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Loot Superstore
02:55
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lyrics:
step out side to light a cigarette
it goes out
it goes out
long walks home in these cold winter months
it won't be warm now
when you get home now
forty flights of stairs to this cold rooftop
the city's horizon?
there is no horizon
love this concrete that breaks your knees
it does it in the slowest most beautiful way
forty flights of stairs to my cold room
these posters on the walls?
they have no authors
love these drugs that burn your lungs
they do it in the slowest most beautiful way
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ambulance sirens, the dartmouth general
there is no skin left on your knee
you can't move your arm, blood runs into your eyes
you're fading out of consciousness
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Potemkin City Limits
04:24
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Sparticus at the Rubicon
05:23
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lyrics:
the river seems to flow the way it always has
but age has turned the water grey
over the years so many fears and gears have passed this way
and now the soap-scum and rust look like blood upon the waves
where fish still wriggle when they're hooked
but smell like plastic when they're cooked
and so few these days although the waters teemed when ships arrived
and dead woods all along the sides
chorus:
There will be no compromise this time
we're breaking every window, crossing every line
may the world be won or lost at the cast of a thousand dice
at the cast of a thousand dice...
at the turning of the wind
we went westward and moved inland
set out one day to see what we would find
as the bastards grew in ranks
soon there were factories along the banks
and dead woods all along the sides
and in the night the fog catches the lights
they never go out, they never go out
our city a room in 1984
and in the night the fog catches the lights
they never go out, they never go out
a city on fire would give us a clearer sky
and dead woods all along the sides...
and i've noticed that the screams of those you're murdering
seem to fade behind the endless empty murmuring
so no we won't entreat you try to beat you at your own games
because even if we win we'll end up tame and much the same
we must walk into the wind
learn to be and to begin
we must gather up the dead wood to keep us warm
we must take files to their bars
we must put fire to their cars!
we must gather up our hearts into a storm...
chorus again
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Harbour in the Hair
04:26
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lyrics:
i wanna know the ocean, salt to stain my arms white
i wanna know the waves again, drown me in their might
but all i have is the harbour, raw sewage and fish guts
cargo ships bleed it redder, colour it with their rust
i wanna know the ocean, salt to stain my arms white
i wanna know the waves again, drown me in their might
but all i have is the harbour, raw sewage and fish guts
cargo ships bleed it redder, colour it with their rust
the only desert i have known is the asphalt of highways
the only desert i have known is the gravel of train tracks
the only desert i have known is fluorescent lighting
the only desert i have known is a dead flower in a letter
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Bramble Halifax, Nova Scotia
Bramble is a three piece of fucked up queer punks singing and screaming about existential sentiment and the apocarev. Probably defunct? Members of Bramble are also in:
bitterfucked.bandcamp.com
snailparty.bandcamp.com
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