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Strange Stuff
03:24
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I left the bedroom window open
I lay there in the cold just hoping you'd
Find your way back through
I'll prosper in your sphere if you let me
Get lost amongst the fear that sets me off
Come and set me off
She got the strange stuff, she knows
I got it so bad, take me under
Help this washed up soul find its way back
I got it so bad, come take me under
Help this washed up soul, help this washed up soul find its way back
I took the leather off your notebook
I let the record show just what you said
Just what you said
We followed close keeping things clandestine
We shared your favourite Monday moonshine, ohhh
And we fell down hard
She's got the strange stuff, she knows
I got it so bad, take me under
Help this washed up soul find its way back
I got it so bad, come take me under
Help this washed up soul, help this washed up soul find its way back
She's got the strange stuff, she knows
I got it so bad, take me under
Help this washed up soul find its way back
I got it so bad, come take me under
Help this washed up soul, help this washed up soul,
Help this washed up soul find its way back
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Dollarama Prima Donna
02:39
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Went From The Courts to My Happy Place,
You Could See The Night Dripping From My Face
She Puts The Clout In My Twist And Shout,
A Cosmic Freebird, Who’s Not Allowed Out
Darla’s Got Her Favourite Dress On,
She’s All About Misplaced Aggression
I Can See Her Dancing On The Hill,
Just Another Lost Cause Screaming At The World
Dollarama Pre Madonna (X2)
Liquid Courage, Undercover Eyes,
It's a Tuesday Drama, With Nowhere To Hide
If You’re Out of Style, You Better Be Cheap,
If You’re Near-Expired, You Better Be Free
Darla’s Taken Her Favourite Dress Off,
Looks Like She’s About To Take Off
Still See Her Dancing On The Hill,
Just Another Lost Cause Screaming at the World
Dollarama Pre Madonna (X4)
She’s Teeth-Grindingly Easy,
On These Hazy Eyes
She’s Just That Kind of Being,
She'll Fucking Steal Your Bike
Dollarama Pre Madonna
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3. |
Neon Ballroom
03:16
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I'm the son of a devil and an angel too
I just miss that deep end that you took me through
Break the latch, unstick me like you always do
Sunday fundays, and missing Mondays
Maybe I (never knew you), left you behind (couldn't find you)
Maybe I (never knew you)
Shoulda tried, shoulda tried to find you
At the neon,
At the neon,
At the neon ballroom I lost you
Could you hear me screaming through the wall behind you?
At the neon ballroom I lost you
Hang your heart up, then you let them tear it down
I've been dreaming, dreaming of a hole in the ground
Use the way you're raised to save you getting too loud
I don't care I'm crawling with you right back
Maybe I (never knew you), left you behind (couldn't find you)
Maybe I (never knew you)
Shoulda tried, shoulda tried to find you
At the neon,
At the neon,
At the neon ballroom I lost you
Could you hear me screaming through the wall behind you?
At the neon ballroom I lost you
At the neon,
At the neon,
At the neon ballroom I lost you
Could you hear me screaming through the wall behind you?
At the neon ballroom I lost you
At the neon,
At the neon,
At the neon ballroom I lost you
Could you hear me screaming through the wall behind you?
At the neon ballroom I lost you
At the neon ballroom I lost you
At the neon ballroom I lost you
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Same Old Dance
03:13
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Hanging from the family tree
Loving your own is just a chore
Now they fall in front of me
Now the family's fractured on the floor
I won't be around when you fall back down
And you need somewhere to stand
I won't be moved when your call comes through
And you need my helping hand
'Cos every time you run your lines we're doing the same old dance
I can't
I can't
And now you're breaking back down
With no one screaming out your name
There goes that peace you thought you'd found
There go the white lies as you fade
I won't be around when you fall back down
And you need somewhere to stand
I won't be moved when your call comes through
And you need my helping hand
'Cos every time you run your lines we're doing the same old dance
I can't
I can't
Honesty waits there my friend
Lie to yourself once again
Honesty hates you my friend
Lie to yourself, lie to yourself
I won't be around when you fall back down
And you need somewhere to stand
I won't be moved when your call comes through
And you need my helping hand
'Cos every time you run your lines we're doing the same old dance
I can't
I can't
I can't
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Start a War
02:59
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Plant the flowers high
Let them wilt and die
Let the sirens sound
Draw a circle 'round
All those you've wronged
Hung round too long
Let the windows crash
Let the neighbours amass
Don't just leave my flag
Standing white at half mast
Come on, come on, let's start a war
Come on, come on, let's start a war
It's an indoor war
It's the tears on the floor
It's that tear-tracked sore
Another hole in the door
Fallin' apart
Where did it start?
Drive my shaking hands
Right through no-man's land
Don't just leave your man
With his ring on your hand
Come on, come on, let's start a war
Come on, come on, let's start a war
And it seems to me
It doesn't have to be
Always you versus me
Let the windows crash
Let the neighbours amass
Come on, come on, let's start a war
Come on, come on, let's start a war
Come on, said come on, let's start a war
Come on, come on, let's start a war
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Matriarch
03:09
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If I'd known then, I could have changed your past
If I'd known then, could have dragged you back
Ma, my matriarch
Ma, my matriarch
I feel the clouds
I feel them screeching
We watched you drown
Couldn't stop you bleeding
Did you see my face before your last breath sighed?
You couldn't say what ripped your soul from mine
Ma, my matriarch
Ma, my matriarch
I feel the clouds
I feel them screeching
We watched you drown
Couldn't stop you bleeding
Could have taught me so much more
Before you hit the floor
Could have taught me so much more
Before you hit the floor
Ma, my matriarch
Ma, my matriarch
Ma, my matriarch
Ma, my matriarch
I feel the clouds
I feel them screeching
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7. |
Dog Fight
03:11
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Have you heard the sound
Of the ground as it cracks
From all the tact I lack?
The magnificence
Of your aura strikes
With your dynamite-stick smile
You spark me back to life
Head to head with her halo
Pulls me up when I'm too low
She takes me right
She takes me right
She takes me right
Out of the dog fight
We've been up for days
I never had to ask her
And she's still standing after
Another day-two disaster
Head to head with her halo
Pulls me up when I'm too low
She takes me right
She takes me right
She takes me right
Out of the dog fight
Gimme fury and second chances
Gimme bloodlines and circumstances
I remember your rapid rebuttals
Do you remember I wasn't so subtle?
3am hits I'm still standing at your door
I'm standing at your
She takes me right
She takes me right
She takes me right
Out of the dog fight
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8. |
Bathroom Floor
02:50
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Couldn't see what I wanted to see
Couldn't feel how I wanted to feel
Those screams at dawn, yeah, they leave their mark
But silence scars you in the dark
Ohhh, I've never seen it before
Ohhh, you'll find me broken
On your bathroom floor
She said I'll show you if you take one more
Got up to dance and I hit the floor
There's nothing sacred in this wasted waltz
Nothing sacred in a weekend lost
Ohhh, I've never been here before
Ohhh, you'll find me broken
On your bathroom floor
Ohhh, I've never seen it before
Ohhh, you'll find me broken
On your bathroom floor
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High at Work
02:59
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Head down, mind up, shirt-tail always untucked
Coffee breaks, got the shakes and I'm coming unstuck
Tryna hide from the eyes that have caught me before
Tryna climb down the side of the 40th floor
Find a room, lock the door, set the snoozer for ten
This old lock keeps me safe, lets me kinda pretend
Nothing's easy, nothing works, time slows down 'til it hurts
Only way I can deal
I'm high at work
High at work
I'm high at work
High at work
Death stares from my screen, send a surgeon or priest
So long, so far 'til I get me some peace
Conversations with myself, pickled brain starts to melt
Burning up, coming down, gotta fear for my health
Mirror shows me what I don't, what I don't wanna see
I'm a cacophony of scumbaggery
Nothing's easy, nothing works, time slows down 'til it hurts
Only way I can deal
I'm high at work
High at work
I'm high at work
High at work
I know what scene awaits
When I stumble into that place I hate
Those hands go by like days, the clock's laughing in my face
I know what scene awaits
When I stumble into that place I hate
Those hands go by like days, the clock's laughing in my face
I'm high at work
High at work
I'm high at work
High at work
I'm high at work
High at work
I'm high at work
High at work
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Marigold
02:51
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Let down, messed up, washed up ashore
Found you broke, spilling guts up on the floor
Point to your glass, said "just one more"
Could never stop the urge to pour
Oh, marigold
We've been here once before
Oh, marigold
Swept you right off the floor
Oh, marigold
Oh, marigold
And now you're back for more
You get by on such ill advice
You tell them who to demonize
How long will your fake charm remain?
How long 'til it turns to dark disdain?
I'll board your boat, sail through the night
Style of your violence hits just right
Oh, marigold
We've been here once before
Oh, marigold
Swept you right off the floor
Oh, marigold
Oh, marigold
And now you're back for more
And now you're back for more
And now you're back for
It would heal me
If you'd hear me
Can't promise I'll be more
I've been tryin'
Caught me flyin'
Right through someone else's door
Oh, marigold
Oh, marigold
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11. |
Sans Regret
03:27
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Sing to me like it's the first time
I'll scream right back like the devil you grow
You, you think I lack shame
But I just lack restraint
Mine's a glass of wine for breakfast
Yours, a pill to dull the pain, your pain
Sans regret
Sans sorrow
Nothin' earned
Nothin' borrowed
So I'll be tryin' 'til I'm sore
You'll find my heartbreak on the floor
I found a crack through which to fall
Crossed every bridge and burned them all
Smash the point of no return
Call before you crash
Talking dirty counts as good clean fun
Break the bottles
Raise a glass, your glass
Sans regret
Sans sorrow
Nothin' earned
Nothin' borrowed
So I'll be tryin' 'til I'm sore
You'll find my heartbreak on the floor
I found a crack through which to fall
Crossed every bridge and burned them all
So I'll be tryin' 'til I'm sore
You'll find my heartbreak on the floor
I found a crack through which to fall
Crossed every bridge and burned them all
Burned them all
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12. |
Top Down
03:07
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From the top down
Blue blood
Banging on my door
Between the boots and the shovels, they'll keep you poor
From the top down
Don't you dare ask for more
They'll take what they want, then you'll get yours
From the top down
We all know what you've done
You're paying fake-praying princes to take down your young
From the top down
Storm the grounds where they breed
With a baying mob rampant, we'll take what we need
What are we paying for?
Why don't we try for more?
What's underneath the floor?
The honey never flows
Top down
From the top down
From the top down
From the top down
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Free the Cynics Calgary, Alberta
Free the Cynics defy the tired hat of rock ‘n’ roll and deliver something new and refreshing...Truly, this is an excellent
release.' - Beatroute
'Their superlative new six-song release only seals the deal, a hard and heavy petting session that knows when to be rough and dirty, when to scratch and bite, and when to take it slow and steamy.' - Calgary Herald
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