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Moving On
03:32
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Everybody’s moving on
Their lights burned bright but now their gone
Their leaves are all changing colours in the fall
They’re highway cars
Racing past each other to get where we need to be
Everybody blows away
Like empty plastic wrapping paper
Off to find some place where they can stay
We’re all just satellites
Drifting over this place we call home, totally alone
We grow like weeds
Spread our full leaves
And turn into something brand new
Everybody blows away
On this west wind coming from the east
Never at peace
Always moving on
Running across countries that we can’t call home for long
We grow like weeds
Spread our full leaves
And turn into something brand new
Change is like the wind
It’ll happen right before our eyes
Straight down from the skies
Unnoticed and uncelebrated
All we hear is fear
Our hearts go cold as snow
We need to change
And let that wind blow
Everybody’s moving on
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2. |
End of the World
03:51
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Would you stay with me at the end of the world
When our house falls in and our bones feel old
Would you help me extinguish the endless fires
Would you give up hope when the flames grow higher
Would you stay with me till death do us part
Would you stay with me at the end of the world
Will you stay with me in 2012
When the calendar ends along with ourselves
Will you hold my hand and watch the nuclear show
Will you welcome it or do you fear the unknown
Would you stay with me till death do us part
Would you stay with me at the end of the world
Will you be with me with the fear in your heart
Would you stay with me at the end of the world
Would you survive when grocery stores and shopping malls meet their demise
Will you hunt for food
Live off the land
Would you be able to kill with your bare hands
Would you stay with me
Would you stay with me at the end of the world
Will you be with me with the fear in your heart
Would you stay with me at the end of the world
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3. |
Take the Pen
06:00
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What genre would you put yourself in
Are you romantic or a feminist
And where did you say you were from
Was it here or there, does it really matter
In this heartless world
You can’t claim to know
If flowers will come to bloom
Or die off in the snow
I’ve heard some things but I’m just not sure
I see in your eyes, see through your disguise
Take it off one day for me
Let me inside, let me inside
In this divided world
You’ll never know for sure
If she’s in love with you
Or just some other girl
So we write about it…
Darling why’d you come here tonight
Are you here for me, did you know you’d be
Whoever thought the authors were wrong
For your happy ending you might not have to wait so long
In this crazy world
One thing to understand
Things don’t have to be
The way they’re written
Here is your best chance
For you to take the pen
Your life’s a storybook
Sure to have a happy ending
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4. |
Living in the Past
03:51
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Where is my pen when I need it to feel something that will soon turn into sand
I can type but it just doesn’t seem right
These machines have no feelings though someday they might
I’m not sure I can live in a world I connect to less and less
I’m obsessed with the modern while living in the past
Why do I write? These words have no meaning though someday they might
So I’m stuck in yesterday without anything new to say
What is the right path to follow so maybe someday I might
Get off this island, build a raft and battle the tide
I’m not sure I can stay in a world that deteriorates so fast
I’m obsessed with the modern while living in the past
I’m not sure I can live in a world I connect to less and less
I’m obsessed with the modern while living in the past
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5. |
Up Dufferin
04:47
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Love those trips to the city, we go there to bloom
Grow up straight to the sky, feel like its coming soon
We’ll speed up the highways, the tires get hot
And the impending traffic will make us feel lost
We’ll be three of the faces, three million strong
But we’ll have our voices and we’ll have our songs
Should they be performed and fall on deaf ears
Well I say we get the hell up out of here
The city closes its jaws
So go up dufferin and don’t ever stop
We’ll sing through the streets till our voices get sore
We’re drowned out by country from a city boy’s heart
Preferring the make-up, they leave real behind
I feel like I’m not what they had in mind
The lake draws you closer intending to trap
So go up dufferin and don’t ever stop
I thought I’d stand out in the street, in the diversity
But thousands of voices sing louder than me
I wish that my id kept my ego at bay
Its the root of such anxiety
The city closes its jaws
So go up dufferin and don’t ever stop
The lake draws you closer intending to trap
So go up dufferin and don’t ever stop
Don’t ever stop
(Don’t ever stop)
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6. |
No Expectations
04:07
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I’m searching for numbness, for a way out
For a scrooge-like compassion to everyone around
I’ll live in a cabin deep in the woods
Where the trees can protect me from feeling no good
I want the words to stay in
Compliments to stay out
And the work that I do will be work that I choose
No smiling faces wanting reciprocity
No feeling, no expectations, just me
I’m searching for what is already there
Something deep inside that I’ve been unaware of
I’ll live amongst crowds but see nothing but clouds
And the feeling I’m feeling will condense and rain down
I want the words to stay in
Where they can’t hurt no one
And the work that I do will only feel like fun
No smiling faces needing reciprocity
No feeling, no expectations, just me
No feeling, no expectation, just me
Just me, Just me
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7. |
Mysterious Words
04:07
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My story was written before I knew how to read
It was carved in the trunks of the most ancient of trees
It was set in the stones at the heads of old graves
And encoded in cells, strands of DNA
I've travelled the world, sailed over the seas
I've seen lions on beaches in Mozambique
I remember I remember in the pages of books
My synapses connect to each one like a hook
Reel me in with every mysterious word
Cause that’s how it is, they’ll save the best for the end
They’ll gut you and skin you and then
They’ll spit you back out again
We’re in for the long haul, its either me or the old man
My future was painted in caves by my ancestors
It was trapped under pressure and turned into oil
The sea sings my song in the crash of her waves
My life was written to end up that way
And I'll stay right here till the day that I die
I'll leave my stories for someone to find
They'll remember, they'll remember in the pages of books
How they came to be on the ground where I once stood
Reel me in with every mysterious word
Cause that’s how it is, they’ll save the best for the end
They’ll gut you and skin you and then
They’ll spit you back out again
We’re in for the long haul, its either me or the old man
And it won’t be him
And it won’t be him
And it won’t be him
And I don’t want to die, not without a fight
I’ll tear out the pages, tell the story of my life
And I will go where no one has ever gone before
Cause I’m the only one controlling my future
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8. |
Imprints
01:07
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9. |
Dove Love
04:50
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Put one on top of the other
And hope that they don’t see
That girl with the blue stripe
It was meant to be
They call us pigeon shit
But we know our love’s legitimate
We’ll gather sticks for the nest and
I'll never leave
Fly over their heads
So they can’t see
That girl with the blue eyes
Looking at me
They try to drive us out
Out of the town we’ve grown to love
But we’ll gather sticks for the nest and
I’ll never leave
This marriage binding as dove love
Longer than Yonge street
And my heart light as a feather
And big as the city today
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Alex Ricci & The Still Nothing Guelph, Ontario
Songs from books, songs from boredom
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