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MT. CHIMAERA
Slow Knots
Do you really think that I betrayed you
honey don't you know that I'm too dumb for that
you kept a list of all those bad nights
and we both know it got too long
Do you really think that I'm mistaken
honey don't you know that I'm too organized
kept a list of all those good times
we both know it wasn't long
Bleed it out again
party like the wind
go on and make new friends
Hand Behind
Pale light shines in lifeless eyes
the soul is thin
my gaze is fixed but I can't see
the combo deal and super size
has its fee
digesting lies is good for me
Getting used to being free
conveniently
your gaze is fixed on all but me
Standing at the edge of such a
cold hard shelf
another day is feeding on itself
If this is what you wanted take it back
if this is what you wanted cut me slack
I count the things you did but I lost track
count the things you took that I want back
Got to get this thought out of my head
takes control and keeps me in my bed
standing at the edge of such a
cold hard shelf
another day is feeding on itself
Take this
all that
hangs over
my head
collecting
they're crawling
behind me
Lo Hi Hopes
Look to the left just a little
so I can see your face
keep to the sides of the tunnel
till the streets are safe
we move to the hills at night
a view to the east
look for the eyes in the forest
where your morals sleep
And I got my
lo hi hopes
no hi hopes
Roll back the tape for a minute
let me hear what you said
tell us the truth a confession
it will clear your head
he said hey little man
where should we meet
meet me on main up at keefer
where the laurels weep
And I got my
lo hi hopes
no hi hopes
Kept the weight off
when we found out what was happening
now we're out in the bleaching sun
conversations turned to blood and ammunition
so we're down in the quickening sand
yeah were drowned in the quickening sand
Kept the weight off for so long
conversations turned to blood and ammunition
while we're waiting for the call
conversations turned to blood and now we know
And just because I'm gone
you don't sing my song
because you never sang along
Six Toes
Your love is like an ancient sin
our instincts often lie
to dying dreams that stink of gin
and offer no replies
The shapes that used to shift and move
before your sleeping eyes
have all but gone and disappeared
into your stormy mind
Rest
my child
stop
now
Rest
my child
the end
is near
A crucified man
can't be attached
to anything else
Ernest we know
you haven't done a bad thing
but we won't tell no one
Clearly something changed
cause in that way
we met in crab park
on that cold
and that snowy
december day
so I said nothing
and you said nothing
and we decided to go
our separate ways again
Hearts Trompet
Keep a trumpet
in my top drawer
cause it's a hot world
when your heart is on the floor
Keep on sailing for that
far shore
cause it's a
tough world
when you're fighting your own war
There are
many places
with their
locked doors
but it's that
sweet sound
picks my heart up off the floor
so we
Keep on marching through the door
ok ok just let it go
Take the only road you know
the one that calls you from inside
in my hands I hold the past
lead me closer to the light
Ravan (lyrics & vocals Bryan Davies)
She woke one morning sad
realizing what she didn't have
prayed all night and all day long
but the feelings were too strong
Girl
you tore the heart right out of my soul
precious you were to me forever like gold
world
upside down
bright stars
inside out
Told her story right away
only tears would help to explain
letting go of what
could've become
unforeseen the damage was done
Holding back the sea with windmills
we fight for the lowlands
pushing back the sea with indents and liquorice lies
all of this time spent in marbled arches
all of this time spent in alternate lives
Supernovas in my darkened heart
supernovas in our darkened hearts
Same Same
In my head I'm somewhere else
couldn't dream of no one else
taking me to higher ground
in my dreams I'm somewhere else
Insects
Let them out
their broken hearts weighing us down
let them out they've seen the mess we made
they're crawling back home
dry your wings in the wind
fly away
try your wings in the wind
can't fly away
Sick of it
sick of your shit
Lights below
the dark drifts won't leave you alone
slow it down the path in front of me
they're crawling back home
washing sins in the street
can't walk away
city's crumbling down
crumble away
Sick of it
sick of your shit
Trying hard
to escape
from this sandbox
even when
your wings have been plucked off
been plucked off
by routine
scratching at
the sidewalk cracks
downtown
slow it down
slow it down
when the day
has closed
it's eyes on you
again
OLD WORLD LIES ep
Old World Lies
The old world lies
better not to be mislead
the old world has eyes
peeping out the back of its head
Magellan and Columbus signed our death warrants
dealing out the back of merchant ships
sugar cane and spices made the worst of us
chains rattled all across the sea
The old world lies
better not to be mislead
the old world has spies
creeping out the back of its shed
Insects
Let them out
their broken heads weighing us down
let them out they've seen the mess we made
they're crawling back home
Dry your wings in the wind
fly away
try your wings in the wind
can't fly away
sick of it
Lights below
the dark drifts won't leave you alone
slow it down, the path in front of me
i'm crawling back home
Washing sins in the street
can't walk away
city's crumbling down
crumble away
Sick of it
sick of your shit
sick of it
sick of your shit
sick of it
Trying hard to escape
from this sandbox
even when your wings have been plucked off
been plucked off
by routine
scratching at the sidewalk cracks downtown
slow it down
slow it down
when the day has closed its eyes on you
again
Requiem for a Scene
Sunlight won't lie to your pale face in spring when it comes
warm winds will dullen the edge of our razor blade tongues
make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach
sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in the sea
But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in the scene
and you spend all your money looking cool for the kids in the scene
Cuz these days
it's nothing but Vice magazines
and cocaine
and tapered jeans...
Escape from the clubs and the Montreal magazine trends
sharpen your pitchforks and burn down the internet
boil all your cellphones in cauldrons of hang-over sweat
stick up the dj outside of his virgin store set
Cuz these days
it's nothing but Vice magazines
and cocaine
and dj's
and tapered jeans...
Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach
sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in th sea
But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in the scene
and you spend all your money looking cool for the kids in the scene
Cuz these days
it's nothing but Vice magazines
and cocaine
and dj's
and polka dots
and tapered jeaaanssssss!