1. |
You Can't Do My Best
02:30
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must you remind me?
I was much more comfortable
making love to a timepiece
only made more vulnerable
by the fact that you can hear my watch tick!
which means you're close enough
for me to get with
you can't do my best
or go to the teller and
have her tell me
to live intense & focused
I must have the kind of mind
where letters stick and numbers slide
from where I understand them to
a level only reached by you
don't try to find me
I'd be much more comfortable
leaving all you behind me
while i act like the righteous man
ignoring them as best I can
don't be bitter at me
I know how hard you looked
the shortest ways you took
from asking to demanding
the difference between
the worthless moment
& the priceless dream
from asking to demanding
the difference between
the worthless moment
& the priceless dream
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2. |
Rust Like the Wind
02:20
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don’t blush
you’re trending
you’re so touched to fill
the mainframe with your best line of fit
don’t rush
to the end
the glass has covered the have-nots
in the artist’s collage
and if you’re lookin’ for a kiss
in the web or wilderness
you just got to give in
or you'll rust
rust like the wind
best keep rolling on
if it’s going wrong
you’re crushed
get a grip
you made a bad decision
to see how the reaction fits
you said “I’m cutting you loose now”
or you're gonna lose it
now I’m just trying to keep my eye out
to which way i’m rollin’
or I’ll rust
rust like the wind
best keep rolling on
when it’s going wrong
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3. |
Free Rein
02:35
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I know there's something strange
how you're given such free rein
while I am so contained
in a box that was designed
with a particle in mind
i graduated from the point of no return
to make a living as a fine arts bachelor
now I'm thinking about you
when I'm talking to myself
responding as you would
not that you would ever help
I know there's something strange
in a box that was designed
with a particle in mind
I know there's something strange
how you're given such free rein
while I am so contained
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4. |
Bartender
01:30
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I’m not sure why I did things in that order
why I’m knockin’ at your door
I want to explore this culture
of discount millionaires and e-smokers
what’s it gonna be
what once was there in store
I don’t want to repeat
what once was there before
I want to be a bartender
quenching all the questions you’re here for
quenching all the questions you want to ignore
so tell me, what ails you
tell me, what’s killing you
what’s you favourite
what’s not your favourite
experience
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5. |
Clarify
03:00
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Lord, it's too heavy
your law is too thick
your word is too sacred
to trust me with
what if i'm not ready?
then everyone will see
all the excuses i stand behind
logic could beat
you neglected to clarify
what i should do with my night
in case you don't have time
what of the road never taken?
the permanent possible past
each night afraid that the morning
won't come if i ask
cause you neglected to clarify
what i should do with my life
in case you don't have time
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6. |
Ode to Bee
01:05
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bumblebee perching
on the balcony
wishing that he could get at
my coffee
I am drawn
to your reckless flight pattern
ground control
gave you no such permission
to fly on by
with sweet tooth glisten
there’s a siren sitting in the wind
the writer picks
at another’s bleeding
like a battery
sucking its last
conduction
I couldn't do this
without you in it
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7. |
Simple Pleasure
02:30
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nothing lasts forever
as if the universe was trying
to keep us off our center
with the constant knowledge
that we could have never
got as far as we did
without pushing over walls
when the rules were too rigid
but no one wants to let themselves
just be surprised not anymore
so set in your way
the unfamiliar becomes the unsafe
and into my retirement home
i’ll take with me a lesson from
the time i wasted chasing ghosts
instead of dealing with the fate
of the life i chose
though i hold no lasting hope
it’s hard for me to say
what was attractive two years ago
repulses me today
to take a simple pleasure
and run it to the ground
to take a simple pleasure
and run it to the ground
to take a simple pleasure
and run it to the ground
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8. |
15 Dollar Nights
02:13
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stream all you want
drink all you’d like
the choice is yours,
every endeavour's a price
a body and a mind
nobody can mine
check the ride if no one's showing up
these 15 dollar nights will leave you stuck
held my head and beg for a sign
watched what I did throw
into the ultramodern light
and oh it was a sight
oh it was a sign
watched what I did throw
I’ll cast a line
shake all your fonts
dream like you’re going on break
at the end of the night
you just want to shut it off
it’s 4.25, and I feel alright
these 15 dollar night will hang you up
held my head magnetic for a sign
watched what I did throw
into the ultramodern light
and oh it was a sight
oh it was a sign
watched what I did throw
I’ll cast a line
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9. |
Rightful
01:40
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tearing through the memory garden
stop and take a bite of the fruit
can’t help letting my guard down
when i see what seeds have grown into
a rattle of the gate behind me
and you come stumbling through
no use letting time take care
of something we could easily do
in turn i’ll be rightful
and try to pull the roots
from the garden where you plant yourself
with all your twisted truths
the garden must be weeded
to keep the soil fresh
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10. |
Captain J.
01:40
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let nick be nick
or give him a call
he’s the roughest of the sailors
sleighing the carpet
in his brother’s apartment
no one knows better
to seize the ship
or to rust this hull
captain John
and his famous restaurant
he spent 10,000 years
hangin’ by the boardwalk
stuck on the gangplank
valuables they sank
in 2 by 2’s coating the internet
float the ship with your body
an SOS everyday
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11. |
Losers Blues
02:30
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I'm gonna write a song
but have fun with the cover band
this is an oval, we're not square
or else you'd be across from me
and you're not there
goes the losers blues
i’d be singing if i was you
been treated with such disrespect
the losers blues have led me to act
said my back
was yours to ride
and i meant it
with no fear
of consequences
till you took off when my spine cracked
the losers blues can lead you to collapse
you were feeling honest in the forest
but you're in the city now
it's like we're trying to resolve a melody
but you're too tone deaf to figure it out
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
i'm gonna write a song
but have fun with the cover band
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12. |
Dead Devotion
03:00
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there’s a back-switch Hamlet
figure that is dancing in the wind
and if I am not to be
I’ll get back to the habit again
could you step on a worse part
I’m just waiting on my three point start
I see a toothpick sitting on a curb
that could fit through the cracks
I heard a skateboard break
and splinter by a cigarette pack
don’t you know how mouths react
when they’re placed back to back to back
-
it starts, then it sits
that’s how separation fits
are you left to concern
that you are what you earn
it’s so vexed
then repelled
then forgotten like
some boy stuck down a well
who doesn’t get tripped up once in a while
there’s an endless source to your entertainment
I’m not sure what I'm contained in
but it surely gives to natural erosion
can’t you see it’s the dead devotion
got lost
on the fringe
cold connection coming in
don’t get left in the dust
you’re not what you burn
sometimes I have a hard time arranging
what’s in my guts
and what I’m paintin’
its the power
in a picket fence
when everyone is climbing over it
there’s an endless source to your entertainment
I’m not sure what I'm contained in
but it surely gives to natural erosion
can’t you see it’s dead devotion
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13. |
Flies w/ Honey
03:18
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say goodbye to your last hope
your ride just fell through
your fire will burn out soon
catching flies with honey
remember to be patient
you catch more flies with honey
than your righteous indignation
what happened to the day
did i waste it?
take something sacred
and selfishly make it
a monument to sleeping in
a testament to self illusion
anyway i’m not moving at all
just writing every thought down
to throw against the wall
say goodbye to your last hope
your ride just fell through
your fire will burn out soon
in retrospect i could have waited
instead of taking the long way
i cut and pasted
the time i knew it would take
to turn to hatred
bullshit, i don’t buy it at all
keep savouring your last few breaths
it’s inevitable
saw goodbye to your last hope
your ride just fell through
your fire will burn out soon
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14. |
Go Out
01:13
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I want to go out
I want to go out
with you
brush my teeth with coffee
Oh so early in the morning
I felt so productive
I probably can’t afford it
but I want to go out
I want to go out
with you
I’ll probably have another
when I head out to see you
I hope that you are ready
I feel as ripe as a water colour
ya I’ll rise and shine just to see no one other but you
and from time to time will you send me a letter
even though they never get me through
I want to go out
I want to go out
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15. |
Exact Revenge
04:02
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my blank page is all filled up
i have a reason to stall again
my first reaction was disgust
then i let the feeling sharpen
pacing around in the darkness
used to have a girlfriend
now i have an apartment
and she can take what i know works
apply it to her universe
she can take what i know works
apply it to her universe
you found it elsewhere
you found it elsewhere
you found it elsewhere
took someone else there
my blank page is all filled up
i have a reason to stall again
my first reaction was disgust
then i let the feeling sharpen
she can take what i know works
apply it to her universe
she can take what i know works
apply it to her universe
you found it elsewhere
you found it elsewhere
you found it elsewhere
took someone else there
until i run into the seam
of the pattern again
until i run into the seam
of the pattern again
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16. |
93
02:16
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17. |
The Liner Notes
03:18
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oh to be
the one in tow
wading through
the liner notes
i can do
twice for you
what he would call
impossible
what if it's
the kind of thing
where i'm still stuck on her
but she ain't stuck on me
something something something
along those lines
something something something
i left behind
for you to figure out
to satisfy yourself
before you slide my sleeve
back on your shelf
i just thought
when coincidence struck
happiness was bound
but i had no such luck
my best friend was an American
lived until he died of embarrassment
oh to be the one at fault
waiting for the denouement
part one was what i wrote you
part two is an acoustic song
part three will be a renaissance
something something something
along those lines
something something something
i left behind
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Prince of Toronto Toronto, Ontario
Prince of Toronto was the musical alter ego of songwriter Jackson Fishauf
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