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Berlin, Teach Me to Love
04:29
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The beginning is buzzing and it’s covered in bugs
is there anyone with me who sees it?
I see only the remnants of a world beyond protecting, though I’ll try.
The consequences of obsession,
the consequences of compulsion,
the consequences of separation, the consequences of consequence.
The head, without the body, devoid of reason, makes decision
neighbour against neighbour against brother,
and suddenly, between us, there’s a wall, and I’m getting no signal
I’m learning how to listen too late
The consequences of obsession,
the consequences of compulsion,
the consequences of separation, the consequences of consequence
Berlin, teach me to love
Berlin, teach me to love
Let me feel the joy of a free heart in a sundress
let me feel the joy of a free heart on a sunny day
The consequences of obsession, (lover’s waiting on the other side)
the consequences of compulsion, (do you want, want to see him)
the consequences of separation, the consequences of consequence
Berlin, teach me to love
Berlin, teach me to love
Berlin, teach me to love
Berlin, teach me to love
Let me feel the joy of a free heart on a sunny day
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2. |
Same Old Exit
03:49
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Crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and burn
turn off on a new exit that you know you already know
same old thing, rows of brand new buildings and their concrete cradlings
and the fresh, fresh, freshly fallen snow that fell just for you
yeah it knew what you had to do
but you had never thought that you would be alone
alone
when i ride home I ride west
I’m in the sky, I feel so high
when I get home, I walk my block, I stand tall, my head up
i’ve been wondering why you run from me, guess you ran from everyone before me
and I admit that I have lost sleep once or twice
hoping that in your new home you’ll never be alone
alone
the long road has brought you
brought you full circle
back to where you started
back to where you’re from.
the long road has brought you
brought you full circle
back to where you started
back to where you’re from.
crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and burn
turn off on a new exit that you know you already know.
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3. |
Live in the Real World
04:50
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To you, I live in the real world with you, but I don’t feel like I do:
shapes among shapes among shapes
Toes hit the ground, they don’t make a sound,
I was brought up to be quiet.
Toes hit the ground, spin round and round,
swirling up dust when I’m sure that I’m alone.
We are carrying our clouds every day, along with all our other things
we are carrying our clouds every day and they’re getting in the way
To me, there are limited options for living
don’t you see, a thousand colours of the same shirt?
Metal hits ground, we don’t make a sound,
we were brought up to be quiet.
Metal hits ground, digs down, deep down
and I’m drawn in too.
I too want a car, I too wanna leave town.
I pledge allegiance to the right to life not earned, the stars, the dirt
I pledge allegiance to the right to life not earned, not on your terms
To you I live in the real world with you, but I’m not sure If I want to.
We are carrying our clouds every day, along with all our other things
we are carrying our clouds every day and they’re getting in the way
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4. |
Apartment in My Head
03:50
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The people living in the apartment in my head have got to go
The people living in the apartment in my head have got to go
their fighting is keeping me awake all night
their fighting is keeping me awake all night
They’ve been punching walls and slamming doors
and making all kinds of harsh remarks
The people living in the apartment in my head have got to go
It’s getting kind of weird having anyone over
and I think that it’s getting worse
I think that it’s getting worse
‘Cause the cherries in the window are keeping me awake
The cherries in the window are keeping me awake
Here’s your notice
Here’s your notice
Here’s your notice
You should know this
‘Cause you’ve been punching walls and slamming doors
and making all kinds of harsh remarks
And the cherries in the window are keeping me awake
The cherries in the window are keeping me awake
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5. |
Dreamcatcher
03:23
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I’ve caught up and slowed down and watched the way the world moves around me now
in circles, in straight lines, with destinations hard to find
I was standing, doing nothing
the sun was honey
Dreamcatcher threads are spinning, but dreamcatcher threads are thin
i feel my dream beginning
prime time for the dream outside
I fake quiet, but I feel no boredom
I have no body
all stillness is is listening
I stand by the river
Dreamcatcher threads are spinning, but dreamcatcher threads are thin
i feel my dream beginning
prime time for the dream
Light as feather on a trinket in the window
you float into creation, one pure feeling
Light as feather on a trinket in the window
you float into creation, one pure feeling
Light as feather on a trinket in the window
you float into creation, one pure feeling
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6. |
Pull of the Night
04:29
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Sun, I see you’re setting
your course for the other side of the world,
or are you just sinking into the quicksand of Georgetown?
I would follow you down,
I would follow you down.
We were running from the guards, parking lot security guards
we were on the right side of the law
out after dark, that’s all.
we were creeping through the forest when we heard a generator hum
we stripped down naked and learned to swim
but better yet, better learn how to run
It’s not like I don’t wanna wake up in the morning, I just feel the pull of the night.
We were flying through the trails, we were flying through the trees and the weeds
we had no vision, we had no bodies, nobody’s prying eyes staring at me
no, no bodies, no, no bodies,
nobody’s prying eyes staring at me
no, no bodies, no, no bodies,
nobody’s prying eyes staring at me
It’s not like I don’t wanna wake up in the morning, I just feel the pull of the night.
The fresh, cool air before the morning,
I feel the pull of the night, I feel the cool pull of the night
I’m still up and I see you’re rising
like a loaf of bread in the oven, you look good.
oh, sun, I know you hate to see me this way,
but you caught me at the end of a very long day.
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My greatest fear is going to the mountains again
and not feeling anything
someone just told me once you’ve seen a mountain you’ve seen them all
it’s just hundreds of thousands of years of rocks boiling over.
I’ve watched my water boil forty times without you
and it gets less and less interesting every time.
I’m in the mood for a drive across the country
the week long drive there, the week long drive back
i’ve seen it all before but i’d like to see it all again
a second chance to see what i missed the first time.
Life is generous and strategic with second chances.
Let’s go to the mountains, let’s go to BC,
remember how it feels to listen to Mount Eerie in the dark
Oh, what a feeling! oh, what a feeling
for a seventeen year old girl to hide, molten in her mind.
oh, what a feeling! oh, what a feeling, oh
let’s go back there and see what we find.
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8. |
I Notice Every One
04:41
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We’ve become like the bird who first must share the branched tree
and then must plot the path that it can only barely see
then sit there, growing feathers, singing cause that’s all it can do
until one morning the old story is no longer true
we’ve become like the bird who never looks downward to see
how much higher it is from the branch it was last on
always looking up and out, existing automatically
how painful growing feathers would be if you noticed every one.
I notice every one, oh I do, I notice every one, oh I do
is it possible that after every feather has
sprouted painfully from the skin, after each tendril has grown,
is it possible to spread your wings and fall?
is it possible to spread your wings and fall?
My mind is always on birds
I notice every one, oh I do
shoowap doo waa ooh, shoowap doo waa
shoowap doo waa ooh, shoowap doo waa
We’ve become like the bird who first must share the branched tree
and then must plot the path that it can only barely see
then sit there, growing feathers, singing cause that’s all it can do
how painful growing feathers would be if you noticed every one
I notice every one, oh I do; I notice every one, shoo wap doo waa
in this place I live my thoughts are always thinking about birds
I notice every one, oh I do
shoo wap doo waa ooh
shoo wap doo waa ooh
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9. |
You Are an Ocean
02:27
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Alone in your bed, alone in your room, alone in the shower
alone in your car, alone at your desk, alone in the lunchroom
but don’t let it fool you are never alone
don’t let it fool you are never alone
you are an ocean in an ocean with no walls
skin is just a membrane not a wall at all
aah, aah
aah, aah
alone in your bed, alone in your room, a floating cube
alone in your bedroom, floating cube with no walls
you are an ocean in an ocean with no walls
skin is just a membrane, not a wall at all
there is no use for a mumbled word, open your mouth and let it be heard
there is no use for a mumbled word
and this is no place for a frightened lie, if it’s the truth then hold your head high
this is no place for a frightened lie
you are an ocean in an ocean with no walls
skin is just a membrane, not a wall at all
whether i lie with you or i touch your hand, we are one
when i stand on the same ground you stand on, we are one
when you piss in the lake and i swim in it, we are one
when i cough in your dust and you spit in mine, we are one
aah ahh
aah aah
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10. |
I'm Going on Holiday
06:26
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fall into the arms of a full time job
that holds you close like the mother you miss
singing it’s gonna be ok, darlin
it’s gonna be ok, darlin
stumbling home from work at four am
half sober, reflecting
i’m gonna keep the promise i made
i’m gonna go on holiday
I’m gonna go my own way
I’m going on holiday, yeah
I’m going on holiday
america is still beautiful
you can see it from the highway when you’re a hawk on the wing
and the universe is singing sweet songs if you listen
yeah the lyrics are sad but the music is sweet
I’m gonna go my own way
I’m going on holiday, yeah
I’m going on holiday
I went to a bar with a friend the other night
and we went up to the door man, a young guy,
I thought he was drawing anarchy symbols on our hands
but it turned out they were just shitty stars
i’m gonna keep the promise i made
i’m gonna go on holiday
I’m gonna go my own way
I’m going on holiday, yeah
I’m going on holiday
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Beams Toronto, Ontario
Blending psych-tinged indie-pop with Appalachia-sourced folk music, Toronto sextet Beams have long been a unique voice among the Canadian indie rock scene. With their newly announced third album Requiem for a Planet, the outfit... dive[s] headfirst into the difficult experience of coming of age in a world that isn’t nearly as functional as the one we may have perceived growing up. - FLOOD Magazine ... more
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