Lovers On A Bus

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    produced and recorded by Elliot Fraizinger
    photo by Brendan Black
    cover design by Eytan Tobin

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released February 6, 2011

produced and recorded by Elliot Fraizinger
photo by Brendan Black
cover design by Eytan Tobin

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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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Track Name: Self Titled
You should smile
And forget your thoughts
You could leave
But you’d be caught
And if you knew
What to say
You could talk
And make it all okay

It’s the way
You live your life
Between when you’re born
And when you die
And if it’s an act
Than play it right
And if they all cheat
Than you can lie

They drink their spirits
Like they’re wine
They’re in a rush to be
Skeletons
Let’s see you try
One more time
They have practice
But you have drive

It’s the way
You fill your life
Between when you’re born
And when you die
If it’s an act
Than play it right
And if they all cheat
Than you can lie
Yeah you can lie

You drink their spit
Like it’s wine
They’re in a rush to be
Skeletons
Let’s see you try
One more time
They have practice
But you have drive

It’s the way
You fill your life
Between when you’re born
And when you die
And if it’s an act
Than play it right
And if they all cheat
Than you can lie
Than you can lie
Track Name: City Parks
Breathing hard in a city park
Hacking air on the industrial lark
Shoutin’ out, “maybe I shouldn’t drink”
But no one’s here forcing me to quit

I said, ”You never did what I want to do
No you don’t do what I want you to”
I said, ”You never did what I want to do
No you don’t do what I want you to”

I want something great
To let me down
I want some new spark
To come around
To talk until
My tongue falls out
Saying what the fuck
Am I shouting about?

The flora changed, and the fauna left
Because the trails lead somewhere important
So I’m pulling grass in between a path
I want it dead, but it’s growing back
Now I’m breathing fast in the cities last
Useless stab, at our industrial past
And shouting out to an empty crowd
Nervous, I don’t know what I’m talking about

I want something great
To let me down
I want some new spark
To come around
To talk until
My lungs collapse
Saying what the fuck
Am I shouting about?
Track Name: Melancholy
I met a girl who was always down, with anything
And I fell in love right away; it was a one-way street

She taught me so many new things
That she’d whisper in my ear
She said don’t put love into words, cuz if you try it might disappear

She said her name was melancholy, I said I’ve see you around
She said that I was just her type, and would I like to hangout?

She knows what I really am
Just spite and bones
A disappointment to everyone I have ever known

She’s Jezebel
That eastern belle, that never sleeps, calming all my troubled dreams, waving from the balcony, with hungry dogs roaming the streets,
She keeps me company, and she keeps me company

She left me once or twice, for a sunny afternoon
She said that she has to go but “I’ll see you soon”

And she’s my only light
And she’s my only spark
And she is only ever on when all else is dark

And she’s happiness
Our great mistress, from love and fear, and there is nothing here to hold, onto once tears begin to flow, and like a child begin to grow
And grow and grow and grow, and grow and grow and grow, and grow and grow and grow and grow.

And we talked about love
Blah blah blah blah blah
Here’s what we spoke about
Chemical reactions
Neurons in passion
Synapses in fractions
Love
Track Name: Lovers On A Bus
I want to cut you deeply
Lovers on a bus

I want to tear your heart out
So the bleeding will never stop
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus

I want you to feel like I feel
When you flaunt your love
I want you to feel my hatred
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus

I want you to know what I know
That love is so fucked up
I want you to beg me for mercy
I want you to beg me to stop
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus

I want you to know what I know
That love is so fucked up
I want you to feel my hatred
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus
Lovers on a bus