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Shag
02:57
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Shag
Nearly put me off sleep for good so high
Distressed and unrelenting was the sound
Isn’t that the point that it begged to be heard?
A cappella punk yodel that dogged me back to bed
‘Cross the alley a fence with around-the-clock junk
Some animal plead its case with upthrust rump
Isn’t that the case when you beg to heard?
A cappella punk yodel that dragged me back to bed
Like the first state of a lover
The scream of our bodies hormonally deranged
Unspayed, unsated sing the song of woe whoa
A cappella punk yodel drags you back to bed
Nearly put me off sleep for good so high
Distressed and unrelenting was the sound
Isn’t that the point that is begged to be heard?
Isn’t that the point that is begged to be heard?
Isn’t that the point that is begged to be heard?
A cappella punk yodel that dogged me back to bed
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Tribute
04:46
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Tribute
I saw you stepping out from your side door
Was it Marianne or Suzanne?
You were at the dep in your black decor
You didn’t know which way to go (lonely holy man)
When beggars corner the market
Everybody passes the hat
You didn’t want to be like that...
Alleys and Balconies…rags, clothes, and bottles.
Saw you at The Main, Lorca to blame
For the poetry of lyric pain
This waiter with a pen so wry and Zen
But I’m your biggest fan, yes you are my man
When beggars corner this market
Everybody passes the hat
No, you didn’t want to be like that...
Alleys and Balconies…rags, clothes, and bottles.
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Goofing off in the back row
Bell-tired and ready to go
Still an hour an hour to throw
And then you’ll find me by your side door
Simple times…
No lifeline fortune teller said
You soon heard music in your head
Soon learned the feeling of feeling dread
And oh no fact is that hurt
Simple rites…
The crack of the thunder, these notes of wonder
It turned out the secrets of success
Left you in an awful mess
Left you ready to confess
Damn it all…. about your fall
Simple lies
The crack of the thunder, these notes of wonder
Goofing off in the back row
Bell-tired and ready to go
Still an hour for your friends to blow
And then you’ll find me by your side door
Simple times…
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4. |
Bobbi Lost
04:28
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Bobbi Lost
You’ve seen enough to know enough
You’re old enough to take that stuff
You’ve had a line you’re feeling fine
You’ve crossed over to a different time…you’re lost
You’ve heard enough to know enough
You’re old enough to call a bluff
You’re feeling fine you’ve crossed that line
Forget it now just in time…you’re lost
Bobbi, you’re lost, you don’t want to be
But you’re lost…and what a cost
We can go out tonight and you can wear your lies lip tight
You can look for a fight in the cold bright light
You’ve seen enough to know enough
You’re old enough to want that stuff
You threw away half your life
Hold on tight for the after life
You’ve made good time running blind
You’ve crossed over to another time
You’re tired all right on fire tonight
You keep your eyes on that prize…but you’re lost
Bobbi, you’re lost, you don’t want to be
But you’re lost…and what a cost
We can go out tonight and you can wear your lips lies tight
You can look for a fight in the cold bright lights
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Dearest
03:57
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You wrote a better love letter
You wrote a better love letter
You wrote a better love letter
When the hand had to pause
Every other clause
For ink and feathers were finite
Before resuming racing wicks and twilight
You wrote a better love letter…dearest!
You wrote a better love letter
You wrote a better love letter
You wrote a better love letter
When the hand had to pause
Every other clause
Back when words rode horseback in a satchel
Lovers’ impasse if it snowed roads were cancelled
You wrote a better love letter…dearest!
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6. |
Flames
06:10
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Flames
Once they were insane
Called every other name
Yeah they went up in flames
No more playing games
Once you were alone
A kid of skin and bones
Loose out kicking stones
Never lose that crown
Call me to the bench
Whisper through the fence
In my own defense
It never made any sense
Now sleep upon the streets
Dirty tired blistered feet
I knew you when you sweet
Lost and incomplete
Did I get that right?
Did I get it right?
Did I get this right?
Yeah…I thought
In the morning light
Did you lose sight?
Jumping jack stones
Skipping with the clowns
You’re leaving your hometown
Never come back around
They call me to the bar
I’ll bring my old guitar
And sing about old scars
Never reach the stars
Did I get that right?
Did I get it right?
Did I get this right?
Yeah…I thought
In the morning light
Did you lose sight?
Yeah…I thought I might
Of some majestic age was I
When wonder kingdomed over why
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Record Low / Tsjchov Ottawa, Ontario
Andrew Steinmetz, Est. 1965, strums the guitar.
Record Low is the lo-fi recording of
low moments past and present. The first take is the deepest.
Tsjchov are Andrew Steinmetz (lead vocals, acoustic guitar, sleigh bell) and Eric Thorfinnson (electric and acoustic guitar, bass, keyboards, drums, backing vocals).
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