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Same old streetlight makes a spark
The party’s over so let’s go to New Orleans
Your subtle bruises left their mark
Now I want freedom
But I’m not sure what it means
Hasn’t rained since Tuesday
When all the people lined the streets to shout
“Hurry!”
It’s too late
But I have never felt this much alive
So come on come on you know…
You could’ve been my Johnny Marr
We could have pushed past the crowds at twenty three
But you took everything too far
It was you and you and you
And nothing in between
Hasn’t rained since Tuesday
When all the people lined the streets to shout
“Hurry!”
It’s too late
But I have never felt this much alive
So come on come on you know…
I’m symptom free
(A first for me)
I met you in a dirty dream
And loved you a mile past far
I’m saving myself
For a female version of a wounded me
(The closest thing to scars)
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
You stayed!
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Looks and Books
06:08
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Courting you I’d court disaster after disaster.
I couldn’t justify sleep
or introductions to new arrivals (your newest rivals)
They stood outside your unlocked bedroom window keeping you asleep.
And you prayed for widowhood instead of this.
We’re both wishing I could leave without sound.
So if you’re waiting for my reaction,
I’m too collected to ever justify three months of silence
But I can promise I’ll send you postcards to keep a tiny spark alive in your mind.
“I’m wishing you were here,” I’ll write above the sundrenched scenery,
“But take a look around, this once was ours”
Collecting silence on the phone
And soon it’s twelve years on
But no one ended up alone so uncross your arms
It’s twelve years on
It’s getting warmer with every mile west to Victoria
It’s the longest sunset I’ve seen
I just can’t fathom how you can read this and still see fiction
When you know that I hate subtext, or vacant musings, or aimless colloquy
It’s all italics or blank pages with me
Now take a look around, which one was us?
Collecting silence on the phone
And soon it’s twelve years on
But no one ended up alone so uncross your arms
All the looks you wasted on books we could’ve based this on.
Spines would crack in halls, offices, and tourist motels.
Attract the curious with titles rife with so much scandal, sin and sorrow…
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Virginia Black
04:00
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Christened Virginia Black by those who hate her back,
Cause for a heart attack – or at least arrhythmia
Well when she woke up, fingers round her coffee cup,
The caffeine still washes up any trace of the day.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why spend the afternoons awake?
When every suburban truth, you’ve wandered from,
And you forgot the words to say.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why even look around?
You know this picture perfect town holds nothing for you,
You’ll just forget the words to say.
Less than an hour away from her first perfect day,
She had the nerve to say “Well, at least nothing has gone wrong!”
Oh, what folly is this? It’s not the tenderest kiss,
It’s not the blue eyed abyss that you have been searching for.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why spend the afternoons awake?
When every suburban truth, you’ve wandered from,
And you forgot the words to say.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why even look around?
You know this picture perfect town holds nothing for you,
You’ll just forget the words to say.
Well it’s not too late for lighting up that cigarette
Vienna’s shores have never met a girl quite just like you
I’ve never heard a lullaby that kept me so awake at night
So keep up this charade and no one dies
Take me to your bed, all satin sheets and bloody red
Let’s fall in love instead (let’s fall in love instead)
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why spend the afternoons awake?
When every suburban truth, you’ve wandered from,
And you forgot the words to say.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why even look around?
You know this picture perfect town holds nothing for you,
You’ll just forget the words to say.
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Stained With Blue
05:26
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Twenty one,
We live above a café in South Keys.
We ride the only bus to Lakeside after dark,
Where we find a perfect silhouette to pass the time,
This time it’s Saint Andrew’s Chapel’s cross.
Stained with blue,
Oh, you could paint a picture for museums to view,
They’d envy every moment that lead this to you,
This to you, baby…
Twenty two,
I never thought that romance ran this deep,
And you could not believe I could be so naïve,
Could you?
I’ve never spent a weekend from your side (it’s true).
I’m sorry for your loss.
Stained with blue,
Oh, you could paint a picture for museums to view,
They’d envy every moment that lead this to you,
This to you, baby…
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Syllables
05:52
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Tuesdays resuscitate,
I’ve known you in far too many ways,
We’re above the ocean, two lovers in an empty plane.
Here’s wisdom for wisdom’s sake:
“Don’t throw away what you can’t replace”
But you stole the notion from anyone who ever said,
“When did the rules change for us?”
Context means everything tonite,
When did the rules change for us?
Sunday, when you awake,
You’ll notice a change in my embrace,
A lack of emotion in the syllables the form your name.
And all those who imitate our past live by leaving out mistakes,
Never longed to be fun and fancy-free yet safe.
When did the rules change for us?
Context means everything tonite,
When did the rules change for us?
So go! Tell everyone you know how I was just a soldier
Who crossed your mind just once yet broke your heart
And tonite the saddest words I write are the sweetest ones you told me
How love’s so short but forgetting takes all night.
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Knock Knock Ginger Kitchener, Ontario
Knock Knock Ginger rocked around the KW area and parts beyond from 2004 to 2012.
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