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Companions on the Carpet
03:44
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At my throat like a leech headed daughter
The words rang clear but meaning far from sound
On the top of a horizon tower
Sulking sits the mother of the sun
Overdose of worldly pleasure
Comatose in the realm of question
Hands and knees, companions on the carpet
Rug burnt elbows curl into a ball
Lift me up over shower curtains
It's important to know where dirt comes from
Burn me with cinders and decisions
With precision and with malicious thoughts
Spite becomes a mode of transportation
To erase them would prove to be a loss
Honesty loses it's complexion
Not to mention what it has become
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Wretched beast from the ocean floor
Followed me home today
We're going to tame him
I fell in love with his pulsating face
The slime was everywhere
His wretched body was flopping on the kitchen floor
Somebody fill up the bathtub, it doesn't look healthy
We'll put some salt in there with him
Turn on that shower
Let's get some water flowing at him soon
I don't think he feels good
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3. |
Waiting can be Fun
03:40
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Egg shells are memories after you crack them
You can wash your hands clean
A bag of sawdust is hanging from the ceiling
I take a swing with a hockey stick
It starts a spinning and the sawdust comes pouring out
A pile of dust shaped like a circle manifests itself
Hey good lookin' now we're cookin'
I'll do the eggs and you can do the bacon
My head needs kneading and my heart needs feeding
The only time I feel right is when I'm eating
You'd never guess the thinness of an eggshell
Judging by it's color and it's shape
Relative to the thickness of a memory
And relative to the way they both break
Let's take our clothes off and dance in our skin
Then take our clothes off and dance in our bones
Then take our bones off and dance in our souls
The take our souls off and cook a meal
One swift swing from a hockey stick
Should do the trick, should do the trick
You do me and I'll do you
And we can make breakfast for
And let the sawdust spill on the floor
And knead our heads and feed our hearts
And do a bean dance
On the broken eggshells of our past lives
As the cabbage prince and you my lady
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Killing Pets
03:38
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I finally got that cat out of the bag
And he scratched my on my face
So I grabbed him by the hind legs
And I threw him into the lake
Forty million years of evolution
And you still don't know how to swim
How was I supposed to know
That she would sink like a stone
Watched her little head slip out of site
Oh, call me curiosity
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5. |
Little Silver Dollar
02:27
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Little silver dollar
Spent on a whim
Thrown around without considering oh what they're worth
Spit spent on booze
Dissolving the magnitude
Of what slips past your lips
The more you drink, the more you puke
So down a few
We'll get together
Sing a couple of tunes
And talk about a better day
Then get down to our hands and knees
And charf and hurl the night away
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Spindles
03:57
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Grey matter split into black and white spindles
Don't matter as much when the tin roof is leaking
And all of the pots and pans fill up with water
And dust holes form quickly caused by the acid rain
The copper statue is jealous as ever
It's name and date of death have almost eroded
He'll soon be forgotten, completely erased
By uninterested teenagers to busy staring
At glowing computers and MP3 players
While slipping oh parallel into their comas
Squinting like newborns through mascara glasses
Still covered, in utero, juices, umbilical
Mom and dad can't wait for babies to misbehave
So they can test out a new form of punishment
Physical violence was rendered illegal
To make room for new psychological treatments
Mainly commercials and telephone salesmen
And mailbox sweepstakes and elevator music
Confusing the senses with specific colors
To trigger emotions and subconscious hauntings
The holes in the roof have become more substantial now
Letting in all kinds of precipitation
To blow a big budget on cheap entertainment
Should seem controversial but somehow makes perfect sense
How happy endings became height of fashion
Reflects in reverse all the dissatisfaction
With trying to patch up the holes with a bank card
While statues erode and pots and pans overflow
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Congratulations
The impact of your actions is quite tremendous
Oh time is waistin'
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8. |
Leeches of Creatures
02:40
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Plans for an ocean side picnic were made
Sandwiches packed in an old grocery bag
Winter winds no match for young motivation
as footsteps fill slowly with snow
The seagulls are girth-full like overweight house cats
But lack the calm presence and act more like criminals
Hovering halo, a flock of a thousand
White starving angels on strike
Underbelly of the animal kingdom
Being kings and queens of a humanists dream
The picnickers they spread their wealth to unhealthy paupers
In hope for votes and a good night's sleep
But blood money only makes leeches of creatures
Scavenging scoundrels and overweight seagulls
Forgotten the struggle of life in the wilderness
Packed up and moved into town
We live in a time where parasites flourish
And viruses thrive on the dying alive
While majestic species like walrus and wombat
Are slowly covered in snow
And as for the picnic, good times were had by all
Despite underlying themes of despair
But the ocean breeze in winter can be quite convincing
Enough to send most of us home
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I Saw you in the Pagoda
04:07
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It didn't really matter what you meant to say
It only mattered how you meant to say it
It didn't really bother me when you meant to say it
It didn't really matter, all that matters is what you said
So when your playing it back in your head
Over and over again
Eight o'clock this morning
Watched you step out of the pagoda
I could see through your big hat
Right into your head
I can hear you upstairs
Your creaky floor is my ceiling
Your feet shuffle back and forth
Giving me a headache
It doesn't really matter what you meant to say
So long as you said it the way you meant to say it
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10. |
Dust Keeps a Record
05:07
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I keep it in the shed with all my father's tools
The dust keeps a record of the time passed by
Oh and it waits for me
The last time I took it's glistening black body into the darkness
It felt like the world was a book that I've been meaning to read
Oh and it waits for me
My patience weren't forged in a foreign country
They were forged in a foundry founded on frosted cereal
So therefore while it sits there like a statuette
I'm bouncing off the walls like a tennis ball in prison
When I get my hands on your bars to handle
I'll peel back that throttle, mandarin orange style
With one single motion, in one piece we'll take of travelling
At a breakneck speed into the darkness
Like we used to do
But until then I'll have to pretend that you're siting in my driveway
Which is also pretend
And there you will wait for me
Wait 'till I decide to go for a ride, all pretend like
Everyone will see
That you waited for me
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Here we go
02:39
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Well here we go
The day felt hard like candle wax until I lit that wick
I filled my rubber boots up with gravel
We're killing time the chorus sang
As I sunk into my chair
Well I don't smoke but if I did I'd surely light one up
Puff a perfect ring and yell out here we go
Well the seat belts in this rocket ship are chaffing me to hell
Fashion me a leisure suit out of paper mâché
Powder blue the chorus sang
To a football crowd
Skip the ceremony, I nominate my self
I'll sum the speech up, here we go
He left without a sound, he left without his lunch
I hate that guy the chorus rang
And I agree
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12. |
Carnival Trousers
00:47
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13. |
Vertical Circus
00:17
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14. |
The Worms Don't Care
03:53
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Worms don't care
How important you thought you were
When you're dead
It's all just food to them
You spent your whole damn life
Trying to be remembered
I doubt if it makes a difference know
With a head full of worms
I've weighed the pros and cons
And came to a nice conclusion
I don't give a shit who remembers me
Oh what a feast I will deliver
To all those rodents and all those critters
Come and get it boys
Dinner's on me tonight
Try and forget
All that nonsense in your head
Won't mean much when your dead
So try instead
To taste real good for your buggy friends
So if you spend your whole life
Trying to be remembered
Chances are you'll be remembered
But it won't matter cause you'll be dead
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Stacy Lloyd Brown Edmonton, Alberta
Stacy Lloyd Brown is a Canadian singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist born and raised under the northern lights in Grande Prairie Alberta. With one foot rooted in the memory of AM country radio and the other foot flying off into a science fiction fever dream, Stacy’s music stumbles along an imaginary line between tradition and the wild unknown. ... more
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