1. |
Fire
02:49
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Dance, locust, dance.
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
Calamity's child lost her head
In the bell of the trumpet's blast.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Jam, radio, jam.
Power to the pirate stations,
Broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement.
I know you just want to be on fire.
The good morning comes like a hit and run
With a marmalade sun for everyone.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Staring at the sun will only make you blind,
But a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.
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2. |
Hangover Days
04:36
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It was in your basement apartment
With all of its earth and sea
Making love on the carpet
Under the light of the tv
Outside the sour moon minstrels
Shook their dark tambourines
The morning came in sinister
Well window light menacing
With clouds up above and clouds down
Below
Killing time but it won't stand still
You said you never make a promise
That you can keep
I thanked you for being honest
You said, don't pull that shit on me
These are the hangover days
Of frosted glass and metallic gleam
All the new non-places
Erase my memory
We try so hard, we try so hard
We try so hard to love
It was underneath London bridge
I finally realized what you mean
Meanwhile all of fashion's latest
Were nipping at the heels of history
I tried to send you a postcard
But all I could write were apologies
So out the Columbia hotel window
I threw my heart into the street
With stars up above and stars down
Below
Killing time but it won't stand still, it won't stand still
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3. |
Brownie Hawkeye
03:53
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You took your
Brownie hawkeye
And pointed it up
At the sky
You just let the
Shutter fly
All of your friends
Still wonder why
You were never good
With a goodbye
You just turned your back
And let it slide
I try to remember the words
I once heard
You spoke them with courage
You never deserved
All of that
That they let you carry
Few were the firsts
For sure
You were the first to be married
Stars went wheeling across the sky
Silloetted the tops of the bending pines
Summer was high
We were storming inside
The morning glories
Bloomed by moonlight
We get that picture
In your mind
Because of all the smoke
In our eyes
I took a piss
On the wall
Out back of the mall
You drank the last of the sherri
Green grass stains
On your bare feet
On the dash
Of your mother's Chevy
I guess it was hard to quit
Which you won't admit
To beginning
Weaving from shoulder
To shoulder
We never grew up
We just got older
I chewed a hole
Right through my heart
From the very start
Anticipating the myth of you
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4. |
We All Love One Another
04:21
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So this is the day of the dead
Of St. Jude and the lady of Guadeloupe
Apples and oranges
And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with
Marigolds and candles
This is birth and this is death
All in the same breath
We all lose one another along the way
So this is the day of the dead
Bound by love unbound by flesh
This is for those who have gone before
Flower petals falling on the altar
This is just a gift
This is birth and this is death
All in the same breath
We all lose one another along the way
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5. |
Parry Sound
04:58
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Lamps and kerosene
Up in the north country
The air is cool, and the lakes are seething
The sun sets, I cannot describe this feeling
I followed you down
I followed you down
Through the black waters
Of Parry Sound
I thought you drowned
Big ol' rocks and bending pines
Feeling ragged as this shoreline
Stars and satelites
Staying up for the chance of northern lights
I followed you down
I followed you down
Through the black waters
Of Parry Sound
I thought you drowned
You got caught in my flashlight beam
Looking back, but you can't see me
I still believe the story you told me
As smoke from the fire gets in my eye
The north wind taunts me
I followed you down
I followed you down
Through the black waters
Of Parry Sound
I thought you drowned
I followed you down
I followed you down
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6. |
I'll Bring The Sun
03:34
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You took hold of my affections
With your Bible and your sword
Your celebrity connections
I was not used to keeping score
From your fine guilded chalice
I drank all your cheap red wine
It was a good place to be Judas (Judas)
Hiding pearls from the swine
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun to you when I come
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun to you when I come
You won me just as I failed you
Fist full of cake, who could refuse
All of my love got stuck in traffic (traffic)
Two thousand miles away from you
Bleeding on into the telephone
On a reupholstered bed of nails
I'm a long, long way from home
I hope my jet lagged heart don't fail
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun to you when I come
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun
I'll bring the sun to you when I come
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7. |
Tinsel And Sawdust
05:19
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We're all fugitives
Of American portions
Caught on the sleeve
Of yesterday's conquered
From the fresh cut grass
Out on the interstate
Where the wheels keep on rolling
'til we've sealed our fate
Tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give it up
So here's the guitar
That you use to strum
You never got very far
But you could still sing along
The oblique pastich of childhood memories
Has got you down on your knees
You know you can't escape these things
Tinsel and sawdust
Who's gonna give you up
It's not who you are
It's just what you've become.
Skies fold into roads
We've been gone for days
Feeling more at home
When I'm this far away
Flip the cassette
Of the mixed tape you made
Light up a joint
let our souls catch some rays
Tinsel and sawdust, I'm gonna give you up
It's not who you are
It's just what we've become
Tinsel and sawdust
Tinsel and sawdust
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8. |
Feral Republic
02:54
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Red nocturnal streets
Pale moon cemetery
And all the broke back houses
In your country town
breaking up with fleeting fucks
Reruns of what's come undone
The spent love of an unmade bed
With a balcony view of the old city's silhouette
And the idols of exile
Resurrected in style
We dig up the bones
And their skulls crooked smiles
The tourists come from miles and miles
While the pigeons shit on the new facade
In the ghost towns with the old grandeur
The seeds are sown by the young urban pioneers
Five minutes of TV
While you draw a bath for me
There's nothing there
But you're still curious
You said, "honey I can't afford your fear
When another world is possible."
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9. |
Pavement Puddle Stars
02:19
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Sunny, sunny, sunny, sunny
California noir
The Promise of a future
That's already come and gone too far
Goodnight pavement puddle stars
In the lonely public spaces
Pixilated to the tits
There's a ghost of a cell phone
That keeps ringing in my head
Goodnight pavement puddle stars
Standing on the balcony
With binoculars
Watching the sad satellites
Falling back to earth
Down here in the streets
Fear seems so absurd
The mournful poets cry
Tear gas tears
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10. |
Almost Summer
03:51
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Lemon gin, cornfields plowed under.
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
With your friends behind the bleachers
Tonight there's a dance, he's gonna be there
In the high school gym, and it's almost summer
almost warm enough to swim, the backyards are waiting.
He's got your name, he's got your number
He's got your name, he's got your number
The sun sets, you cross the parking lot,
Walking cool with your friends, avoid the rent-a-cop
Even though you're innocent,the night is waiting
Here he comes, you're a little nervous
Here he comes, but you're getting up the courage, yeah
The music sucks, but he's your salvation
Cherry lip gloss, you know what he's tasting
Yeah yeah yeah
You're in his car getting high
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super-toke, gets smoke in his eye
Your head is swimming with the anticipation, then suddenly,
You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees
But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can't believe it
Looks like you blew it
He's got your name, he's got your number
He's driving away, oh what a bummer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So you stumble home
But you don't quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbours
The sun is warm.
It's almost summer, yeah
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11. |
Pink Night
04:25
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Drunk again, 6pm
Beautiful, ugly weekend
Staying out, and sleeping in
I love it when my girlfriend calls me a 'cock sucking fagot
Writing rock n' roll, lyrics
On the back of math books, for garage ballads
Rock n' roll Self reference
Sentimental decadence
It's a feel good rhyme
I love a good cheap wine
And a friend with a free line
In the pink, pink night
Thanks for the rent
I'm a little behind
And the drugs you sent, came just in time
I'll pay you back, I swear I might
It's never been easy and you know how hard it gets sometimes
But I'm drawn to the line
And the reckless skyline
In the pink, pink night
No use being afraid
We're all just moths in flames
In the pink, pink night
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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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