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Absinthe & Knives
03:47
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All the absinthe among other things, I am finally sinking
(la na na na na la na na na na) Don’t comment on his hair, he knows what actually means
He’s got very very very very very very very good hearing
(la na na na na la na na na na) That’s when he pulled a knife on me
I think I’m learning the consequences of my incoherence
Talking to another stranger, who are you and how long have I been listening?
(la na na na na la na na na na) Why are there so many knives in this room?
I can’t breathe with all this stainless steel
(la na na la na na) by the way your hair looks stupid
The blackouts and the couches I rested on
Weren’t too good for my spine
A stab wound and a crink in my neck
But I swear that I’m fine
The blackouts and the couches I rested on
Weren’t too good for my spine
A stab wound and a crink in my neck
But I swear that I’m fine
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Liminal
03:36
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Every space I’ve ever been has been liminal
Contemporary and temporary
Why can’t we leave the purgatory?
Why can’t we leave the in between?
The geography: so loose leaf
This map is no longer up to date
Thanks to the fingernail tectonic plates
Every day is a waste
When has anyone don’t anything
Worth the wait, worth the strain
Worth the time and money that it takes
Why can’t we be immortal
Why are the clocks an oligarchy?
Antagony, an enemy
No matter how many videos I watch
No matter how many accomplishments I make
No matter how much time I waste
It never meant a thing
Meant a thing
Meant a thing
Meant a thing
Meant a thing
Meant a thing
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Sherbrooke Station
01:19
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At Sherbrooke station, a lady in her mid 50’s spreads her arms and says to me
Elle m’a dit qu’il y a qu’une maladie, puis elle m’a donné un calin gratuit
La division, la but de nos organization s’est de l’unification
I don’t want to join your hug cult
On Saint Catherines Street, a lady talks about the environment, I don’t live here I don’t give two shits
Walk up the mountain, it’s more like a hill, but still on peut voire toute la ville, oh s’il te plait
He’s playing violin with a dog mask, or maybe it’s I could never tell I’m to afraid to ask
The promoter for a bar 10 dollars 5 shooters, we end up at hooters
The customer service here is amazing
I don’t wanna go home
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Bad Men Are Everywhere
03:32
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If you get up early enough, you can find the elderly doing yoga
In front of the T&T and Walmart, that used to be a Target, that used to be a Zellers
If you get off of the Skytrain, you will be handed out a pamphlet
For the Canadian Communists for North Korean propagandists
If you walk a little further, you will see that he’s harassing her
But her words aren’t much stronger, than his misogynistic armor
Could you please leave me alone
Could you please leave me alone
There’s a grocery store, not too far from here
But you better make your lady parts steer clear
And that smiling face
Or any sign of happiness
Because (Because, Because)
There’s a man, ruining love for the rest of us
There’s a man, ruining love for us
I am sick and tired of being lumped in
With this stereotype of rapists and murders
I am sick and tired
Of the members of my gender
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Love Is So Passé
04:22
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Love is so passé, I’ve got the internet, I’ve got drugs to make me happy
I don’t need nobody to keep me company
There are things I can buy to get me by
Love is so mundane, so pedestrian so expected
This plot is so dry, 2 out of 5
Would not recommend to a friend, not a product I can get behind
Unless you, would like to give me a try
Unless you, would like to give me a try
I wouldn’t mind, if you changed my mind
Love is a gunman, let’s pass the legislation
I’m so tired, of being shot down
Heart disease is the biggest cause of death around
Everybody’s got a special one
And so do you
Everybody’s got a special one
And so do you
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