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Terrell's Dream
00:46
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2. |
You Know I Did
04:48
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She’s got her shoes covered up with a plastic wrap
Tied at the top, a little red boot shower cap
Elevated cane in the rain on a folded arm
Sunny shades deflect the spitting cars
Her flowered dress certainly the 70’s impression
Of a wild field curtain that you’d run into in photo albums
Waiting for eleven undeniably respecting
The advisable protection for the weather we’ve been having
Alright
Sidewalks raise a glass
To all the winters past
To the wrinkles and the cracks from all the feet
And sprout up little weeds
Dandy yellow trees
The misunderstood forgetful dreamers
A bouquet of lost puzzle pieces, that just won’t fit in
Slick back, coffee black
With a pin stripe walk and a cigarette cough attack
Top floor. Office. Lap.
Its only the pigeons see him popping that bubble wrap
Sidewalks raise a glass
To all the winters past
To the wrinkles and the cracks from all the feet
And sprout up little weeds
Dandy yellow trees
The misunderstood forgetful dreamers
A bouquet of jagged puzzle pieces, that just won’t fit in
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Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!
Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!
You've seen the clouds (hey hey hey)
The crackling sound of the locusts swarming
And at the edge of town (hey hey hey)
It seems the waves are already forming
The television's speaking
'Bout the muddy water creeping
Closer to the peak
Of the levy
And while we rest our heads
The water's lapping at our beds
It's coming through the vents
Are you ready?
We've tapped the ground (hey hey hey)
We needled in till the vein stopped flowing
And with the crowd (hey hey hey)
A hazy hope that we'll wake next morning
The television's speaking
'Bout the muddy water creeping
Closer to the peak
Of the levy
And while we rest our heads
The water's lapping at our beds
It's coming through the vents
Are you ready?
Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!
Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!
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4. |
Growing Old in the City
03:38
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I’m growing old in the city
All the birds are running scared
But I am sitting pretty
On the fence that they once had
And oh, oh, oh!
Oh the dirt! Oh the piss! Oh the sweat! Oh the blood!
Oh! Oh!
Is coming out
Called the police department
About the poison air
That's filling our apartment
And crawling up the stairs
And oh, oh, oh!
My lungs are caving in
And oh, oh oh!
We breathe it out
I’m growing old in the city
Every light a yellow dare
That flickers round my body
And begs to strip us bare
And oh, oh, oh!
All the greed, all the lust, all the grit, all the rust
Oh! Oh!
Is seeping out
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5. |
The Privatest Parts
05:13
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The ship was once full, I guess
With dry leaves and cigarettes
Waiting for sparks from
The mouths of the sailor boys
With brown teeth and cheap decoys
Living in parallel lives
The wind blew the salt to eyes
Blinding old alibis
Of dolphins and mermaids
Who swam around topless
With daggers in pockets
For hearts when too tired to fight
Oh, the stops and the starts
Oh, the privatest parts
Swimming down under
With no loot to plunder
But shipwrecked souls
Gone too far from their shanties
Built with home-hearted fir trees
And shit-bricks and tenuous lies
Come swim in my ocean
Filled with crude oil and potions
To help you forget
And we'll sink deep together
In seaweedy tethers
For lusty injections and crimes
Oh, you delicate hearts
Oh, this deceptive art
Grab rope lengths and hatchets
And bulletproof jackets – you're dead!
Swim with your swollen feet
To love-making coral reef beds
Stop with the stalling
The beauties are calling you down
Come on you ocean boys
Make your own drowning noise now!
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6. |
Perfect Swimmers
03:13
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Tasty and succulent
Your precious metals – they supplement
Every begotten pulse
Abbreviated, they do convulse
Ooo, Ahh – your supple mind
You're packing heavy and running blind
Let it out, no saving face
No anesthetic to numb the taste
All is mine
The gentleman inside
Drunk with wine
And out with Mr. Hyde
Loosen up, deplore the grace
Of perfect swimmers in a social race
Here and there, a nasty glance
Their peeking petals, their song and dance
All is mine
The gentleman inside
Drink with wine
And ready for the night
Cold and dirty
Wooden gurney
On the rocks, your finest whisky
White and pasty
Little lady
Flitter, flap and fling our innards 'round
Cold and dirty
Wooden gurney
On the rocks, your finest whisky
White and pasty
Little lady
As of lately it's been hasty
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7. |
Calling You Out
03:06
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Lovers of the night
Smoking smothered lips of sin
We're young and ripe
Come on down and let us in
Prosthetic lights
Flash in dirty harmonies
We'll be alright
If we sing along with these
Pollinate the pores of the rushing room
Flavorless, repeating shrouded tombs
Are calling you out
Saltwater drops
Timid, cozy, veiled fear
It's too late to stop
No more looking in the mirror
And if we make it till we're old
All we'll have left are battered souls
They'll be calling out
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8. |
Ghosts in My Garden
04:56
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There's ghosts – ghosts in my garden
They flost – float through the carrots
And I know they're not here to haunt me
But they glow – and what if they burn off my skin?
So I – I went to my garden
Between the onion and radish
And I found – buried in soil
Fifty heads of historical figures ghosting around
But there's no need to be scared
They just don't give hugs or comb their hair
So listen close, 'cause they've all got something
Something to say
Well Abe Lincoln – he dug my beard
And John Lennon said my voice a'int half bad
And Jesus was glad I was looking for some sort of truth
Well Babe Ruth thought my cap was real bitchin'
And Charlie Chaplain said I should try shutting up for once
But there's no need to be scared
They just don't give hugs or comb their hair
So listen close, 'cause they've all got something
Something to say
Well I felt motivated historically
Felt real warm and fuzzy
And stopped wallowing in self-pity with my undead friends
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9. |
Lesage
03:58
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Lesage will you take me to where I need to be?
Will these words flutter softly above your ivory keys?
Oh I wonder – are these sounds what you really think of me?
Or are they tied up with tightened strings
That resonate when hammered with my plea?
Lesage, are you counting? Do you have a time in mind?
When these chords will be suspended and their resolution tied
Oh please tell me! Do these tones make an honest melody?
Or are they tonic, poured in silver spoons
That medicate the cadence of my needs?
Ok. Let's have it!
You can say whatever is on your mind
I think we’d all admit
The truth is always clearer in 4/4 time
Lesage will you take me to where I need to be?
Ok. Let's have it!
You can say whatever is on your mind
I think we’d all admit
The truth is always clearer in 4/4 time
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10. |
Roller Coaster
03:44
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Gonna build a roller coaster
You can ride it when your older
Take it off those pretty buildings
In the North End and down to Main Street
And at the top you can see the city
Poking out from the green canopy
The shiny fingers that grasp at the air
The sweaty palm, that calls you down from there
And with the clink clank cars climbing
To the peak on the horizon
You can feel Red River rising
The burning veins of a body dying
And to the tune of a roller coaster
The beat gets quicker the water gets thicker
You let that spirit's energy flow all over the ground
The blood of our town
So on our rooftops we will sit
On water slides and developments
Beneath the surface bolted down
As relics of the abandoned town
And as the winter closes in
The flooded water hardening
And all the children with their skates
Enjoy our frozen cityscape
Enjoy our frozen cityscape
Enjoy our frozen cityscape
Enjoy our frozen city's fate
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11. |
March Back Into the Sea
05:54
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Pick up vibrato-filled telephones
And spin them around
Until you are calling home
Clicks carry words through the beating wires
Turning delicate souls
To wavering monotones
Tongues tie the consonants to my ears
That beat on the drums
And turn all the creaking gears
The dial tone will hum us a melody
Till our molecules merge
And march back into the sea
Don't leave out a word...
Sleeping with sweatshirts isn't quite enough to stay warm
We'll have to stay close
Wrapped up in these anecdotal weavings you saved
Tell me everything
Wrap it up
Send it out
Hold on tight
And float into night now
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The Liptonians Winnipeg, Manitoba
The Liptonians were a band headed up by Bucky Driedger and Matthew Schelleneberg. They were born in a house called Liptonia,
where many records were made, bands were formed and parties were had.
The band throughout the years included: Mitch Braun, Levi Penner, Michael Jordan, Darren Grunau, Terrell Froese and Michael Falk.
... more
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