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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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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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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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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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