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Adelaide
04:37
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I begged you to stay put, you asked me to stay, without warning
Crooked floors still bear the scuffs, of your careless footsteps in the morning
The ice floe we were floating on has come apart and it’s too far to swim
Weeks collapse and years roll back, but it was your turn, it was your turn
I think your friends were upstairs, on our last night it was nondescript
But I held on to your front hall, to get the most of it
Oh oh oh, I’ve lost that hunger
We were young (we’re still young) but we were younger
That time, we slept on the night bus, and woke in a business park
Neon light bounced off asphalt, cut right through the dark
And in that mournful plaza, I should have called your bluff
You said you’d love me for ages, but those ages they weren’t enough
I was born by water, there always was a pull, and it still holds
You were raised on floodplains, a prairie vigilance, that you uphold
Latent in the sand you claw, an early thaw, water over the bridge
I think your friends were upstairs, on our last night it was nondescript
But I held on to your front hall, to get the most of it
Oh oh oh, I’ve lost that hunger
Cause we were young (we’re still young) but we were younger
That time, we slept on the night bus, and woke in a business park
Neon light bounced off asphalt, cut right through the dark
And in that mournful plaza, I should have called your bluff
You said you’d love me for ages, but those ages they weren’t enough
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Deep County
03:58
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Seatbelt digs into my shoulder, a firm hand keeps me safe
A white out’s on the way, but we’ll make it
Rumble strip; a warning shot, acrid pot skulks inside my brain
You’re barely awake, beside me
I can hardly speak, I’m dying to crack the silence
Northumberland, the hills begin, an hour left to risk our closeness
In a freefall, I am frozen
Will I make good? Am I chosen?
Your sleeping breath is frozen on the window, my body hums
I dip my toes in a deep lake of unfamiliar
I don’t want to say it but I’ll say it, I’ll self-indulge
Since it’s been said, within my head, this whole ride
You’re the one I want, you’re the one I’ve always wanted
I exhale as I immolate, I’m four years late, I take my first step,
Pray the cement is still wet
If I can’t be important, and I won’t be assertive
At least let me be virtuous
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Newcomer
04:57
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Heaving stone, wailing breeze
By a lake too old to freeze
I’m rooted here; am I stuck, or fully grown?
Molt the rust, untie the truss
Dream a lie of exodus
Save it for, when we can call, this place our own
Abandon sleeps in a slack tide
The cost of youth gnaws at my pride
Rust so thick I couldn’t breathe
Seduced by niche and loyalty
Peeling paint, corners cut
Sweating doors that won’t stay shut
An alcazar, to what I’d have in lieu of it
Like a pretty girl, who’s set in stone
A fastidious moral code
A secret side, and only I, who knew of it
Abandon sleeps in a slack tide
The cost of youth gnaws at my pride
Rust so thick I couldn’t breathe
Seduced by niche and loyalty
I wait for it to speak to me, begging for pardons
Stretched across an inland sea, I bristle and harden
I’m still praying I can mend, cracks in the limestone
I can’t find it in my will to bend, as a splint on a flat bone
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Rustproofing
03:53
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If I plan well, if I make time
A modest hideout could be mine to claim
I was sloe-eyed, I was slack jawed
Waiting on a call that never came
I was so far off the mark
Pissing standing in the dark
Let me feel it one more time
A bluff I swore I climbed
It’s radiant, it’s nourishing
To dig a spade in earth your child hands clawed
But the interest, fuck, the interest
Covers me in a cheap vinyl façade
Still I grovel at the gate
Hunger I long to satiate
Let me feel it one more time
A bluff I swore I climbed
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Urban Drawl
04:17
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Was it ever mine, or was it drifting and benign?
A sense of mutual decline
I won’t hear it defamed, so I’ve swallowed half the shame
But it’s become what I became
I stall here, with all I know near
And dream of cutting loose but I keep it, shit I need it
Why don’t you take a load off watch me fall apart
Been told since birth I’m meant to bleed it
Was it ever mine, or was I helpless and supine?
As I struggle to refine
I didn’t mean to sour, but I felt a lust for power
When they said this could all be ours
I stall here, with all I know near
And dream of cutting loose but I keep it, shit I need it
Why don’t you take a load off watch me fall apart
Been told since birth I’m meant to bleed it
I’m here again to know
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Graft Toronto, Ontario
G P Hutchings: [Guitar, Vocals]
Matthew Couto: [Drums]
Will Brown: [Bass, Vocals]
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