1. |
Throwing Stones
05:22
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Why is it so hard meeting people in the city
When people—man, they're everywhere
And surely not all of them hate you—
Or that’s what you’d think!
But they’ve all got eyes drawings lines on the sidewalk
Hands hanging down by their thighs
As they stride right on by you
Without saying hi, yeah, without even trying
Well there’s no way to go it alone
So I might as well start throwing stones
Just to make them look up from their phones
Yeah, to make them look at me
Just look, just look, just look at me
AGH!
Why is it so hard meeting people in the city
When people—man, they're everywhere
Yeah, there's people in the rivers
There's people in the skies
But you could stand right in the middle of traffic
With your eyes closed and your arms open wide
And they’d all glide on by you
Like you was an island and they was the tide
Well there’s no way to go it alone
So I might as well start throwing stones
Just to make them look up from their phones
Yeah, to make them look at me
Just look, just look, just look at me
I guess the hard part is finding one person in the city
One person out of one hundred and thirty thousand or more
One person who’s looking for one person too
Sit em all down for a series of interviews
Where do you see yourself in sixty years
Do you see yourself helping me out of the bath
Well there’s no way to go it alone
So I might as well start throwing stones
Just to make them look up from their phones
Yeah, to make them look at me
Just look, just look, just look at me
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2. |
Bodies
05:12
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The boys found a body
Ten teeth and a tail
All oozing and red
All tender and pale
Flooded with maggots
Crawling with flies
And there were holes in her heart
And there were holes in her eyes
It feels really weird
When you’re watching something die
And you can’t look away
But the kids they start to cry
So we left her behind
It was buzzing and bright
And back in the cabins
Our heads all bowed
There was plenty to say
But we didn’t make a sound
Yeah, back in the cabins
Our eyes cast down
There was plenty to say
But we didn’t, no, we didn’t make a sound
Down on the docks
Drunk for the first time
We’re sick of the old folks
And we’re sick of the straight lines
So we’re going in deeper
We’re getting out of the zoo
Oh brave new world!
2002!
It feels like we’ve been sleeping
With our eyes open wide
I wanna kiss your cheek
And I wanna hear you sigh
What you can’t say with words
You can say with your thighs
And back in the cabins
Our heads all bowed
There was plenty to say
But we didn’t make a sound
Yeah, back in the cabins
Our eyes cast down
There was plenty to say
But we didn’t make a sound
There’s a mosquito on your cheek
And I could bite it in my teeth
And taste the blood
On my tongue
It’s not easy being young
We’re sleeping with our eyes open wide
Come with me, baby
You’re the only one who gets me
I’ll show you the bodies
I’ll touch you if you let me
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3. |
Nothing in My Pocket
03:54
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When my friends ask if I
Want to go in on a pizza pie
I have to say no
Woah
As much I love a pizza pie
I don’t have the dough
Woah
But if you drop a slice
I could eat it off the floor
Because there’s nothing in my pocket
There’s nothing in the bank
I don’t know how I got this far
On a mostly empty tank
There’s nothing in my pocket
There's nothing underneath my mattress neither
Yeah, there’s nothing in my pocket
And there’s nothing in the bank
When my friends ask if I
Want to go see Radiohead live
They’re going to retire
This might be the last time
I cry and I cry
Cuz I can’t, no, I can’t spare a dime
And I’m going to die
Without seeing Radiohead live
But I could tag along
And I could listen to the parking lot
Because there’s nothing in my pocket
There’s nothing in the bank
I don’t know how I got this far
On a mostly empty tank
There’s nothing in my pocket
There’s nothing underneath my mattress neither
There’s nothing in my pocket
And there's nothing in the bank
There's nothing in my pocket
I can’t do Cineplex, but we
Oh, we could watch
Oh, we could watch
Something at home
I’m going to go sell this guitar
Right after the show
And that wasn’t a joke
This guitar could be yours
Talk to me after I’m done
I’ll be standing by the door
There’s nothing in my pocket
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4. |
40 Below
06:04
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How long is the line for the alley tonight?
I’ve got seventeen papers I don’t wanna write
I wanna get blasted and fly like a kite
How long is the line for the Alley tonight?
It’s forty below
Perfect weather for pencil skirts and polos
Forty below
Six inch heels
Seven inches of snow
I've been lying to myself
I've been lying my whole life
Yeah, it feels like I've been sleeping with my eyes open wide
Let liquor unearthly loose each earthly bind
I swear I see angels when I look in your eyes
I heard heaven's a club where there ain't no damn line and it's
Forty below
Perfect weather for pencil skirts and polos
Forty below
Six inch heels
Seven inches of snow
We're closer than we've ever been
This my favourite medicine
Something beautiful begins
When you open up and you let me in
While we're showing skin
It's forty below
Perfect weather for pencil skirts and polos
Forty below
Six inch heels
Seven inches of snow
We're closer than we've ever been
This my favourite medicine
Something beautiful begins
When you open up and you let me in
While we're closer than we've ever been
This my favourite medicine
Something beautiful begins
When you open up
I wanna fly like a kite
A kite on a line
In the hands of a child
In a perfect blue sky
I wanna fly like a kite
In a perfect blue sky
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5. |
The Answer
03:24
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I tried pleasure
And I tried pain
I stood in the sunshine
I stood in the rain
And I got burnt
And I got wet
But the answer hasn’t come to me yet
So I went to the Muslims
And I went to the Jews
I searched in the pulpit
I searched in the pews
I prayed to the Buddha
And I prayed to Baphomet
But the answer hasn’t come to me yet
No, the answer hasn't come to me yet
So I moved to the country
Sold all my possessions
And I lived off the land
But I kind of missed the concrete
And I kind of missed the man
Maybe this is all a set-up for a really long joke
And someone’s having a laugh
And maybe you only hear the punchline
As you gasp your last gasp
And maybe the punchline
Is that there’s nothing to get
Well, the answer hasn’t come to me yet
The answer hasn’t come to me yet
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Drunk at the Library Guelph, Ontario
Will
Murphy
Laura
Sarah
Trev
2018-2020
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