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Roll On Oblivion
03:30
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Roll on oblivion
We live in outer space
Roll on southern gentlemen
And your Bonaparte ways
No need to get philosophic
When you're the sharpest teeth
Feeling philanthropic
Fell out of vogue in the new century
Throw it all on the table, in one dollar bills
I'm not feeling so stable, roll me on up the hill
You come around the corner
Marching in line
You got your orders, I never got mine
Roll on Napoleon, full of the new wine
Rolling on down Main Street
While I'm in the alley being hard to find
Out in the streets
In the chill of the night
As thick as thieves
My lover and I
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Sorry Lori
02:22
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Your smoking gun was lying in my arms
When you told me to keep it hid
I thought it'd best if we just stay in
But I must confess I did not confess
We got stoned in bed
I dreamed I was back home with my woman
You never told me what you meant, why didn't you say?
We are born into conflict
I'm sorry Lori
You're such a jealous girl
I'm sorry Lori
You're such a jealous girl
I'm sorry Lori
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3. |
Out of Time
02:45
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Well, i got your invitation
But it never crossed my mind
Your casual obliteration
Would cross the line
On a rainy day highway
And the melancholy got on
I got the most nostalgic feeling
I'm gonna head right by on
We're out of time
On down the line
Just get behind
We're all out of time
The perennial fatigue
Of the times
When you're long in the teeth
Short in the sleeve
There's nowhere left to hide
And the raindrops fall safely
Along with the tears
Another cool heart of the lonely
In the cool, secluded clear
We're out of time
On down the line
Just get behind
We're all out of time
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4. |
Papercut Hearts
03:04
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Papercut hearts leave no scars
Bullet-point teardrops like inky dead stars
The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone
Like all of the reckless ones
The pull of the moon the shift of the sea
The feral wounds inside of me
The stab of love is something to hold onto
A Little flame of a little pain to keep you warm
Imaginations, imaginations running wild
Yeah, running wild
Running wild
Papercut hearts in these smokeless bars
The authentic blues is it just old world news?
The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone
Like all of us reckless ones
Imaginations, imaginations running wild
Running wild...
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5. |
Henry's Song
04:09
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He laughed at everything but the joke
Smoking that last cigarette refusing the blindfold
He made that kind of impression
Or was it nuisance, I don't know
Hopeless and romantic, drunk on the blood of love
A fool with intention though naturally blessed
His heart many times broken but never with regret
Always rash with wisdom outrageous and unkept
Talking like St.Francis in a very friendly woman's bed
With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the dirt
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth
Possesed with vision, eclipsed by lust
He fell from grace with abandon but was lifted up
He always went for the Madonna who was somewhat of a whore
Or was it the whore who was some kind of Madonna
With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the dirt
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth
Righteous and holy, righteous and holy as a junkyard sunflower
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth
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From St.Christopher's house
Into the streets you set out
With the dispossessed and the broken down
You looked around and saw the need
Dug in your heels, rolled up your sleeves
You were no stranger to the refugee
And you wouldn't let the bully boys get you down
These are your streets from the projects to the sums of Chinatown
From Denison square to the synagogue steps
The shopkeepers and merchants all families of immigrants
Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington
Laundry hanging in the ally yards
Cats sunning on the hoods of parked cars
Children messing 'round in the vacant lots
Fish market woman laughin' out loud
Old Portuguese men hanging 'round
In the ancient smoke of a local bar
You feeding birds right out of your hand
On the sidewalk cafe while the street preacher quotes old testament
Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington
Down in Alexandra Town
I can almost hear the old steel drums ringing out
Courage take courage
For every lonely soul that you lifted up
Pushing out the walls of this neighbourhood
I guess that's why they call you the angel of Kensington
Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington
This is your family, this is your family...
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7. |
No Redemption Song
02:52
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Staying stoned on Highway 401
In a band of southern Ontario bastard sons
I let my soul slip into the sun
And watched it sink just over Kingston
I left my heart in Old Montreal
Ou les femme sont belle and their legs so long
I'm running on empty but still running on
Into the red flaming edges with no redemption song
Don't the houses all look haunted in every farm we pass
All the crumbling beauties each new division's trash
We don't pay for our sins, no god saves our souls
In the name of the daughters and sons of the holy smoke
And the holy smoke with no redemption song
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Roll on over you clouds of doom
The silver lining is coming through
Just say yes, just say yes, just say yes
Quit giving up so soon
Our love will win what war will lose
Every little bit of light
Every little bit of light
Helps get us through the night
Time fled from the west
Under a crescent moon
Feel the rattled sunset
The stars came unglued and the sky fell in
And the smoke withdrew from these ashes
Every little bit of light
Every little bit of light
Helps get us through the night these days
Just say yes, just say yes, just say yes
Quit giving up so soon
Our love will win what war will lose
Every little bit of light
Every little bit of light
Helps get us through the night these days
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9. |
Nothing To Lose
04:24
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10. |
Not Over You
05:12
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So you whisper to the wind
That you won't be back again
We tried so hard to pretend
We could just be friends
But I'm not over it
Cause I'm not over you
You said goodbye but never left, I get so tired of all your shit
But I'm not over you
I'm tired of fairy tales
And all the sentimental frail
Who put your heart in jail with a cross, a hammer, and some nails
'Til you confess that you're not over it
Are you over it?
With your finger in the dam trying to save everything
When we all know you can't
You flew through the windshield of a cab
And fell into a sailor's lap
Now the blood flows from your mouth
Where your teeth hold back your tongue
Cause you know you're over it
But I'm not over you, I'm not over you...
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11. |
Somehow
05:38
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It hurts, love hurts
Words, there are no words
I was sorry then, I'm sorry now
I'm sorry that I let you down, I let you down
I'm aflood with disaster
And what's worse I always thought you were stronger
I loved you then, I love you now
I love you when you come back down, you come back down
I don't know when, I don't know how
I'll make it up to you somehow, somehow
Somehow, somehow, somehow
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12. |
Waiting For The World
05:37
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Waiting for the world to come home
Everybody's gone, I'm here all alone
Waiting for the world to come home
Waiting for the world to come knocking on my door
Just like it did before I'm waiting for the world to be born
Free from this shadow I want to be lost no more
I'm waiting for the world to be born
Waiting for you to come break my heart
Cause I can't feel anything and it falls apart
I know that sounds tired but it's true
Waiting for the world to come back with you
Waiting for the world to come knocking on my door
Just like it did before I'm waiting for the world
Waiting for the world, waiting for the world
Waiting for the world to come home
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Jason Collett Toronto, Ontario
Jason Collett is a Toronto-based Canadian singer-songwriter. He has released four solo albums, and is a member of Broken Social Scene. His latest album, Song & Dance Man, was released in February, 2016.
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