1. |
The Old Gang
01:09
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What happened to the old gang?
We never get them out
And all my so-called new friends
Never get my jokes
So I'll keep waiting on that phone call
You're probably waiting too
We'll see who waits the longest, me or you
We'll see who waits the longest, me or you
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2. |
We*rdos
04:02
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Gentle like a giant
Machine gun snare drum quiet
Don't you make a move
Nobody's selling out these old rooms
Nobody cares like we do
For these sacred places of our own
All us weirdos and amateur
Steganographers, waxing so political
Beneath the freezing air we stir
Like fragile stars colliding
Each coming in and out of being
To offer up our hymn for her
We stumble all the way home
Your apartment's closer than mine
We talk of making changes
Of the evolution of a life
Can't ever seem to leave, us two
Why can't we make up our minds?
Because despite our loathing
We cling to these division lines
Because we've always been this place
Because we've always been here
Because long after they've forgotten all our names
We'll still be howling through these plains
Shine on, aurora
No one seems to notice anymore
No one seems to notice anymore
No one seems to notice anymore
No one seems to notice anymore
How many degrees it dips below
Or people do you know from GC?
Winnipeg can kill you, so
We plan our changes in degrees
As cautiously, you slip out
To warm the car before we leave
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3. |
timetraveler1
04:00
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2:30 Friday night
Been logged in since
I first got home from work
Pushing at the waist
I'm feeling some distaste
For what, I can't be certain
But I'm hanging by some
Some random forum thread
These late nights they
They get into my head
And lately, I can't sleep
Without the light on
But timetraveler1
You had me at "I'm from the future"
So please make me believe in anything
Even though I know it's not true
timetraveler1
You had me at "I'm from the future"
So please make me believe in anything
Even though I know it's not true
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4. |
Confetti
03:26
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Now you're standing there
Confetti in your hair
You're pretending not to cry
But it's looking like you're really on your own
So I walk up to your side
I try to crack a joke
'Cause if I can make you smile
You'll know that you're not alone
You say that you're just tired
That you just needed air
But you came here all alone
And I swear that half-smile's telling me I shouldn't go
So I, I could get us one more drink
There's a park just down the street
Let's play like we're still kids
On and on and on we'll go
On and on and on we'll go
On and on and on we'll go
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5. |
Prelude
02:06
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6. |
Me, Myself, and Robot
01:27
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It's just me, myself, and Robot
Nothing to be that I'm not
Just me, my guilt left to rot
No more lonely late night walks
A can of paint will chip away
A human life will do the same
But her batteries will stay
For more recharges than I have days
And that's more than enough like love to me
Just me, myself, and Robot
Nothing to be that I'm not
Just me, my guilt left to rot
No more lonely late night walks
Now it's just me, myself, and Robot
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7. |
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Where are you, Johnny?
Where did you go?
Still calling to me, Johnny
In dreams and codes
Never growing old now, are you?
Did you ever learn how to fly?
You never learned how to cry
I do it for you, Johnny
I do it alone
I do it for you, Johnny boy
If I don't breathe, will I disappear from the place I'm standing?
If I never call, I could be on some other planet
And you would never know
You would never know what happened
If I don't move, will I fade away in this mirror?
Skin just like a ghost, wandering this house just waiting
Waiting for your call
Ask me if I'm real, won't you baby?
Ask me if I feel anything at all, won't you baby?
It's funny how each minute I wait makes it that much harder
If you want to talk, wouldn't you have called on me by now?
I know it sounds lame, but that's just how it is for me baby
But if I don't speak, maybe we just fade out sooner
In minutes or days, we could just erase what we made up
'Cause everyone breaks
So ask me if I'm real, won't you baby?
Ask me if I feel anything at all, won't you baby?
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8. |
Bleats
01:42
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These tiny shadow-casters
And these unloved bastards
Singing incomplete
Melodies in sheepish little bleats
Rain immerses to these verses
Low down in these streets
Where unturned stones protect
These bones
These hopes
This meat
Stand tall amidst the fall rain
Coming down in cold sheets
Stand alone
Stand alone
Rattling bones
And feeble reeds of sinew
Ringing songs of freedom
To the rhythm of one
Barely beating heart beneath
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