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Chivalry's Dead
03:33
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Chivalry's Dead
You made up your mind
To find a different line.
So stop wasting your time.
And take what you can from this place
and make your escape
Your allegiance is pledged
To the bets that you hedged
And the life that you wish that you'd led
If you could bring it all back my dear,
Why don't you bring it all back?
I know I know I know I know I know
The cry of a starving hound
They only come around when the blood's hanging thick in the air.
I nearly died when you said
You think that chivalry's dead
And the blood is all over my hands.
Heaven knows I'm not a merciful man.
The architecture moans with every puritan stone in its frame
And every stolid brick in its frame repeats the refrain.
I know I know I know I know I know
The cry of a starving hound
They only come around when the blood's hanging thick in the air.
I know I know I know I know I know
The cry of a starving hound
They only come around when the blood's hanging thick in the air.
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2. |
Black Centipedes
03:40
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Black Centipedes
I know we've met before, you've got that sort of face,
Conqueror's swagger, snake charmer's grace.
Eyes like daggers, teeth peroxide white
Sepia toned beneath the gaudy neon lights
These pilgrim hearts of ours,
Desolate as the grave
Keep groping blindly in the dark,
Can't seem to find a flame
I write the words, invent the meaning,
Practice sleeping without dreaming
I live my days in waiting for the night.
I think I know.
I think I know you from somewhere.
It's such a drag to be young in this place
Where obsidian eyes cast their witch trial gaze.
Strychnine voices in the soft machinery.
Vulgar bodies writhing like black centipedes.
It's all a bit too much, a little too put on.
We could get away, and leave it all behind.
Down in the soil looking up through a crack in the floor.
I get this feeling like we've been through this routine before.
I think I know
I think I know you from somewhere.
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3. |
Occidental Accidents
02:27
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Occidental Accidents
It's so easy to be
A simple tourist here.
The cries of the heretic streets
Are flies buzzing in my ear.
And I know we're losing our grip,
But it'll work out in the end.
And it isn't that
I don't know my way.
These kind of accidents happen every day.
O' this old world naiveté.
These kind of accidents happen everyday.
The wrong city
In the wrong state.
All crying o' hosanna.
All bleeding coca-cola.
We pulled the thorn from the lion's paw
And placed our head in between it's jaws.
And I know we're losing our grip,
But it'll work out in the end.
And it isn't that
I don't know my way.
These kind of accidents happen every day.
O' this old world naiveté.
These kind of accidents happen everyday.
The wrong city
In the wrong state.
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4. |
Telephone
03:21
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Telephone
Weep, weep, widows weep
For all your lovers lost in their mausoleum deep.
Rheumatic fingers trace their names
In fog of breath on frosted window panes.
But there's no nostalgia here.
There's only dust and bones,
And shouting from the telephones.
And a body's mutiny.
It's simple when you're not around.
I drag my feet through the days like a convalescent.
Pale as a baptismal gown.
Suffocate on the smoke of this factory town.
You don't even know if you want me.
I don't need an answer, so don't answer
You don't even know if you want me.
So just hold your breath 'til I'm out of the picture.
Peeling church bells sound a dirge
While our poor provincial hearts keep pumping water through our arms
And the secrets that we keep, the secrets that we keep
Weave a funeral wreath.
But there's no nostalgia here.
There's only dust and bones,
And shouting from the telephones.
And a body's mutiny.
It's simple when you're not around.
I drag my feet through the days like a convalescent.
Pale as a baptismal gown.
Suffocate on the smoke of this factory town.
You don't even know if you want me.
I don't need an answer, so don't answer
You don't even know if you want me.
So just hold your breath 'til I'm out of the picture.
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5. |
Thorazine Shuffle
03:49
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Thorazine Shuffle
We know who you are boy.
So we'll dispense with the pleasantries.
Leave your effects with the man at the desk
And follow us this way please.
Let's go for a ride now.
We need a moment of your time.
I'm sure we'll sort this all out
If you'll just open your mouth,
and confess to a reasonable crime.
This is the golden age of reason
This is the triumph of the will... and you lost.
We have so many ways to get what we are after.
We have ways of making you talk.
A chorus of taped conversations
A gallery of photo surveillance
we've got your number, son
It's up to you.
So give us a name now,
Give us a name now,
Give us anything,
And we'll see what we can do.
And this is the golden age of reason.
This is the triumph of the will... and you lost.
We have so many ways to get what we are after.
We have ways of making you talk.
A lock-step thorazine shuffle.
A nervous tick in atrophied muscle.
A scatter of pills,
A cure for what ails you.
And this is the golden age of reason.
This is the triumph of the will... and you lost.
We have so many ways to get what we are after.
We have ways of making you talk.
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6. |
The Cavalier
04:14
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The Cavalier
Well you've gotten too old for the things that you love
And you know some things were never meant to last.
And given the choice of feast or famine
I'm sure you'd rather fast.
You're an inspector with your eyes so discerning alright.
You see what I've been trying to keep you from learning all night.
We had our kicks but now it seems that I'm losing my charm.
Don't talk to me about regrets, I've got it down to an art.
And I don't mean to say you're insincere
But your the picture of the laughing cavalier.
I don't know if you've been hearing what I'm saying
But I could drain my pens on letters to explain it.
And we could talk or we could write or we could have another fight
Or we could pour ourselves a drink and toast another lonely night.
You're an inspector with your eyes so discerning alright.
You see what I've been trying to keep you from learning all night.
We had our kicks but now it seems that I'm losing my charm.
Don't talk to me about regrets, I've got it down to an art.
And I don't mean to say you're insincere
But your the picture of the laughing cavalier.
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7. |
Solid Clouds
03:21
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Solid Clouds
This is the way that we died.
The clouds fell like rocks from the sky.
And it served us all right,
We built up our monuments high.
Stacked up our mortar and lime
'til it blacked out the sky.
O' our colony of bones.
This is our
This is our home.
This is the way that we died.
The rubble that muffled our cries
Bred the circling flies.
Our blood made the salt in the brine.
And by our breath vultures they fly.
And they plucked out our eyes.
O' our colony of bones.
This is our
This is our home.
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8. |
Ice-Burgs
05:36
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Ice Burgs
Slouching along the snow drifts
You float like vapors.
Your ghost escaping with your breath.
You tore the ramparts down,
Walked the salted avenues.
Tail lights like rubies in the night
Illuminate your eyes.
Turn on the charm it's just like you're used to.
Don't be alarmed, they want to disarm you.
Sleepwalking now, you go through the motions.
Move through the room colliding like shipwrecks.
Sharpen your spear.
I'll be the deer.
I'll come along so quietly.
We'll keep things clean.
I won't make a scene.
I'll come along so quietly.
You are an ice flow
And we're out to sea.
You've got a sturdy callous
It grew up where your chest is.
It's all you need to get you by.
You say you've seen the other half.
It's nothing like the photographs.
The ragged caravan
Winding through the piss and trash.
The mansions slapped up on the hills are just crass and
Our golden calf turned out to be brass.
This is my one and only confession.
I'd like to be just one of your yes men.
Sharpen your spear.
I'll be the deer.
I'll come along so quietly.
We'll keep things clean.
I won't make a scene.
I'll come along so quietly.
You are an ice flow
And we're out to sea.
I can't remember,
Why don't I remember falling asleep?
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The Paper Cranes Victoria, British Columbia
The Paper Cranes are a husband and wife indie-pop band from Victoria, British Columbia whose specialty is crafting infectiously melodic pop songs that make you want to dance until you pass out and cry into your pillow at the very same time.
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