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I'll Love You Until My Veins Explode
We've got hearts like broken glass
Making angels out of ash
While we stare up at the sun
And suck the clouds into our lungs.
And i'll think of times like these
As I wander down the street
In a nameless part of town
Past houses emptied of your sound.
And I know you'll write to me
About all the things you'll see
In the cities of the old christian empire.
In the absence of advice
Don't think you haven't got me right.
You've got me right.
You've got wooden bones you Trojan horse.
I let your soldiers in my fort.
When you burned my cities down
You left your salt all in my ground.
Like St. Sebastian on a tree
I've got your arrows stuck in me.
It hurts too much to pull them out
So I'll cut holes into my coat.
It's like the books I didn't read.
Made up the ends through summary.
It's like a film seen through a crack
Too small to see the players act.
And I know you'll write to me
About all the things you'll see
In the cities of the old christian empire.
1000 paper cranes for you.
You cut my paper heart in two.
And though you left me in the cold
I'll love you until my veins explode.
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100 Years War
02:48
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100 Years War
It's the death of another year
And we're feigning happy new years
On the morning of the first
Drunkenly humming, "auld lang syne."
I clambered up your steps.
Sweat gathered on my neck.
Loosening my tie
As you let me inside.
I'd suffer slings and arrows
If you'd give me your time.
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try.
We've the same problems as before.
It's like the hundred years war.
And though I sometimes moan
When I am with you I am home.
I'd suffer slings and arrows
If you'd give me your time.
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try.
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Laughing Sickness
03:15
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Laughing Sickness
The sun has set on our love
And twilight comes without a sound.
I'm like King Midas, only in reverse
Because every bit of gold i touch quickly turns to dirt.
I know I've got strange habits
But they provide some distance.
And if you see me laughing
It's only from the sickness.
A mob of 20,000
Calling out your name
Couldn't breach the walls of your skin
And make you heart feel solid again.
Hand in hand
In a hole in the wall
As we watch the summer days
Acquiesce to fall.
I know I've got strange habits
But they provide some distance.
And if you see me laughing
It's only from the sickness.
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Cobwebs
02:59
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Cobwebs
In the back of the house
Down the steps
The arthritic creak of boards,
The cobwebs in the corners hang like banners of a war
That we lost.
The cooling embers
In the fireplace
Loose their glow.
And when we talk
We never talk
We only lie together.
But my heart is still bulletproof.
When we were young our idle hands
Held each other as we'd prattle on for hours
With mouths of sand of the countries where we'd yet to plant our flags.
In the back of the house
Down the steps
The arthritic creak of boards,
The cobwebs in the corners hang like banners of a war.
And when we talk
We never talk
We only lie together.
But my heart is still bulletproof.
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5. |
Middle Class Guilt
04:10
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Middle Class Guilt
All this middle class guilt
Like all things will pass.
The children of conquistadors
Will settle down at last.
And you move like a ghost
Never touching anything.
But there's violence in your movement.
There's murder in your step.
Underneath a blanket of clouds.
I need you in my sight.
Give me a blindfold and a cigarette.
There isn't a thing on earth that I regret.
So off with his head.
Every creature can be cruel
And there's no exception here.
I've seen a thousand distant cities burn
And never left my home.
And you move like a ghost
Never touching anything.
But there's violence in your movement.
There's murder in your step.
Underneath a blanket of clouds.
I need you in my sight.
Give me a blindfold and a cigarette.
There isn't a thing on earth that I regret.
So off with his head.
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Rabbit In A Snare
02:49
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Rabbit in a Snare
You have caught me.
I am tangled in your snare.
Like a rabbit in a catch
I lay helpless on my back.
And I will wait there
I will wait there
I will wait there
For you.
I have baited all my traps.
My resolve has collapsed.
But I know
I will wait there,
I will wait there,
Until you go.
We'll be so happy in our house downtown
We'll ride our bikes to school in the morning
While cars crash outside of our windows.
On an airplane
Kissing like in films
Our hands knit together
As we look out on the wing.
And we're both ill from chasing.
Our time apart is wasted.
In your absence
It feels like my heart will rust.
I will wait there
I will wait there
For you.
We'll be so happy in our house downtown
We'll ride our bikes to school in the morning
While cars crash outside of our windows.
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Milkrun
04:02
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Milkrun
A choir of helicopters
Hovering like insects on a corpse
Float like cinders as they go.
I arrived here at 18
With the fat of a golden age
And all the ignorance of youth.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.
I see the parachutes
They billow in the fallow fields
And swell like blisters in the air.
I am right here
I am waiting
I'm Hadrian as he built the wall.
I only wanted you to know.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.
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Lover's Leap
03:00
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Lover's Leap
This night is like the accidental dance
Of dead leaves falling down.
They take a lover's leap.
But they're nothing to no one.
So no one misses them when they're gone.
It's a long way down.
But it's the price you pay
For not being alone.
We sit and let the rain drops soak our clothes
Feel them cold against our skin.
They take a lover's leap.
But they're nothing to no one.
So no one misses them when they're gone.
It's a long way down.
But it's the price you pay
For not being alone.
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Horsetracks
03:42
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Horse Track
Rush right out like horses onto the track
Quite unaware of the riders on our back.
Taking prods and kicks like kisses from our friends.
As we round the bend our eyes fixed on the end.
We all want the wreath around our necks
Those flowers on our chest
Someone to lie in our beds
And when the dust fills up my lungs
I will be there at the end.
And when my legs crumble under my weight
I will be there at the end.
Looking up from a thousand feet blow
The surface is bright.
I put my shoes on at the door
And walk out onto the floor
under mechanism more than my will
The machines moan like sleeping monks
Just flip a switch to begin
and let the blood move like traffic again
All the girls look like they're under glass
Their faces pale and cold
Just sad enough to make me want them all
And the boys are like statues too
They never move.
They're models of the modern cool.
Looking up from a thousand feet blow
The surface is bright.
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10. |
Applecore Manticore
04:28
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Applecore Manticore
Was all of this for nothing?
All our blackened memories
Of languishing in bedrooms
Cradled in smoke of factories.
Like a crow tethered to a stone
Bones brittle enough to float
Feathers full of parasites
Huddled in mobile homes.
Up against the wall kid.
Up against the wall.
We've seen our halcyon days withered away.
We've seen our halcyon days wasted away.
No need to get so down.
Was it really so long ago
That we bristled with teeth and claws?
Under grey stars pissing light on us
We ran through neighbours yards.
In a nation of pesimists
We'd be nobility.
And if there was a crown to wear
We'd be the king and queen.
Up against the wall kid.
Up against the wall.
We've seen our halcyon days withered away
We've seen our halcyon days wasted away
No need to get so down
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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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