1. |
Westminster Quarters
00:50
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2. |
Midnight
04:49
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00:00 - Midnight
We’ve got beer, we’ve got weed, we’ve got coke, we’ve got speed,
Just let yourselves in.
There’s a keg in the kitchen, a pool out back,
The upstairs is off limits; but the rest you can wreck!
Make out with vapid bitches and plastic cocks,
We’ll give your sex shaken or on the rocks.
Get rid of your brain cells; you might still survive,
The more that they die the more you’ll feel alive!
If you don’t stick around then you’re gonna regret,
Missing the party you’re bound to forget.
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3. |
1:59
01:25
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1:59
I’ve had enough,
The night is old,
But I can’t leave here on my own.
I feel the goosebumps,
It’s getting rather cold,
I think I need someone to take me home.
I lost my keys,
I lost my phone,
I’m lost and now I can’t find home.
I see stars,
And I see lights,
I’m not sure if it’s daytime or it’s night,
Even though I best be heading home,
I don’t know which way to go.
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4. |
2:00
03:21
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2:00
I saw the way you looked at me,
Between the glass and the drink,
I saw the way you looked you at me,
Kept thinking it and you were just on the brink.
But you picked up and left,
And I stayed on the couch.
So now I guess I won’t see you tonight,
I’ve got to play the drunkard’s nurse,
I hate waiting on you,
But it’d be weird if I kissed first.
So fuck it,
I’ll give you ‘till next week.
The stars are pretty out tonight,
Too bad they’re drowned out by the light,
From the people with cells,
Lighting up the trail.
I’ll do the same,
I don’t wanna break a heel or nail.
Finally she’s on the porch, she owes me one,
She can carry me next time,
When I kiss you,
There’ll be plenty of wine.
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5. |
A Dream Sequence
04:13
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3:00 - A Dream Sequence
Guts and skin and flesh, they ride a wave,
It pounds the mouths of those that crave,
And in their blood I slowly drown.
The same red tears slide down the cheek,
From the gouged out eyes that desperately seek,
The sight of music to warm the world.
(This pen only knows to write in salt
It scribbles in flesh, I feel my heart,
Pounding pain in which to drown)
(Give this salt pen something to drink,
Let it cry out notes between the lines,
Sobs of music to warm the world)
This dream won’t give me any rest.
...
Thank God I’m in that dream again,
It’s all been done but by my hand.
I’ll carry the load, I’ll carry the lie,
I’ll jump I swear, I know how to fly.
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6. |
Smiles For Me
05:14
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7:35 - Smiles For Me
Today will be full and fine,
Smiles for me.
Today will be full and fine,
And this clock face will be all mine,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to my tune!
Today my hair bobs and shines,
Smiles for me.
Today my hair bobs and shines,
And all the boys will write it rhymes,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to my tune!
Today my clothes fit just right,
Smiles for me,
Today my clothes fit just right,
And don’t you know I’m quite the sight,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to me!
Today I’ll do some salsa twirls,
Smiles for me.
Today I’ll do some salsa twirls,
To the floor the heels, to the neck the pearls,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to my tune!
...
Today John will kiss me true,
Smiles for me.
Today John will kiss me true,
The truest kiss ever shared by two,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to my tune!
Today will be full and fine,
Smiles for me.
Today will be full and fine,
This clock face will be all mine,
They’ll see...
Time ticks to my tune!
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7. |
Going to School
03:17
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8:15 - Going to School
Another walk through the snow,
Why do we bother?
To reach the classroom and talk,
Past one another.
But thank God today the snow’s falling flaky.
Blanket my thoughts, blanket the town,
Blanket the library.
If only every morning were like this one,
If only every walk to school were,
A dream, caught in a dream, caught in a dream,
Caught in a snowglobe.
I bet if you looked at the globe,
From the outside you’d see,
A million little mes,
In their movements making a little symphony.
Churning their little ways,
Through little paths in the snow,
Shake this globe and please,
Add some more.
It’s at these times when I see the falling snow,
So pretty.
That's when I forget my little path, my little life, my little globe,
I smile,
And keep on walking.
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8. |
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8:55 - Intro to the Death of Should
Go to school,
To get good grades,
To get a job,
With better pay.
Throw all your dreams away,
They’re idle fictions anyway.
Don’t worry,
I’ll put words in your mouth for you.
I’ll tell you what to do,
To make everything alright.
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9. |
The Death of Should
04:32
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9:05 - The Death of Should
Wake up in your classroom,
Why are you here?
Why do you drudge, and fail, and drudge,
You should,
So you play your life by ear.
Was this what you imagined,
When you got the letter then?
Or has it been an adaptation,
To dealing with the pain.
Of not knowing why you do,
Just knowing that you should.
It's time to set your foot down,
But you wouldn't if you could.
Should still keeps you in its grip,
And it'll keep you steadily adapting.
The death of should will come on the heels,
Of the death of expecting.
Just try and get away.
See if you can.
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10. |
The Statuary Gardens
03:06
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10:35 - The Statuary Gardens
Where four times a year my mother and I,
Would come and tend where her late husband lies.
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
Every year I would follow in tow,
Holding with both arms a rake and a hoe,
To rustle up the ground and melting snow,
And give some fresh air to the bones far below.
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
I’ll take you on paths that I like best,
And we’ll take a seat on a cold granite crest,
We’ll chatter away about this Monday’s test,
Maybe if it's cold you’ll hold me to your breast.
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
You’ll see...
Even for breathing twenty-one year olds,
The gardens will wrap us in their calming folds,
And make something special,
Of the bitter spring colds.
My mother taught me well and early,
How very magical the gardens can be,
So I hope you have some time at three,
To share the unearthly beauty with me.
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
Go to go now, class is about to begin,
And my bastard prof remembers every sin,
But please oh please...
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
Come with me,
To the statuary gardens.
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11. |
Role Models
02:25
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11:01 - Role Models
I know I make mistakes,
I'm a little insecure,
I can be a bit selfish,
And impatient, to be sure.
I wish my hair was thicker,
I wish my ears were small.
If I had the right shoes on.
I could be 10 feet tall.
I get butterflies,
When I hear lullabies.
I’m an angel compared to some of my friends.
I believe in overdressing,
I believe in pink.
I want to feel life while I’m in it.
And I say what think.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I never know how much of what I say is true.
Lead me not into temptation,
I can find the way myself.
Normal is in the eye of the beholder.
...
I always wanted to be someone,
Maybe I should’ve been more specific.
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12. |
AM: Medley
06:14
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11:59 - AM Medley
What’s that feeling conquering me,
Is it doubt, is it insecurity?
No, I just think I’m just hungry,
For good food, for a break, for some clarity.
I’m sore from carrying Jeny last night,
Shoulder to shoulder, lilting in the lamplight.
God was she smashed, she can’t handle her booze,
Get drunk or be weird, no choice there to choose.
//
The eyes of the others,
They’re on me today.
Jenny said I’m pretty,
John’ll say it too.
Smiles are mine!
If I get horny,
I'll wait patiently,
Else I'll seem slutty.
Later, dancer, goddess,
A's, stars, success,
They'll see!
//
Why do I forget all structure when class ends,
I'm not really sure.
So I went and gave that cursed paper in,
Wished so bad that I kept my discipline.
Maybe if this was my passion,
I'd work in consistent fashion.
But everything I learn and see is fascinating,
How could I choose?
Can't keep but procrastinating.
//
Nothing at all changed,
And why would it ever?
They teach trite, boring shit.
They teach to pull a lever.
But I'll learn the gems underneath,
What I love about this course.
It's just a crying shame that mindless learning's what's endorsed.
//
This garden of youth,
This garden of youth,
For ever more,
In this garden of youth.
This garden of stone,
This garden of stone,
When will my youth join,
This garden of stone?
//
Own this thin hair and own these big ears,
Own charms to give butterflies,
Own a basket of fears.
Own 21 years gone under the bridge,
Own more years to come that will pass fleetingly,
To finally turn,
That Someone into me.
//
The PM this midday is set to give,
Let the band count my life.
By God,
I'll show it how to live!
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Berge & Pârvulescu Montréal, Québec
We are two students who met at McGill University.
AM was recorded over a period of 12
hours, in a small, empty classroom with a grand piano in it, and the broom closet beside it.
PM: The EP was recorded in a basement, over the course of a week, while learning the ropes of audio recording for the first time. Two songs have yet to be recorded.
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