1. |
Doubt
03:42
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There’s nothing you can do that hasn’t been done
There’s nothing you can sing that hasn’t been sung
There’s no way you’ll ever understand the rules of the game you’re playing
It’s hard
There’s nothing you can make that hasn’t been made
No one agrees who’s damned or saved
There’s no reason to do anything
As everything’s forgotten in time
It’s hard
All you’ve got is doubt
There’s no consensus on what facts are known
Your senses distort whatever’s shown
You can be anywhere at all and never
Feel the least bit at home
It’s hard
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2. |
Unremembered
05:37
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Most of your moments
Leave no trace
So why live a day
That you’ll only erase
The days and weeks
Unremembered
Then months and years
Unremembered
Why leave your goals
So short of completion
Contained in a moment
Only fit for deletion
Events may seem
Important when
They first occur
Just to vanish again
Can we make
How we live each day
So that it will
Stand out in some way
Our lives are a blur
Of unmemorable past
Do we really deserve
To have them last
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3. |
The Bends
04:42
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4. |
Foreign Language
05:50
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5. |
S.U.V.S.O.B.
02:37
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Take aggression
Distil it
Pour it into a box
With Wheels
The box is the key
With no box
You’re soft, weak, prone, unsure
Like them
The box is invincible
With it you’re the ultimate bully
You force others to make way
You laugh at the rules
Power without responsibility
No longer soft, prone, weak, unsure
Did you make the box or did the box make you
You’re no longer yourself
But who is really in control
I’m an S.U.V.S.O.B.
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6. |
Losermobile
01:58
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What kind of heel drives the losermobile
There’s no appeal to the losermobile
No one can deal with the losermobile
Ignore what’s real in the losermobile
Behind the wheel of the losermobile
No one should feel for the losermobile
Tires will squeal on the losermobile
They eat lots of veal in the losermobile
You cannot conceal a true losermobile
Evil’s ideal is the losermobile
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7. |
Tinnitus
03:40
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8. |
Protest
04:06
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This is a protest song
Against songs
There are too many now
And more coming all the time
This is a protest song
Against songs
Too many to be heard
Too little fame to share around
This is a protest song
Against those
Who keep adding to the pile
Of music no one needs to hear
This is a protest song
Against words
Having said all possible things
Should now keep to themselves
This is a protest song
Against itself
Against ego and conceit
To believe that I’m immune
This is a protest song
To change minds
To stop people writing songs
Help to cease this pointless work
This is a protest song
The last song
The last time we must
Endure these stale thoughts
This is a protest song
No one will hear
That could have changed the world
But failed like all the rest
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9. |
The Misunderstood
01:22
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Wherever you go
Whatever you do
You can’t always know
Who’s following you
They might mean you harm
They might be quite good
They might not be involved
The misunderstood
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10. |
Beautiful, Once.
08:01
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She was beautiful once
You could read it between the lines on her face
Through those cracks in her ice
Catch a glimpse of the life she wished she had led
Any spark in her eyes
Now extinguished by the mistrust in her gaze
The result of a life
Whose details must remain absolutely unshared
These eyes don’t see me
Yet they seek me out
Aware defensive
Fearing contact
She was beautiful once
What a horrible thing to say about her
As if smiling and hope
Were solely to dwell in her past
We know the surface won’t show
Any hint of what might lie underneath
And a stranger’s gaze
Shouldn’t judge or define or construct anyone
Large crowds so easy
To be alone in
We watch instead of
Taking part in life
She was beautiful once
The words can to my mind as my eyes found her face
As she sat by herself
Well away from the corner where I sat and I watched
Her stop came she left
And my fantasy followed her out of the car
Leaving me on my own
In hope that a stranger would now try to define me
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11. |
Giardia
03:42
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12. |
Another Day Slips Away
04:49
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Take all those lists you made
Of goals you’ll never obtain
Then file them carefully away
Knowing fully this is where they’ll remain
You ride that spiral down
And then vanish without a sound
Those voices in your mind
Say you’ve earned it take a break
But the guilt when you realize
You’ve run out of all the time you could take
It’s so easy to plan ahead
Set your future up in disciplined way
We’re hard-wired to deceive ourselves
When wasted hours become wasted days
Another day slips away
Another year disappears
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13. |
The Pearl
08:40
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Too many lyrics to put here!
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Mr. Smith Toronto, Ontario
Coming from Saint John, New Brunswick, Mr. Smith has been in many a band. Some Purple Larvae, Alexander Salamander, Caboose of Death, Cynics, Food and Feedback have all benefited from his presence. Now a solo act, his latest two recordings are now on Bandcamp. Coming at the breathtaking rate of one per decade, it's hard to keep up. Rectangles, his latest is Covid themed! ... more
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