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Crawl
02:46
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Crawl Inside of my head, my love.
To the 14th floor,
have a seat in my captain's chair,
you can take the controls
Crash me through the cinder walls,
through trap doors and secret halls,
where all kinds of curiosities abound...
it's enough to wear the sharpest down!
Do you know about make believe?
Like when two men enter, and one of them leaves...
leaves his clothing there...
because he cared for the war, and the war went bare.
Do you know better now?
would you give it all up and let your pride take a bow?
Can you carry on
whenever I get discouraged, and the magic is gone?
I used to care about make believe,
and think that all good things grew up my sleeve.
I used to think there was something there.
I used to care for the war, for the war,
but the war went bare.
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Dig You
03:50
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Dig your body,
dig into your body until it swallows me whole.
Lost in your rib cage,
Crawling around, because the ceiling is low...
We Spend our weekends under the covers,
Go to work on Monday smelling like each other.
None of my business.
I can't do business since I followed you home
Losing my Senses.
No Need for defenses whenever we're alone.
We Spend our weekends under the covers,
Go to work on Monday smelling like each other.
Not real, who cares?
It's my perfect design.
Square wheels, smooth ride
to the end of the line.
Common sense can't be heard over the tide
Of the overwhelming sigh of a world giving up on itself.
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Hometown Ghosts
03:42
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Hometown ghosts, always wanna sit to close.
Half life jokes, they never give in.
Oh me, oh my, why oh why,
would you live in the sand,
when you could be in the sky?
Hometown ghosts, shoutin' over golden throats.
Dead end hopes, they never give in.
Oh me, oh my, why oh why,
take your head from the sand,
and inhabit the sky!
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Cynical
03:54
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When I'm old and cynical, I want to be a novelist.
I don't care what kind I am, I just like the sound of it.
I'm gonna give up alcohol, start drinkin' tea,
but I'll still get drunk on my insecurities,
and when I'm on the town, and someone offers me a drink,
I'll just fade into the background instead of raising up a stink.
When I'm old and biblical, I'll have a cabin in the woods.
I'll still have electricity, because it does the body good.
And when you come to visit, I'll be waiting outside,
No need for me to lock my doors, I've got nothing to hide.
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Joie de Vivre
04:10
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Since I sent you away for your insignificant problems
you might be gone but the problems stay
and I'm here hoping inside for a message
to ward off my worst delusions
you might be gone, but I still feel cold.
Like the time, by the waterside,
when you felt too shy to let the mud into your skin (it was perfect skin).
Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to mess with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.
I've lost count of the ways that I find your issues hard to comprehend,
Impossible to tolerate, and yeah you know,
Sometimes I still think about you,
because I hope you can recover from the negativity that you wear so well.
Like the time, at the stone wall,
when you held us back with your impractical shoes (set us up to lose)
Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to f-ck with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.
Do you remember the days when we sat alone and I tried to write you songs, but you brushed them away?
Well I guess that's all for the sympathetic side of me,
I feel bad, but that's what you get for trying to mess with my joie de vivre.
If mutual anger made us whole, then I'd rather be an empty soul.
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Part Animal
03:34
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Part animal, it's the new indelible,
procedure medical, my favorite chemical,
the purest properties, in perfect harmony,
how could I disagree? or fight this clarity?
We sit around wasting the light,
all you wanna do is talk talk talk into the light.
Sometimes I think that you crave problems,
and it makes me think:
about the universe, and all the stars,
about the black holes, and how lucky humans are,
about the grains of sand, the insignificants,
about the little things and how we're just a part of it.
How many times can I breathe into your skin
without a barricade to hold my thinking in?
I do no want to stop this mess the music made.
Carry on as if this debt has not been overpaid.
Whenever I say that there's nothing to do,
it's only because I've thought the options through.
It's no one's fault, we're just helpless,
and I lose my cool...
about the universe, and all the stars,
about the black holes, and how lucky humans are,
about the grains of sand, the insignificants,
about the little things and how we're just a part of it.
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Fire Antlers Ottawa, Ontario
Three humans and a drum machine...
Fire Antlers melds twangy pop with primitive electronic beats and glittery synth waves.
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My fav Ouija Rock band!
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AMAZING Garage Rock from the producer of "Crawl"
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Awesome Indie Folk from Fire Antlers Guitarist T-Roy
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