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Hangover Sex
04:17
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That spring you finished your degree
And mine was still incomplete
You moved into that house on Bathurst Street
And I moved in with my parents
I said "don't worry, I'll make the journey
Up Highway 8 to the 401, down the 427
To the Gardiner Expressway
I'll make it every seven days"
Those weekends spent in the backyard
Under a sky with no stars
And you drank wine, and I drank rye
I said someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye
But every Sunday you'd start to cry
Said "don't leave me in this city
I'm so lonely, I know nobody"
I'd wipe the hair out of your eyes
Smile and tell you a bunch of lies
Of how September would be better
But now I'm in Toronto
My degree's still incomplete, I can't afford to eat
I can't buy you wine, can't afford rye
But every time it starts raining
I remember dancing with you to "Bobcaygeon"
And when I think back on those days
I remember your summer skin colour
Your sun squint smile
Your long blonde hair rolling down your shoulders
And I say someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll finish college
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye
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Gertrude Stein
03:36
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I just woke up in the water
As it began to boil
Fell asleep getting baptized
Spent too long in the soil
With the worms and I've learned
That the dirt in my nails
Shouldn't be confused with pride
'Cause if I want to know God
Or some idea of
I'll have to wait until I die
And not just inside
Gertrude Stein said
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
If that's true then
I hate myself for hating myself for hating myself for hating myself
Coulda been in that bathroom
On that long hungover drive
My eyes were burnt out and bleeding
And branded open wide
And I blurted out lies
And I blurred wrong and right
It's all a tattered binary
Some loud sadness it seemed
Not so buried beneath
That I confused with being free
But it ain't me, babe
Gertrude Stein said
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
If that's true then
I hate myself for hating myself for hating myself for hating myself
Play that pessimist pop
Feel the weight lifted off
But I still need to be grounded
And now I'm finally sure
I'm not a kid anymore
But that does not mean I'm not dumbfounded
There's still some truths I haven't found yet
I want to be surrounded
Gertrude Stein said
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
If that's true then
I hate myself for hating myself for hating myself for hating myself
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Clinton Radars
03:13
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I'm too high to watch the Radars play
And entertain my friend's four-year-old kid
It's happening again
Another song about back home
The conversation starts to spin
About when the Oilers will win again
When will it end?
Another song about back home
Some kid I went to high school with
Leads the Colorado Avalanche
And his dad's my therapist
Another song about back home
They say the future's bright but outta site
Oh Taylor Hall, oh Nugent-Hopkins
Something to believe in
Instead of leaving
It's happening again
When will it end?
Sometimes we try and we fail
Sometimes we try and we fail
Feels like I've already lived this night
Already watched this hockey fight
In this town it's like there's seconds left
On a powerplay and an empty-net
And we still can't get it right
We still can't get it
Sometimes we try and we fail
Sometimes we try and we fail
Sometimes
We don't try, we just get drunk
We just get drunk
We just get drunk and talk about Ryan O'Reilly
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4. |
Pass The Time
01:55
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I regretfully recall
The sting of the winter
The paint on the wall
The song of the summer
The sharp hint of fall
And the birth of the spring
But I refuse to place
The night to the evening
The name to the face
The wait was worth waiting
The feeling's replaced
I cannot take back a thing
So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
For yr funeral stamp
Yeah the one that says
That you're happy 'til ya die
But for now, kick around
Waste some time
November's fading fast
What was once the future
Now bitten by the past
The warmth of tomorrow
Has now been surpassed
By the cold of today
But my lover's nice and warm
Covered in bandage
Her longing is worn
Like a scarf or a mitten
My love and my scorn
Are both of yours to take
So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
For that pocket flask
And you'll kindly ask
If I'll share some of mine
Well let's hope it can help pass the time
So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
My decision's made
Yeah, I'll kindly wait
If you wait by my side
Just think of the excuse that we'll find
Of the ways we can help
Pass the time
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