Comedy [official video] - directed by Kyle Cunjak / cinematography by F. Chris Giles
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Coat of Arms
03:52
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When drawing a coat of arms
What do you include
The face of a nation
The nation is you
There’s beauty in the grey
There’s beauty in questions
We don't have to give it all away
There’s beauty in the tension
We’ll never own love
We can only borrow
When drawing a coat of arms
What do you include
A valuable artifact
A generational mood
There’s beauty in the unknown
There’s unknown in the dark
There’s dark in the room we’re in
Because we haven't made a spark
Where there used to be fire
A history of phonographs
Playing anything inspired
By the heart and the belly laughs
We’ll never own love
We can only borrow
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Glory of Love
03:12
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Five minute red light on the way up a mountain
There’s twenty degrees of cold coast to desert
Power ballads on the radio - The Glory of Love
When the days span out in front of you and you can see for miles above
And you’re passing perfect horses
The glory of love
Buffalo migration on the way down the road
The sky has just begun to open up south
There are things I’ve never seen here, there’s greens and there are blues
Primary colours with secondary hues
Now they’re etched into my memory
The glory of love
My home, my home, I left you all alone
But people still roam through your woods
They are fickle and they are famous, despite what they have done
They are distant and they’re jaded, like the prodigal son
It’s been 11 months now, and something that I’ve learned
Is that anything with beauty begs for a return
But my car is in the junkyard
The glory of love
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Thanks a Lot
04:41
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They come, they go, they never think to let me know
They take my breath they punch me when I'm at my best
and I'll just leave this place, this time
in some old lost dream and blind
Well thanks a lot
the bloody knot
it won't come loose
It won't come out
The reigns, the horse, separate without remorse
The ride, the jaunt, veers off and starts to haunt
And i'll just stop and hope to land
back on my own feet and stand
Well thanks a lot
The bloody knot
it won't come loose
It won't come out
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When talking out loud
Please watch your mouth
Crack them all up but don't break the yolk
Because egos get bruised
From words that you use
So spit them all out and try not to choke
The voice in your head
Defends what's been said
Till the overly sensitive get over the joke
You went for the kill
High from the thrill
knowing they will
Get over themselves or get over the joke
Get over yourself or get over the joke
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The Middle
04:03
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Will you meet me in the middle
Or is that asking cards to fold
Am I bruising your toes
Am I stealing all your gold
God of grace, he never touched you
He never bought anything you sold
Hold close everything that’s dear to you
That’s what I’m told now by those getting old
I never waged a war I didn’t know I’d win
Though I didn’t know that at the start
It’s not the brain that rules supreme right now
We’re going to leave that distinction to the heart
Did I paint you in a corner
Did I break all your balloons
A bull inside a china shop
That’s what I make of you
A little rough around the edges
But it’s buried in disguise
Dragging bodies from the trenches
But it’s done with champagne eyes
I never waged a war I didn’t know I’d win
Though I didn’t know that at the start
It’s not the brain that rules supreme right now
We’re going to leave that distinction to the heart
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Careful
05:45
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A stutter in my chest has put me to the test
I should find the time for a little piece of mind
These chemicals around might put me in the ground
Leaving you behind haunts me deep inside
When I leap through the door
Won't you see they're cared for
As quickly as he can, the boy becomes a man
I'm wondering if she will have memories of me
Stubborn and inert while headed for the dirt
The thought of you behind kills me every time
When I leap through the door
Won't you see they're cared for
As I leap through the door
Why wasn't I careful
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In With The Camera
02:46
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Lost In The Party
03:35
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We're lost in the party but the party is lost
There's nothing to celebrate there's no cause
The candles are out but the smoke remains
There's icing smeared on the window panes
The game is all done but all the pieces stay
The deck is all scattered and the cards are afraid
The whistle gets blown just to hear the sound
but it's not as abrupt when you're horsing around
It's time to leave, it's time to go
On occasion should be occasional
Let's take a step back let's take it slow
Waking up feels much better when you're not passed out
So let's give up or get taken down
We're lost in the party but the party is lost
There's nothing to celebrate there no cause
It's time to get out it's time we leave
Because it's time we have and it's time we need
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9. |
Look At Her Now
03:26
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There will come a time when I will stop brooding
Settle down for good
Because I have found you and we are devoted
That’s my word to you
Look at her now
Look at her breathing
Look at her now
When I woke up I wasn’t dreaming
Defeated, broken, and alone
Then I thought of you
That got me through it
Showed me what to do
Look at her now
Look at her reading
Look at her now
Look at her seeing
Look at her now
Look at her teaching
Look at her now
Look at her succeeding
Look at her now
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Choral voices sing
I must be dreaming this is impossible awake
Shake me until I’m in the game, and then I’m yours to take
No further obstacle to move or navigate, I am yours
Touch me talk to me don’t look me in the eye and tell me
Im swollen symmetry painting outside the lines
I will pick a flower but if it decides to die then it dies
What makes a flower die? It’s damage at the root
It could be dry and dusty like a carpenters boot
It could be under saturation, or a rambling mute, it could be more
It could be speed, adrenaline, an impossible pace
It could be a cold hearted war of words leaving no marks on your face
It could be punch drunk in the morning before the sun even takes it’s place
It could be more
It could be a transitional infidel that bends the ties that bind
It could be a blurry reflection, or a multi faced disguise
It could be roll with the punches, and swallow the surprise
It could be more
It could be a salt water water sting
Or the look that’s on your face when you get down and dirty
And the clock dictates the pace
You get rabid like a dog that’s losing a one dog race
It could be more
It could be a tin can telephone without the string
It could be shooting the messenger with a silencer on
To keep the swan song that we sing from the choir
Choral Voices Sing...
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Forward Music Group Halifax, Nova Scotia
Artist Management & Record Label.
est. 2007
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