1. |
Quiet Chorus
05:44
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staring at a mountain range that
you've seen so many times before
and it's strange
it's rearranged
it will never look the same
working in one of those buildings
that you've seen on tv
and you think
not me
I could never live this way
don't be afraid
some things work out this way
you wanted noise
you got a quiet chorus
another year goes by
it's all become routine
the black and reds
the Friday jeans
you can get used to anything
don't be afraid
some things work out this way
you want it whole
you got a broken chorus
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2. |
Drones
03:23
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drones, drones, follow me home
spy in my window when I think I'm alone
drones, drones deliver to home
free shipping from sites
I'll never go outside
on my tv
in the sky at night
hundreds shaping
flags in the night
cut my finger
before I could pitch
throw a curveball
now I burst my stitch
drones, drones, drones, drones
activate them with a finger
all they found was a finger
(make it normal, make it nice
make it so it doesn't keep you up night
and if we do it right
no one will even notice us, alright!)
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3. |
Runaway Lanes
07:25
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lunatic night rider
driving through the mountain pass alone
dead phone beside her
a thousand km's away from home
rubber on the road
smell it burning
always in a hurry
nowhere to be
fog around the trees looks like they're floating
lost logs on a ghostly sea
blasting songs from the classic rock radio
tuned to the satellite station
cutting in and out depends on where you go
when the volume drops out
don't need to know how this one goes
rearrange the words in the chorus to say
what you want until it is your own
brake pads are squealing
driving me insane
gonna point that car downhill
aim for the runaway lane
brake lines not healing
life is a bitter shame
going off the road on a runaway lane
late night daredevil ride
but then you feel the tires glide
know that something isn't right
so you're turning on your brights:
part of the road has given out
so you swerve to the side but it's too late to fight it
in the split
second before the crash
you never thought that you would have
so much time to make peace with death
never thought that you'd think:
oh, where's the radio?
I'm singing oh, where's the radio?
etc. etc.
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4. |
Away From Me
04:07
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discount theological textbooks
war monuments and the gallery grill.
Hey, how's your day?
Mine's been good.
Yeah, mine has been pretty chill.
they put the church right next to the gym
so you can hear the weights drop at the end of the hymn
I'm losing faith in the myth of the self-made man
no I haven't seen your latest pic on the 'gram
just when I think it's gonna get out
it moves away from me
just when I think it's gonna get out
it moves away from me
I was splitting my time between one version of the city
and another
I was splitting my time between small rooms and open skies
even with no direct
sources of light you can see through the slats in the walls
convinced myself if I knew something I could make it go away
sensitive to small slights
sweating under the mall lights
points not redeemable on all flights
but yeah I'm doin alright
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5. |
Complete Encyclopedia
03:44
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hey, let's have a review
of everything there is to know and do
hey, keep it close to you
the tightest grip and it still slips through
got it down, got it read, got it locked up in my forehead
still wakes me in the night, shaking in a cold sweat:
knowing that I'll lose it all, every moment every face
there's not a single thing time won't erase
complete encyclopedia
of everything there is to know
hey it was nice to meet ya
now in the book you go
hey, what can you do?
we've been trying to solve that, too
cryogenics, software reboots
paper scrolls and worn out work boots
that we keep in glass cases
with notes about the laces
keep running tabs on history's worst disgraces
avoid reflection, another one off the list
look around there must be something new to miss
complete encyclopedia of everything there is to know
you could be a lava expert, still die in a volcano
that dream never died
cause that dream never lived
and if there'd been a time
one wonders how golden that era would have been
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6. |
Say Some Prayers
03:36
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ripped the knees out, out of these jeans
trouble's on the way
a new day, came and went
I'm on the ground again
what do I mean when I say "say some prayers"?
this isn't the wild wild west
can't shoot our way out of this mess
the house is on fire
can't blow the flames away
what do I mean when I say "say some prayers"?
wrapping some gauze on the jaws of the wound
writing a nice quotation on top of the tomb
hearing "help!" and replying "gone too soon"
dedicating this bad advice to position of the moon
what do I mean when I say "say some prayers"?
what do I mean when I say anything?
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7. |
Nothing Pt. 1 (Work)
03:52
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Nothing to do.
Nothing to do--and
nothing to do, and
nothing to do
Nothing to do and we did it well.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to do and we did it well. Etc.
"My day was good."
"What did you do?"
"You know I can't say I do really remember, but I think it was good?"
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8. |
Nothing Pt. 2 (Home)
03:22
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stupid as the air
a speck in frozen nothingness
martyrs burn for a minute
but boredom is forever
the gardens I like best
are the wild ones
let's never go get dressed
pause time for an infinite rest
"what you are now
we once were
what we are now
you will be"
nothing I'd rather do
than sleep in with you
my arm beneath your neck
nothing but floating specks
floating in the air
we'll last forever here
garden is overgrown
last one we'll ever know
"what you are now
we once were
what we are now
you will be"
"it's not me"
"not us"
"it could never happen"
"it will be me"
"it is us"
"it'll never happen"
"not to us"
"it's happening!"
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9. |
Summer Something
06:13
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meet you out by the lake
across the highway from your parents' place
doing backstroke without looking at each other's faces
thinking about the way things changed
since we don't talk anymore
swam out the same way, tried to keep up the pace
but came back to different shores
summer something
before you go
summer something
I wanted you to know
the years go by like the beat of a drum set to 4/4 time
but I'd like to go back to hang out on your bedroom floor sometime
sometimes you hit a groove and just assume it always loops back around
but others just fade into the next phase
just a memory of a sound
summer something
before you go
summer something
I wanted you to know
if I could
I'd like to talk to you
would it be the same would I know what to do
if I could
I'd like to talk to you
summer something
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Joel Wheeler Toronto, Ontario
When Joel Wheeler isn't making music with his band, Basketball Knees (basketballknees.bandcamp.com) he makes solo music under his own name.
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