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Everything Is Slang
02:43
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Everything is slang
If you’re afraid to mar
If you’re afraid of space
If you are, you are
If you are, you are
If you are, you are
Afraid
Everything comes back
So everything's still slang
If you know where you were
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Return
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Return
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Then you will, you will
Return
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On the way to East Québec
The ghost of my father said
Here’s the keys son, take the sled
That’s okay pop I’ll walk instead
I fell in love once a week
From Laval to Chicoutimi
I tattooed each name on my sleeve
To prove I loved them equally
I left before they got to speak
And ask me why I’ve got to leave
Well love don’t last indefinitely
I did it for the memories
And I’d hate to see you ever weep
And a little time will make this sweet
For ghosts don’t die, they never leave
They sleep in answering machines
And you should open, just an inch
And let some of that outside in
Hold that love before it drifts
Cuz human bodies never win
Now I’m coming back from East Québec
And the ghost of my father said
I’m not in son, call again
That’s okay pop, I understand
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3. |
Education
03:21
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Who’s gonna save you now?
There’s no one here beside you
If you’re lost then you’re alone
And no one will ever find you
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And who wants to help you out?
There’s no one here to cry to
If you think there’s something more
It’s because you have been lied to
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And you’ll wait and you’ll wait and you’ll wait
And there’s no one here to talk to.
And there’s no one here to guide you
And there’s nothing here to get through
And there’s nothing here despite you
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
And you'll learn
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4. |
Allegretto
03:58
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A coddler’s cast of silken doves
A comedy of luck
A script both crass and bold at once
Held up by a crust
A séance in a boney yard
Typed novels in the dust
In a font that only I could read
My illegible front
Adieu my first born
I drowned him in a pond
His chubby little arms
They were the only things I loved
So I cut them off
A rankled, fractal, melody
Of kant, and love, and death
I’ve lied and I've said the same things again
My ubiquitous theft
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5. |
Psalm For Abraham
03:27
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Wide-open eyes blinking sometimes
Mouth gasping for air
Isaac, why that awful stare?
Well we are all animals sometimes
But there’s nothing in this tragedy
Except a history of Irony
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your ... chest
Rolling around under blue skies
That red vest’s looking worn
Tattered by young matadors
The colour of love hugs the fresh snow
Well Isaac you should know
Abraham does what he’s told
Abraham does what he’s told
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your ... chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that stress man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that stress man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your
Get that blood off your ... chest
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6. |
Debonair
03:22
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I had a flask and a hand rolled cigarette
My tongue was tied in a nicotine safety net
I still remember everything you said
I hope that you remember just a bit
“You look really nice and how’s your boyfriend?”
Why do I always say such stupid shit?
He likes you some but I like you best
A secret glance in half a pirouette
I’m only bitter because I really care
And I’m just glad that you were really there
On the bedroom floor we drank local wines
My veins filled with cum, you didn’t bat an eye
We rolled a joint but didn’t have a light
“It’s okay” I smiled, and said goodnight
I walked home and stepped on every crack
I covet love, I know I’ll never have
I’ll never be content because I lack
I’m not afraid of love, just to ask
I’m only bitter because I really care
And I’m just glad that you were really there
I’m only bitter because I really care
And I’m just glad that you were really there
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7. |
Sun Also Rises
04:45
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In a polished life, you’re warned never to wane
Hope the great stain, leads down a road called shame
Like a wicked child, you grow beard on your face
Your cheeks were rosy once, then you aged
You pray to kings of carnivores
You say“God please explain!”
Why you built something sane
Is so strange, it’s so strange
You hope for something different so you look the other way
But hope’s a rotten village, up a mountain made of hate
You’re coddled or else abused, given love or else confused.
You were called pretty once, then you grew
You pray to kings of carnivores
You say“God please explain!”
Why you built something sane
Is so strange, it’s so strange
When you rise in the morning
Getting up before dawn
And the sun also rises
Ever on and on and on
When you rise in the morning
Getting up before dawn
And the sun also rises
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
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I saw your face
In a mongrel constellation
Moon, star, plane
… And patience
Your countenance
Was tattooed on the bed sheet
With one Velcro hair
The loneliest marquee
And you were here
To make everything glitter
Until you left
So I would yet remember
Like there’s still sparks
In my blood from when I met you
And honey on
My tongue from when I kissed you
Like there’s still sparks
In my blood when I undress you
And honey on
My hand when I caress you
Now I am a child
What a silly thing to be
Obsessed over little things
And always blundering
And you are a child
And what a lovely thing to be
Your curious little feet
Are always traveling
And here, and there, and yet, and again
And
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Formalists Toronto, Ontario
Based in Toronto, Formalists are a progressive quartet with ties to the city’s classical and jazz communities. Their music combines alt-folk, indie, and western art influences, with a dual ambition to thrill and discomfort. At once elegant, and self-indulgent, Formalists share more then just a love of supine-grape eating with the hedonists of yore. ... more
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