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Chain Lake Drive
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Promise
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Fossils
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46
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Red Planet
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Forest Fire
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Strange Time
03:48
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Street lamp trails around the reservoir
Man-made lakes in the Canadian Shield
Granite mines and local paraphernalia
Crosses and billboards in the October fields
They’re in my line of vision
Border crossings and welcome signs
The officer asks what we plan to visit
It’s bringing me back to a strange time
Tungsten light, Cornwall convention centre
Jesus made it to Ontario alright
He’s hiding in bleachers and banners of hockey players
And follows us back to the motel at night
Televangelism
Out past Nebraska’s last town of one
As I walk in on Elsie’s 86th birthday party
It hits that I’m still living my first ones
College dorm room, a winter in Montreal
A turning head to the industrial view
We’re breaking it off in 2018 and dyeing my hair blonde
Just to move in together when we turn 22
It found me again in a rash decision
Walked out the door in a baseball cap
I barrelled down the byways and subdivisions
And got on a new track
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Cedar Park
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Jen in the Front Seat
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Periphery
03:05
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I pushed aside all the love in my periphery
In hopes of getting ravaged like a carcass by an animal in heat
Under oak trees, the cloak of orange shrivelled down to bones
And in her shadow I am twisting to the rhythm of the lone
Whistle in the distance
Pulling me to corridors and western suburbs
Back to old flames and their mothers
Waterfronts and educations
Picket fences and carnations
Serving as reminders of the reasons I must leave it all behind
I’ve often tried making light of all the circumstances
You call me up for the comfort of my second chances
Under white light, Beaconsfield felt better in July
Out of earshot of the preacher’s wrath and his threats against my life
Fire in the backyard
Burning up our hand-me-downs and youngest daughters
Hospitals and sickly fathers
Frozen ground and coldest winters
Wooden floors and bloody splinters
Serving as reminders of the reasons I must leave it all behind
I drew a line in the canopy of trees behind the house
Just to symbolize the distance that I cannot live without
Hiding in the iris, memories of mother’s love and new apartments
Last goodbyes and flight departures
Spreading themselves out against the vastness of the constellations
Afternoons spent in the garden
Talking once the movie’s started
Serving as reminders of the reasons I can’t leave it all behind
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Tourist
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Allan Hill Montreal, Québec
some songs written & recorded in my room
Allan Hill recommends:
Carrie & Lowell
by Sufjan Stevens
The best album in recorded history. Favourites: Death with Dignity, Should Have Known Better, Eugene, John my Beloved, No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
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Favourites: Lark, New Love Cassette, What It Is, Tonight, Endgame
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Soft Sounds From Another Planet
by Japanese Breakfast
Favourites: Diving Woman, Soft Sounds from Another Planet, Boyish, 12 Steps, The Body is a Blade, Till Death
go to albumIf you like Allan Hill, you may also like:
Virtual Heaven
by Infinity Crush
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence.
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Here in the Pitch
by Jessica Pratt
On her fourth album, Jessica Pratt blends up 60s pop and bossa nova into a spooky mix of soft psychedelia.
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If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you.
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