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Namaste, Motherfucker!
02:21
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Namaste, motherfucker!
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2. |
Blowing the Cartridge
01:26
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A coward in the schoolyard, a crybaby on the swings.
No phys. ed dreamboat: I'm the second last pick.
But when I go visit Nathan, I'm an uber mensch,
A dot matrix Hercules, I'm the 8 bit king.
With a flick of the joystick, with a slick paddle jive.
I'm on fire; I'm a noisy gong.
Mama says I'll go blind, now I wear glasses all the time.
Everyone's been keeping trendy with shit that I don't understand.
It takes a nuclear physicist to figure out these new joypads.
But when I go visit Nathan, we stick to tested and true.
Call me vintage, call me luddite - I just like the old style.
Dad said "don't waste your time", but I saw him playing it at night!
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3. |
W.I.W.Y.I.F.I.L.
02:07
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When I was young, I fell in love
So young and I fell so hard
I never kissed a girl before
Hell, I didn’t know where to start
Then I became a jealous wreck and acted insecure
I doubted her though I knew I would never find a girl as pure
She was a victim, full of trust, and I acted like a fool
So she fell out of love with me and I had to start anew.
Then once again I fell in love
Her locks were red like fire
“Come and get me” said her eyes
Man, she was a real live wire
But I hesitated, waited for her to pick up the phone
So it would come as no surprise when she said “leave me alone”
She was a wild cat, full of lust and I acted like a fool
So she fell out of love with me and I was left so blue.
Now in the spotlight, you walk in
But we’ve got to play it slow
I’ve never felt this way before
And I really want this to grow
I’m going to do some stupid things and we might dwell on the past
But that doesn’t mean we’ll give up on a friendship made to last
You’re such an angel full of life and I’m giddy like a fool
When I was young I thought I was in love
But now I’m in love with you.
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4. |
World In Your Mindset
05:12
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Your singing bowl's marked with crosses,
You lick your wounds and losses
"Boy, when will you ever learn? It's not that bad."
You think the masses are savages
Their thoughts are destined to ravage you and peel your layers,
And leave you bare.
`Cos there's a glitch in your mindset,
There's a blur in your vision
There's a cheat in your union
Just ask the world and her boyfriend and they'll tell you the same.
You can't stop clicking and counting
Your even numbers surmounting
"Boy, when will you ever learn? Digits won't stop."
You're tearing patches and patches
Your skin is red and it scratches,
"Lord, when will it ever stop? It leaves us scared."
`Cos there's a glitch in your mindset
There's a hole in your spirit
There's a rip in your seamline
Just ask the world and her tailor and he'll tell you the same
There's a glitch in your mindset
You want to heal but can't force it
This food is bad - and in such small portions
There's a world in your mindset
That's growing colder and stagnant
And it's a world that's in crisis
And it's killing you, oh god, it's killing you.
`Cos there's a glitch in your mindset
There's a crack in your faultline
There's a leak in your engine,
Just ask the world's worst mechanic and he'll tell you the same.
There's a glitch in your mindset
You want to heal but can't force it
This food is bad - and in such small portions
There's a world in your mindset
That's growing colder and stagnant
And it's a world that's in crisis
And it's killing you, oh god, it's killing you.
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5. |
Superhumans
04:35
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And we know, we know what makes us tick tick tick
And talking about the weather leaves us cold,
But we're warming up to one another
And our closest friends are noticing the pull
Gravitational
And we're optimistic scientists deciphering this chemistry
And we're fatalistic journalists uncovering this mystery
And when the darkest nightfall clouds our way
We shall be superhuman
We will be superhuman
We will be superhuman, you and I.
And we'll call each other by such stupid nick nick nicknames
But we're way too smart to be each other's pets.
We're warming up to one another
And our hopes and dreams are harmonizing
It's mellifluous
And we're atheistic cynics praying for a miracle
And we're Los Angelistic winter babies skating on thin ice
And when our adversaries storm the gates
We shall be superhuman
We will be superhuman, you and I.
Panel by panel, our tale unravels.
May our ink never run dry!
And we're hedonistic exhibitionists grown chaste with doubt
And we're narcissistic misanthropes giving love just one more shot
And when our habitat is under siege,
We shall be superhuman
We will be superhuman
We will be superhuman, you and I.
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6. |
Never Follow
05:12
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We're born to love, but somewhere down this road of life
We're told to seek a pseudo-love ingenuine,
Short of bricks, missing parts,
When to stop? Where to start?
I thought that love was built on trust and inspiration,
Where did I fail? When did it become validation?
"I need you" not "I love you" reigned supreme,
Now you're through!
I'll never follow rules, won't play the game.
My heart's been torn and severed,
But am I to blame?
Everyone said to me "Just be yourself, man - just because!"
It never clicked because I didn't know who that person was.
Inner strength, was it real? I needed space and time to heal.
I'll never follow rules, can't play the game.
My outlook's worn and jaded and I am to blame.
Junctions of honesty.
Jesus, they frighten me.
But I can no longer hide.
Now that we've met and I feel our thing's getting slightly stronger,
Let's be ourselves `cos I can't wear this mask any longer.
We've been locked, now we're free.
My faith has cracked, so please don't you go on me.
Let's never follow rules, we'll call the game,
So we may stick together and poke at the flame.
Let's never follow rules, we'll call the game,
So we'll stay tall forever and dwarf all the pain.
Junctions of honesty.
Jesus, they frighten me.
But I can no longer hide.
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7. |
Tiktaalik
03:40
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You are the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen
I am the happiest that I’ve ever been
You are the ugliest fish
We are just birds spiraling into the ocean
We just come out to sea so that we can die
And we’ll cry “brava” in lava
Build robots with burbots
With snakes and rats and arthropods
And jellyfish that sting (from up above)
You are the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen
I am the happiest that I’ve ever been
You are the ugliest fish
And you are the answer that we have been waiting for
A silencer to those countless red herrings.
And I am a bee from Ellesmere Island
I just flew back home and god damn am I tired
And I will seek Fort Eureka
Wax paleostatic
Metasequioa - climb straight to the top and proclaim my worth
You are the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen
I am the happiest that I’ve ever been
You are the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen
I am so happy
You are the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen
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8. |
St. Nadina
03:29
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Sighs fill the sanctuary,
belfry keeps on ringing.
Squeaking of the vestibules.
St. Nadina, keep on singing.
St. Nadina, hurt me.
My hand's in her pocket reaching for the go switch.
Speaking in tongues.
Original sin!
St. Nadina hurt me.
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I got a letter from the Ministry of Resources
I got a march stronger now than the armed forces
Tales from the goldfish bowl
And in this letter from the ministry of resources
Paragraph five tells of young hopes – those wild horses
Tales from the goldfish bowl
A stranger told me a sweet murder were my eyes
The farmer’s market harvested a thousand smiles
Habs score another goal!
I’ve got a mother who’s peacock proud no matter
I’ve got a best friend and he’s a solid understander
A swollen heart with soul
I got a letter from the Ministry of Resources
I got a march stronger now than the armed forces
Tales from the goldfish bowl
I’ve got a shelf full of Atwood and Murakami
I’ve got “Double Nickels”, “Innervisions”, and “Tommy”
The album, not the Broadway show
No longer fear failure, that’s just a fool’s distraction
No longer fear death, it just prevents forward action
Just gotta let it roll
I got a letter from the Ministry of Resources
I got a march stronger now than the armed forces
Tales from the goldfish bowl
I got a letter from the Ministry of Resources
O Postal Service, may godspeed, `cause it’s important
Tales from the goldfish bowl
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10. |
Thirtysomething
03:09
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A tree f…
No.
A rock pillar tumbles down into the Speed River. No one is around to ignore it.
“It never existed in the first place” thought the weary dilettante as he ordered himself another sludgewater local brew contaminated by years of neglectful kegline maintenance.
As he swallowed back what could be best referred to as “Smelly Dog Pilsner”, he blows out his ear drums – or whatever shreds of it remain due to years of reckless thrash – an another acoustic act, amplified to a very unnecessary level of pain.
“It’s one man and a guitar. There’s no need to make the floors shake!”
He exits the cramped bar area and slinks his way past a couple of nineteen year old social crusaders engaging in a heated debate why Bird Bird is a racist and grabs some air on the heated patio, ironically engulfed in a fog of second hand Menthol number 7s, and he sits. He sneers. He realizes he’s on his very own. No one looks his way, no one returns his glare.
“This town,” he thought, “this fucking stuck up town”.
He catches a glimpse of another sad looking man, singly occupying a rickety rotten wood table, complete with beer stains on his white shirt and a dead, and haggard look in his once-clear-sky-now-cloudy-grey eyes, and a body burdened with a massive debt that gave up on exercise years ago. This man stands alone. And although publicly proclaiming to profess solitude as the prevention of all things woeful, he starts to wilt from the inside out. His black heart seeping out of his half-agape, yellow-toothed mouth, devoid of anyone who would ever break what’s left of that burnt black beating sack wedged somewhere in that ribcage underneath years of leftover chow mein and hops.
So staring this demon of a man face to face down, the tired dilettante sheds a tear that rolls down all the way his hangdog face and drops onto his broken and scuffy dress shoes. Without hesitation, he strikes the other man, shattering him into a thousand tiny glass shards, shattering all the over the sticky patio floor, and into his bloody knuckles.
The patrons fall silent. Shocked. Afraid. The dilettante remains just as quiet too, as he’s escorted out through the front door, being told never to return.
A tree.
A rock.
A monument.
An idea falls from a great height into the Speed River, and he insists that no one should be around to hear it. He doesn’t exist. He never tried to.
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11. |
You're Never Alone
04:55
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If the voices taunt you for choosing to be free
You’re never alone even though it seems so bleak
If the fog makes it way too tough to breathe
You’re never alone even though your lungs feel weak
You’re never alone `cause there’s always someone behind you
You will be loved
You’re never alone
If the muscle pins you flat to the ground
You’re never alone, even though they’re so damn strong
And if the tribe is chanting to a power that you can’t see
You’re never alone, even though they charge thee wrong
You’re never alone `cause there’s always someone behind you
You will be loved
You’re never alone
It seems heavier by the second
The weight is snapping your spirit
You think you’re falling a thousand miles
But I promise there’ll always be someone to catch you.
You’re never alone `cause there’s always someone behind you
You will be loved
You’re never alone
And if the sun blinds you
`Cause you tried to reach the stars
You will find friends, friends will bring love,
So let it be known
You’re never alone
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12. |
Sleep, Darling Child
05:53
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All the twinkling candles light the moon
The universe looks down on you and smiles
Darling child, it’s time you rested
When the crickets creep and the owls hoot,
Put on your pajama suit and climb
Right into your Nemo vessel
And if the nip of nightfall chomps a chilling bite
I’ll toss another blanket on and tuck you in tight
Sleep my darling child
There’s plenty more to tackle come the morning
Sleep my darling child
Night night, and remember that I love you
If you want to soar across the sky
All you have to do is close your eyes
Make believe that you’re the sparrow
You’re the ruler of your very dreams
And in it, you can be anything
Tell me all about it tomorrow
And if those fantasies turn into nasty fright
I’ll be right here and I’ll never leave your side
Sleep my darling child
There’s plenty more to tackle come the morning
Sleep my darling child
Night night, and remember that I love you
You’re the sweetest honey pear I’ve seen
Nestled up within a gentle sleep
It’s no wonder that we love you.
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Measure for Measure Toronto, Ontario
Formerly known as Texting Mackenzie, Measure for Measure is the on-again-off-again musical lark of Toronto based writer
Robin Wright.
Formed in 2006, it primarily focuses on pop-hooks with a strong emphasis on vocals and narrative lyrics, garnering comparisons to the Pixies, the Decemberists, and Hawksley Workman.
The new album is called "Thirtysomething" - available August of 2012.
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