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It’s not entirely impossible for this to become the album of the year
All it needs is a couple sweet hooks
All I need is someone to cook the books
Sheeeet, who the hell do I think I am?
I’m no Leonard Cohen, John Darnielle, Phil Elverum, or Piddy Witter Youngdee, (I mean) Peter Willie Youngtree
I know what you’re thinking and you’re not wrong
You know I don’t belong
Just because I only pick up my guitar for one month a year
Doesn’t make me a Neko Case, fella from the Beatles who played the bass
Surf-jan Stevens or Piddle Witter Bungbee, I mean Peter Willie Youngtree
Hell, maybe there’s still a chance. All I need is
Someone to produce it
An executive to introduce it
A decent mix and master, then it's done
The greatest album of 2021
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Overtime, short staffed / Gettin' paid time and a half
All that remains / Are overlooked expectations
All that I have are pure and simple complications
Unopposed and uneventful
Well I suppose, I can be resentful
Making fun, sharing a laugh / We’re having a time and a half
Sometimes I lie for fun and sometimes I lie for free
Fire works and water’s on the pogey
Happy in paranoia
Sentenced to a year less a day / I only served time and a half
I’ve done some traveling, on a prison train to Georgia
Somebody told me / All the world's a cage
And all the people are merely prisoners
The last note plays as I pull into the station
Someone’s waving / Waiting for me
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Write Off {All Most}
02:47
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Today is okay / But it’s a bit of a write off
Why don’t you stay, come back to bed and turn the light off
I’m sick / I’m sick of all these rhymes
I’m almost sick of almost crimes
I’m getting sick of these times / That don’t lead anywhere
Today was okay / But it's a bit of a trade off
Left tomorrow in disarray / Another day to take off
Sick of these songs
I got no way to write these wrongs
I’m sick / But I’ll get better
I’ll get better
Crashed my car today, had to write it off
Didn’t know what to say / Didn’t know when to stop
You can ignore my letter / I already told you I’ll get better
I’ll get better
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I’m walking in Phoenix / I'm strolling through Tupelo
I'm wandering / You know I’m wandering
I’m roaming / I’m roving / I’m treading and traipsing through the land
But still I’m wandering
The longest walk in the world
He’s taking me on the longest walk in the world
We’ve been around this block too many times
I’m starting to think we might not have a destination
Homeless dog / I want somewhere to lay my head
I’m a dog without a home / but I guess you don’t have one either
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Undertow {Wreckage}
02:32
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I keep finding pieces of me
Trapped beneath the undertow
I keep finding pieces of it all
I keep thinkin’ it’s never, never
Never, never gonna end
But still I wake up every day beside you
My only friend
I’ve been told there’s no way out of this mess
Someone told me there’s just no way outta here
Everything we had’s gone in a second
Anything good has disappeared
There’s no point going through the wreckage
If you don’t care, well I don’t care
Leave me where I stand / Take me as I am
Here under the undertow
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Privilege {Unfair}
01:26
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The world is unfair
Yeah it’s unfair
But it’s unfair in my favour
I used to live in fear
Cause the world is unfair
Until I got aware
That at least it’s unfair in my favour
The house always wins
But I looked it up on the internet
Turns out / I’m the house
I wish the world wasn’t unfair
But I’m not too naive to admit
It’s unfair in my favour
Is it cause I’m a man?
Is it cause I’m a white man?
Is it cause I’m a white Canadian man?
Yes
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I have killed / some time before
I have been / nothing more
Than a time machine / than a time machine
I don’t know / If what I did was right
But I know / It felt wrong inside
My only way out / Is in a time machine
Why would it be any different this time
It’s not like I'm wondering, wandering down the line
I've died a thousand times before
And I’ll die a thousand more
Before I get out
In my time machine
In my time machine
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The conversations that I’ve having in my head aren’t even close to happening
The conversations that I’m having with my self are a waste of time
I’m livin', but I’m livin' a lie
I am the end / I am the end / I am the end / Of the road
I am the end / I’m at the end / I’m at the end of my rope
I’ve been around for awhile, but I’m not long for this life
I’m alone in my own head / I want out, but I hide instead
I’m livin', but I’m livin' a lie
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Some people slide into addiction
Some people lose their inhibitions
Some follow through on a long shot ambition
But here I stand / Exactly as I am
Some people are happy
Some people are a little more honest
Some people have kids / Some live off the grid
But here I stand / Exactly where I am
I’m a happy medium
Live a life of tedium
I spend my evening stevening
Being the mean and median
I wish I was, but I’m no different than I was
I’m exactly / exactly as I am
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Who keeps taking my oven mitts away from me
I’m in the middle of baking
Try'na make some cookies to have with my tea
Where are the paper towels
The cutlery is missing from the drawer
I might be living in a sentient kitchen
Who keeps turning the stove on when I’m not home
Something’s making me feel like I’m not so alone
But it’s a little scary
To think a robot's is hiding my strawberries
I guess I’ll (need to) appease my sentient kitchen
By being its friend
Me and my robot kitchen till the end
We’re best friends
Just me, me and my sentient kitchen
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Mitch Fillion made a short film about Paul is Dead
I’ll never find it again
I listened to the Department of Foreign Affairs / For years and years
I’ll never find them again
I'm lost / I’ll never find me again
There was one thing about a dolphin that I’m not gonna say here
But I'm never gonna find it again
I look and look and look and look and look and look
But I'm never gonna find it again
I'm never gonna find me again
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The flood of blow goes up her nose
The flow of blood comes down
The mirror shows her glamour I suppose
It’s too much for this town
I know you’re cold, but it don’t look right
I know your style can get a lot better.
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta give up on the
Sweater on sweater.
You’re not a dominatrix
You don’t ride a bike ever
Why you still tryin' to pull off
The leather on leather
Plaid on plaid / Looks bad bad bad
Linen on linen / Who are you kiddin'
There’s only one way to go
denim on denim on denim
The Canadian tuxedo
It’s the way to go
The only way to go)
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I wanna be an American boy
Sittin' on the back porch
On the 4th of July
I wish I was an American boy
Settin’ off fireworks
Havin’ a helluva time
Living / I wanna live in the American dream
I wanna feel those American joys
Drive a big friggin' truck
Eat some apple pie
I wanna make that American noise
Football cheers, cheersin’ beers, be a real cool guy
Living / I wanna live in the American dream
I don’t wanna make these American toys
My hands are weak
I’m gonna cry
My foreman’s an arsehole, his lies to Hasbro are ploys
I wanna rip out his heart / I’m not gonna lie
I wish I had a mohair sweater
I wish I had some mo' hair on my head
I wish I had Moe here, to pour me up a couple beer
But I’ll just play the spoons instead
I wanna be an American boy / on the 4th, on the 4th of July
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I see a monkey eating fish / I see a monkey telling you to give me a kiss
Because he likes me / the little monkey does
I see a monkey telling you to come back
I see a monkey telling you you got a nice rack
the little monkey does / the little monkey loves you
the little monkey does / love seeing you like that
Like that is happy
You strange little monkey
You're a strange little monkey
You don’t leave enough time, for hangin upside down
You strange little monkey
You strange little monkey
I see a monkey in a tree
I don't think that he can see me
He's too busy looking at you
Cause he loves you / The little monkey does
We’ve been through this / The little monkey loves you
The little monkey feels so good today / He finally went out with his friends to play
The little monkey did / 'Cause he was free
the little monkey does / know where he wants to be / and it's with you
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Kanga {Ham Pocket}
01:59
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I was hanging out in the street
Looking for anyone to meet
All I really wanted was to talk to someone
Someone turned out to be you
What I said
Who really knew
I just had to say something
So you wouldn’t leave
Oh Champs Elysées / Oh Champs Elysées
When the sun is out or in the rain
In the afternoon, you can drink champagne
There’s anything you’d ever want
On Champs Elysées
I thought that you looked cool
You took me out with some fools
Who live to play their music, all through the days
So I joined you, and so we went
We sang and drank, and drank and danced
We never even thought to stop and make out
Oh Champs Elysées, Oh Champs Elysées
When the sun is out or in the gloom
In the morning or, when you can see the moon
There’s everything you’d ever want on Champs Elysées
Last night, two strangers, now on the street
Our hands touch, our eyes meet
Two new lovers dizzy from the long night
From the Arc de Triomphe, during the Tour de France
An orchestra plays with their thousand hands
All the birds in the sky, sing for love
Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées
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It’s not about the bacon, it’s not about the eggs
It’s about getting drunk in the morning with your friends
It’s not about the hashbrowns / Or even the mimzis
It’s about talking turkey / Just talkin talkin’ talkin talkin’ turkey
Another sunny day, we gotta seize her / Appetizer waffle, just a little teaser
Put some avocado on my toast / I don’t need to own a house living on this coast
Brunch, Brunch (Brunch) Brunch Brunch Brunch, Brunch, Brunch (Brunch) Brunch Brunch Brunch Brunch Brunch
Bullshittin’, over tippin’, the hangover’s cripplin’ / But it’s better than not havin’ one at all
Brunch, Brunch (Brunch) Brunch Brunch Brunch, Brunch, Brunch (Brunch) Brunch Brunch Brunch Brunch
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We shared another bottle
We lost track of the time
I made you laugh / You made me smile
I thought I’d make you mine
I kept my feet close to the ground
And kept my own hands clean
For you I changed my whole damn life, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
I knew that you were trouble
It just couldn’t end well
And when the blade drops on the morrow
I'll learn if I’m meant for heaven or hell
I found myself knockin’ on a friendly door
you were kind enough to give me some gin
As the axe fell, before my head rolled
I heard myself shouting Kelly O'Quinn
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You put your food into a bowl
I put mine into a basket
So you can rhyme with Joel
And I can rhyme with Plaskett
They don’t all have to be terrific
To make me prolific
I make our booze in a still
And you put it in a container
Just so I can drink with Bill
And you can drink with Hader
They don’t even have to be good
If no one likes it, you can say you’re misunderstood
Taste is relative
We leave it up to the consumer
It’s what makes me an executive
What makes me a producer?
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Executive Producer St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
The side projections of a kalopsia sufferer.
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