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Lost Weekend
02:03
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Like sparks thru the stubble
Gen X reject
Monopoly of farce
One two three four
What is a break with nothing to fill it
What is the anxiety of the need for time killing
What is weekend that needs a white flag
As you white knuckle through the hours that drag
Losing sight of Finland Station
Losing it, a lost weekend
What is the reason if it’s not our fault
To drown old traumas in the hope we’ve bought
What is the reason if not a lack in the gut
To bring down the walls or bore a hole in what’s shut
Losing sight of Finland Station
Losing it, a lost weekend
Begging to be toppled
By children of Marx and La Croix
Your irony is more naïve
One two three
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Honest Ed's
03:32
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I hear only the parts of your voice
Just the words that cut through the frost
I hear only the parts of your voice
That don’t dwell on what’s been lost
Walk the square we took for granted
Didn’t think you’d miss this shit
Walk the square that we took for granted
Masked and anonymous in Christie Pits
Faster than you could say “It is what it is”
I could power the sign over Honest Eds
With the energy from this resentment
There it is in black and white
Or there it is in ones and zeros
You take it back but not that you meant it
Which is why we gotta say cheerio
Robbed of my sour freeze out
Silence only if it’s noticed
Affection falls out into the void
Live with the shame and jump to the next focus
Faster than you could say “it is what it is”
I could power the sign over Honest Eds
With the energy from this resentment
The cords are tangled
The cords are tangled and I’m tired
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No Capital
02:13
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Fretting fearing the end of the thing
It’s already happened, it’s already happened
Fearing the worst, thinking you’re cursed
It’s already happened, it’s already happened
We live here
Here in the mess
No capital
No nothing at all
What do you think, fragmented rant
It wasn’t affecting it wasn’t affecting
You say that we can when I know that we can’t
Overreacting, posturing, acting
Like chemicals in a pool
(We live in it)
No capital
No nothing at all
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After Hours
03:00
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Thinking back before the world ended
I laugh thinking of time suspended
The Greater Good after hours
Lights and noise and ales and sours
We got harassed on Dufferin Street
Jocks’ laughter as the tires screech
I never knew you had the stuff
Where does that energy come from?
Hey, where do ideas come from?
Or anything that’s worth doing for fun?
And why’s it take so long to do?
I valued my freedom true
Wasn’t looking - the periphery
I missed you in the periphery
You pulled a knife from your invisible backpack
With designs to stab in the back with that
At one time I didn’t want to grow up
At one time I didn’t want to grow up
But these days being young must suck
But these days being young must suck
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Sickly Spring
02:04
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Cherry blossoms rotting
Rat traps in the alleyways
I used to keep an eye for you
Before you cut and run away
No impression overwrites
No more buzzing in twilight
Whatever’s left soon to forget
A good dog. Fresh baguette
What follows such
A sickly spring?
Of brewery metal
And taped up swings
Empty platforms, vacant trams
Sleepless silence and milligrams
No impression overwrites
No more buzzing in twilight
Probably a welcome overstayed
Where rotting cherry blossoms lay
Probably a welcome overstayed
Where rotting cherry blossoms lay
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