hear
Visions not so clear
Too damn dark in here
Filled the blanks, and it’s worse than I fear
Nights are getting longer
Love is so hard to find
I’ve been lost in translation
No ones on the other line
Wish I knew how to get through to you,
Is what I’m feeling false, tried or true?
Wish I knew how to get through to you,
Wish I knew, wish I knew
Hard to see over your borders
You must’ve put up another wall
As if this wasn’t hard enough
Suffering through this vertical crawl
I can take a hint
Hold my temperament
Guess it came and went
You’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
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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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