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Close Encounter
02:46
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and when i turned around
i saw it float above the ground
suspended in the air
into a flash a light
outside of time and space and sound
the spaceship disappeared
and past the neighbour’s house
he placed a hand around my neck
a finger to the mouth
the thing i hadn’t seen
a mere reflection in the sky
a symptom of the drought
the fabricated sign
his shoulders laying bare
beneath the figure in the night
he’s burning at both ends
i tried to ask him why
i turned my body to the light
a way to make amends
and when he shot around
i saw the side i can’t unsee
a creature of the night
the ones who cannot meet
the mere reflection in his eye
a thing that never should have been
when the opposites collide
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Montana
02:15
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when i can’t sleep at night i tiptoe on the freezing hardwood
i drop a pin at your old house and walk around the neighbourhood
and when i miss you i don’t tell you till the feeling passes
we spent a weekend on the lawn, you don’t care if the grass is
wet from the dew of the morning
cold from the dead of the night
loud from sound of the streetlights humming
warm from the hand on your backside
quiet like the room when i stay too late
and crash on the couch till the next day
closing the door when i’ve got nothing to say
when i can’t sleep at night i wish that i’d moved to montana
those kids on bicycles, they stare straight into the camera
and when i’d feel alone i’d drive for a while to the province
we’d spend the weekend laying shirtless in the grass, the lawn is
wet from the dew of the morning
cold from the dead of the night
loud from sound of the streetlights humming
warm from the hand on your backside
quiet like the room when i stay too late
and crash on the couch till the next day
closing the door when i’ve got nothing to say
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Lake Placid
02:37
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first train across the border
goodbye kiss, i’m getting older
lingers all the way down to new york
small towns and scenery
glens falls to albany
vacant seats revealed by the rising sun
but now i’m headed somewhere else
settling dust on a shelf
recollections from beyond
and it’s not hard for me
though unsatisfactory
reluctantly i take you in my arms
upstate independence day
barefoot in the lake and waiting
fireworks eclipse the light in my eyes
we went back for the holiday
early march in the freezing rain
didn’t hit the same spot, but we tried
and now i'm cutting corners
sleeping late and getting older
tearing down the photos of montreal
it’s good as dead to me
swimming pools and groceries
staring at the paint peeling off of the wall
well you can’t win ‘em all
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356
02:07
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as the party ended
i walked towards the door
i didn’t see him on the kitchen floor
he shaved his head last night
in the light of the bathroom
he took me to the roof
and underneath the moon he told me
no one will miss us at all
everyone will choose to forget
no one will miss us at all
in the end
as the city sprawls out
into miles of concrete
turning into service roads and dead end streets
i took the bus back home
cause’ now i’ve got the money
the sun creeps over cookie cutter neighbourhoods
and i thought
no one would miss me at all
everyone would choose to forget
no one would miss me at all
in the end
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Apathy
02:58
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you and i will die the same way
far apart and all alone
spread across atlantic currents
we spend an evening on the phone
you and i can’t love the same way
give too little, risk it all
while we’re deep inside your bedroom
i keep my back pressed the wall
and wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i’ll wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i’ll wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i will wait
you and i can’t live the same way
folded hands in the living room
and with our fingers intertwining
i feel the apathy resume
but i’ll wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i’ll wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i’ll wait i’ll wait i’ll wait
i will wait
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6. |
Two Cowboys
02:21
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the diner closes
the lights go out on the interstate
and vegas feels too far away tonight
the wild horses
with no concern for the next day
they’re running freely in the moonlight
through valleys, plains and mountains
through the empty spaces in between the words
waiting for a moment
but
i’m just a cowboy sitting at the bar
a lonely rider, a texas country star
an inland ocean, a river stretching out to get to the sea
the road is open
splitting sky from the great plains
cutting through the nows and maybe one days
through valleys, plains and mountains
through the empty spaces in between the words
waiting for a moment
but
we’re just two cowboys sitting at the bar
two married women running off with their husband’s car
two graphite lines, crossing for a moment in a notebook
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7. |
Say When
02:34
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ten miles from illinois
overlooking the lake
chicago grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake
chicago showed there was nothing left for people to take
made me feel seventeen again
when i’d wake up at 7
for a train at 8:08
ten minutes waiting at the bench outside your place
ten minutes waiting at the bench in the pouring rain
i think i’d do it again
second floor apartment
we gutted the inside
you pass the bottle but i can’t
i’m giving you a ride
you say you’ll take the wheel but you’re way too drunk to drive
if you wanna go, just say when
and i’d give it all up
for someone who feels the same
i’d quit my job, we’d buy a house in the woods in maine
to leave our life behind and to change both of our names
if you wanna go, just say when
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Satellite Motel
02:59
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my friend sold out for a job at a desk on the 14th floor in the city
i said i’m happy for you but if i’m being honest it sounds like hell to me
i spent a week on the coast with a stranger who i’d overwrite like a movie
laying awake under bedsheets and biting my cheeks till the light of the morning
sweating it out
breathing it in
are you asleep?
couldn’t have been
driving the length of the highway racing the train on its way to the station
“who would have thought you’d be here?”, i would say after 45 minute of waiting
get in the front seat
i’m taking you home
you asked if i planned this
just to get you alone
just to kill time in the car
just to for a night in the living room
just to make out in a motel room for a while
and why does it still feel strange
that everything has to be linear
when everything has a beginning
and everything ends
everything ends
now i’m parked outside the church with nothing better to aspire to in sight
and i went to drive you home but i had nothing else to say after goodnight
and i have made a habit out of waiting for the world to wrap around me
and i say it’s how it should be
but i could be wrong
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Marie-Anne
02:12
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i said fuck it, you’re coming out tonight
though the way to your place
is a route i forgot
muscle memory
maybe just remind me of the address?
it’s prime real estate at the foot of the mountain
and right on the corner
two haunted houses
tearing them down
just to give the neighbourhood a facelift
well thank you for the metaphor
centuries pass me by
i’m getting older than everyone i memorized
still on the bathroom floor after midnight
spilling my guts saying enough
for the both of us
i’m skipping town at the first chance i get
the street where i live houses all my regret
there’s a wall on the left side
to block out the sounds of the highway
a waste of city property
centuries pass me by
why am i taller than everyone who broke me?
still at the baseball field after midnight
they keep all the lights on
it’s nice when i’m the only one around
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Allan Hill Montreal, Québec
some songs written & recorded in my room
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Carrie & Lowell
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Soft Sounds From Another Planet
by Japanese Breakfast
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