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1. |
Changes
02:59
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These are changes that break your world in two,
crowding over the things you wanted to do.
Pressure building in your heart to take the easy route-
give them something to admire and leave nothing for you.
These are decisions that aren't easy to make,
clouded vision, crowded skies in their wake.
Pressure building in your chest- why does this feel like a mistake?
Give them something to aspire to
and then just hide beyond your gates.
These are changes...
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2. |
You Never Had Control
02:40
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When you wake up to the sound of heavy rain
and the bad news runs into you like a train
and you look back with regret as it continues to roll
but just remember that you never had control
When you pin all of your hopes onto a kite
watch it sail beyond the heights that you could climb
then thunder claps and lightning rips it apart
but you had no way to know this from the start
And it’s so sad to watch your wishes for the world
sacrificed by those who you put faith in
mocked and cast in rust by those you used to trust -
just one voice, and they cannot hear what you’re saying
Sitting, wondering how it happened all again
you feel you didn’t do enough to help
while they cash in all their promises, stolen and sold
just remember that you never had control
And it’s so sad to watch your wishes for the world
sacrificed by those who you put faith in
mocked and cast in rust by those you used to trust -
just one voice, and they cannot hear what you’re saying
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3. |
Three Cars
03:38
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Three beautiful cars parked side by side
in his drive, number plates with his name and
he’s running on empty all the same
He is working so hard that when he’s home
he cannot really hear what his children say
he can’t see his own wife’s face
Did he sell his soul so he could buy it back
somewhere down the track
how could he delude himself
that it works like that?
Did he see a hole, some empty space
and fill it up with cash?
Woe on him I guess, woe on them, oh yes, oh yes
My sweet Corolla: when it failed
and they towed it away
I took a few last photos and watched it fade
It carried me places and kept me alive
And I sighed, as he raced down that
summer evening deathtrap drive,
Naught more to life than what we own
but never have I seen such a cliché till I saw
how the more he had the more he seemed alone
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4. |
Yongo / 四五
04:28
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You angry war hungry men,
starved of the violence you heard of as children
and hoping it happens again
without knowing quite how it felt
to be running at the sound of a bell
or in a valley near Lourdes as you march on towards
what you know could be your end
to say nothing more of nearly all of your friends
You angry war hungry men,
pleasantly dreaming of soldiers and nurses,
pure love stories blossoming then-
lovely origin myth that you've fashioned for yourself
but ignoring the scars that were left-
the nightmares so real like you're back on the fields
with the bombs coming down overhead.
Lives thrown away like embers in an ashtray
and it baffles me, churns me up so much to see
after all of this life getting so much for free
how there's nothing out there that you'd really rather be
than be on the attack.
Put your own life online like it matters at all
but when it came to the fighting you wouldn't get the call
and you got your whole life but you missed out on war
so there's nothing to thank.
Do you think that I'm being unkind?
I don't think of myself as easily offended but I know when I'm seeing the signs
of something we all thought was so well confined
to a harder but simpler time
where the good could be good and the bad were just... bad
and I'm sure you'll be on the front line
though I'm no longer sure just which side you'd be on.
'Have more faith in humanity,' you warned.
Well, if truth be told, I think that humanity's dependent on where and when you were born
and if we look at the stats I don't fancy your odds.
And it baffles me, churns me up no end to read
so much anger directed in scrolls and in screeds
at a generation who have not had it easy - though we weren't in a war.
But then neither were you, but you want to fragment
every cliff face we're climbing for a road you won't tread
and you got your whole life but you pull ours to shreds
like you don't care at all.
You angry war hungry men,
starved of the violence you heard of as children
and hoping it happens again.
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5. |
Wind The Bobbin Up
02:53
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So heavy these clouds come down,
my head just chugs and pounds.
It's late in the day and I'm tired.
Computers are whirring still, my mind's in a cold chill,
just hoping I've some time left to kill.
I keep seeing flashes on my phone,
emails bubbling up like bathfoam
and I'm in four places at once-
four boring places that I'll probably forget
and right now I want to go back to Spain.
Where's your faith in this?
Mine's been lost now for the last eight years.
My mind is a labyrinth,
minotaur is a-waiting still.
This day is a slow pain-
do I really like this or may
it just be something I want to be when I'm older?
Don't let them take you for a fool
but don't be a know-it-all,
just wind the bobbin up, pull, pull, pull.
Where's your faith in this?
Mine's been lost now for the last eight years.
My mind is a labyrinth,
minotaur is a-waiting still.
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6. |
Different Seas
04:21
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I'm just gonna go out and say it: you're so cold to me
We speak different languages and live on different seas,
and I know it means nothing to you if I just let you be
anytime
I start feeling so alone, been away for days but
it's known that you get so stoned you're living in a cage
And if I ever see you sober, I'd be so amazed
Don't throw your stones at illusionary things
'cos you're never gonna really know what the future brings
I don't need your advice, I don't need your advice
I don't need you anyway, you and your broken wings
I'm just gonna go out and say it: we don't get along
and no matter how you try and play it, I've done nothing wrong
And whenever I see you now,
wherever I see you now,
this song plays over and over again in my head
Don't throw your stones at illusionary things
'cos you're never gonna really know what the future brings
I don't need your advice, I don't need your advice
I don't need you anyway, you and your broken wings
I'm just gonna go out and say it: you're so cold to me
We speak different languages and live on different seas
and I just feel so stupid every time I think about it
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7. |
I Wanted Us To Be
03:32
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I wanted us to be the first port you came to
the light at the end of any tunnel you were in.
I wanted us to help you seek and discover
the other side of darkness where the healing can begin.
But now we've found a solution that doesn't involve you
and you've found a way to breathe that pollution
and make it into something that is beautiful and true.
I wanted us to be the next thing you needed
the green in the leaves and the water on the ground.
I wanted us to find a path that gave you freedom
to run in the sunlight and to feel it raining down.
But now we've found an existence, so ill at ease,
and you've found a being that laughs at subsistence,
that sees what it wants and it wants all it sees.
That sees what it wants and it wants all it sees.
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8. |
Canadian Boating Song
03:48
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Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on shore look dim
we'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast
The rapids are near and the daylight's past
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
There's not a breath the blue wave to curl
There's not a breath the blue wave to curl.
But when the wind blows off the shore
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast
The rapids are near and the daylight's past
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Ottawa tide- this trembling moon
shall see us float over thy surges soon
shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Saint of this green isle hear our prayer,
grant us cool heavens and favouring air.
Row brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
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9. |
Cynical As Me
03:15
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To see you discovering all these problems for yourselves
I warned you, really warned you, but it didn’t really help
and I don’t want to annoy you but I want to make you see
and I won't stop until you're cynical as me
At the helm of something ordered around those who don’t belong
is not worth the friendly gestures if there’s nothing else beyond.
To rain on your parade will leave us cold and in the shade
but I can’t stop until you’re cynical as me
And it breaks my heart one hundred times the hurt already felt
and the fear is now returning though I thought it had been dealt with
and I’m forced to face a dream through which I’ve already slept
and it’s so hard to watch these things emerge which can’t be helped.
To see the time and love you put in going all to waste
and the apathy and vitriol so bitter to the taste
and I do not want to hurt you but I want you to be free
so I’ve got to make you cynical as me
All the messages unanswered, all the good will still untried
it can often feel like dancing with your shoelaces tied
to an apathetic clown who is walking upside down
and I can’t stop until you’re cynical as me
And it breaks my heart one hundred times the hurt already felt
and the fear is now returning though I thought it had been dealt with
and I’m forced to face a dream through which I’ve already slept
and it’s so hard to watch these things emerge which can’t be helped
They can't be helped.
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10. |
Empty
04:28
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Sitting with an empty coffee cup
reading about bands that have given up
Wondering when they knew that it was time to stop
Watching the sunlight and rain, rolling round again
What have I found after five fast years?
That nothing’s ever final despite my hopes and fears
That things always move slower before they break away
and leave you there just wondering if you missed a chance to say
you needed help.
I once read this interview with this old guitarist
who said his happiest time was when the crowd sung back his lyrics.
Well, one guy knows the words to half of one of my songs
but he gets the tune completely wrong.
Sitting with an empty coffee cup,
wondering how you get your strength back sometimes
how you taste every grain of life though it never seems enough
watching the sunlight and rain rolling round above.
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11. |
Elk River Blues
02:41
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