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Café Racer
04:32
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Café racer that I fuckin built all myself
All parts were born in the ‘80s, though, I’m fuckin pushing forty.
I couldn’t give a fuck about my family
Yeah well I hope they fuckin leave me
Because I’m fuckin pushing forty
Yeah, I’m fuckin pushing forty.
I’m riding through an English garden
Shredding all the peds who told me,
Tearing through the perennials
Doing fucking wheelies on the planters baby
Shredding all the peds who told me no.
My days on Holmesley street are fuckin numbered again.
When I’d put food on the table with a cup of Darjeeling and listen to The Bends
She was my one true love my motherfucking love and I loved her myself
He was my one true son my motherfucking son and he won’t get my help
‘Cause, I’m on my café racer that I fuckin built all myself
All parts were born in the ‘80s, though, I’m fuckin pushing forty.
I couldn’t give a fuck about my family
Yeah well I hope they fuckin leave me
Because I’m fuckin pushing forty
Yeah, I’m fuckin pushing forty.
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Jim Heng
04:35
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Oh, Jim Heng, yeah I know that you’ve been ghosting on me
but you don’t have to go and shiver, shake
You have the strongest urge to don an evening gown
And strut it down the Champs-Élysées.
You’re one step closer to being that filmmaker.
You think you’re taller in your ruby heels,
But you’re no taller than you were yesterday.
You’re no taller than you were yesterday.
Oh, Jim Heng, yeah I know that you’ve been lying to me
When you said that you wanted white wine.
You have the strongest urge to lie to yourself
Now I know that you’ve been wasting my time.
Our feet shuffle up this heel-marked road and we kneel down in this church
And we both think it’s a bore, we think it’s a bore
And you cry to yourself.
Ah, are you looking for your Mona?
Leo painted on her thin-lipped smile for you.
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Aiming
04:53
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Aiming, aiming, I’m aiming for a truer life.
Are there seats beneath the table which will roll unlike electric office chairs?
Before I even take my seat, I feel so institutionalized.
Privileged and I know, and wish to save my face, I know that I’m naïve today
And then the next, I’ll be a version of a scar on calamine.
When you learn, cut off.
A blooming branch fell from the tree today.
I’m gonna weep a fuckin Hallmark card
Condolences, because I’ve been bred.
Yeah, I’ve been bred for some commitments,
I’ve been bred for something wrong.
And I’ve got dreams in my eyes,
I’ve got dreams in my eyes that I know…
I wasn’t made to sit here stuck at the lights,
Aching, aiming for my life.
Eyes all red, all lit up by breaklights,
I’m running on fumes, I’m running for my life.
Yeah, yeah I’ve …. I’ve been bred for some commitments.
Yeah, yeah I’ve been bred for some commitments.
I’ve been bred for something wrong,
And I’ve got dreams in my eyes,
Yeah I’ve got dreams in my eyes that I know,
Yeah I know,
Yeah I know.
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Sean
03:54
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You come to me asking for a favour.
I’m dodging you, I’m dodging you because you keep on trying to sell me bonds.
It’s kind of strange, but I listen to you anyway.
You’re feeling lonely at 23, I get it, but I know that you’re just trying to get laid.
And love won’t start if you think it’s a game of base hits or a lover’s motions
to get someone to share secrets with.
You come to me, asking for a favour, but I don’t care for your calls.
I send you down to voicemail every time, because I don’t care.
Fuck right off.
I’m not a beggar for a friend that acts like he always knows better and forces me to feed.
And if you’re drowning in that glass of red wine, well, I think you’ll get it, you probably deserve it.
Because you know that she was only 23, and she don’t owe you anything,
A kiss, a hug, a lover’s motions to make you feel comfortable with.
Well, don’t you get the picture anymore?
I don’t care for you anymore.
Yeah.
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Truth
05:33
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Before I make the morning sprint
Failing words keep me up in my ocean bed
Under fifteen words or less
I’ve failed to entertain with the truth.
And if all of my faith becomes widowed
Then I’ll be looking away through the window.
And if you wanted to ask then you fall that way,
If you wanted to ask then you fall that way
If you wanted to ask then you fall that way
I’ve been alone here every day.
I’ll never get a fucking seat on the Canada line.
And I’ll never be the one who shakes the whistle’s bead.
In an apartment foyer up on Cooney street where it’s late with a love.
Under effigies of metal-legged amputees, I’ve been up.
Takes me out for bread and breadth,
“Ambition gets you far and fit.”
And when the hardest part comes, many are frigid banes to my knees.
Before I make the morning sprint
I’ll stand up and conquer it.
Blessed beneath the power lines, I’ll cry,
I’ll cry.
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Bad Decisions
03:16
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I’ve been bred for bad decisions, with my mind held up.
You’re my enemy who wishes I’d learn to back up.
Bound upon a Wednesday, you interrupt my cabaret.
I’ve been bred for bad decisions, with my mind held up.
You’re my enemy who wishes I’d learn to back up.
Red fists and cool catalysts will meet upon the mount beneath the rain.
I’ve been soaked just standing here,
But I saw her bound upon a Wednesday.
Bound upon a Wednesday
Necks locked against the court-house gates
The seamless edge of public sphere
I’ll teach and you can learn to be here
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Ring Ring
06:02
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I put my bets on an octopus from Germany,
He seemed to know who was the one.
My friends from out of town know who they want to be
The radio is silent in the sun
I’m an actor losing face, I want to disappear, I want to apparate
The coward holds the beast within the cage
Sophia don’t make me cry…
The god that you’ve been praying to hasn’t been so clear
Have you ever felt so wordless over a phone?
The camera that you’ve shot your life with will start getting cold
Ring ring, and nobody’s picking up…
Ring ring and nobody’s home,
Your heart it is getting cold
Have you ever felt so wordless over a phone?
Ring ring and nobody’s home,
Your heart it is getting cold,
Ring ring and nobody’s picking up.
Everytime I do the act I submit to a fallacy
I’ll never be able to make myself right for this
I could be nervous but it’s poignant that I won’t be a scarlet carson bred for more than a showcase
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Beach
05:08
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I park my car out on the street
Step out and smell the salty tides
Oh we’re waiting on a show tonight
A celebration of light.
As hearts burst over English Bay
Pink dawns exploding like sunrise
Across the water I see a silhouette of your future,
Shining brighter there without me.
Too young and dumb to know at all
Too young and dumb to know at all
I called because I know you’re free today
And it’s funny in the way she reminds me of early May.
I’ll bring my six-string to your window if it means you will be my love,
Best company.
I’ve been waiting for that spiral to knock me off my balance beam,
I called because I know you’re free.
The boardwalk empties in our sights
A black cloud veils the stars tonight
Arm in arm, you reassure me that we’ll smell the salty tides
As March begins his final steps
Before I knew I was Aprils fool
I see a difference in drawing pictures in the sand and on your back.
Too young and dumb to know at all
Too young and dumb to know at all
I’m waiting on a show alone tonight, and I wonder if she’ll cry, when she thinks of last July.
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Casinos Abbotsford, British Columbia
Casinos are an indie-rock band from Abbotsford, B.C.
They are K.C. Roces, Zachary Keely, Ken Kraylie, and Skylar Townrow.
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