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Angela
03:23
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Daylight is waxing over black eyes, interrupting the scene inside and his belly flies. Africa is blaring on the radio. It gets him wishing it were Angela and not “T.O.T.O.” So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the wind now that he’ll be there if she wants him to, and he wants to. Summer errand, it’s good to get the boy outside. “Pick up some Rothman’s Special King Size and some Coca Cola.” Golden uncle is underneath the Chevy Bellaire. You know he wants to taste the ocean air. He’s singing “Good Vibrations.” So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the wind now. That he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the stars now. That he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. He said he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. He said he’ll be there if she wants him to and I want to. I said I’ll be there if you want me to and I want to. I said I’ll be there if you want me to and I want to. Angela. Her name was cast to the air, but do you think she really cared?
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Reunion
03:21
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I promised you a keepsake. You should have called my number. Wake me out of this slumber, ‘cause I’ve lost my crown these days. And why should I care anyway? Even monuments crumble. It’s so hard to be humble. Just when I think it’s over you start talking backwards. I don’t even need to hear the words. And why should I care anyway? With your pieces captured you lie and wait in the corner. If I staged a reunion, would you come out anyway? I’m going to watch you fumble, watch you bend over backwards. You’re going to want to eat his words. And why should I care anyway? With your tenement on fire, you’re going to wait for a liar. If I staged a reunion, would you come out anyway?
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Can't Make A Living
03:20
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What’s eating me? What’s eating you? It’s as old as the fabled road. It’s note for note. Caught by the throat. Please don’t pull on my line (pull my line). You said you had it. You know I can’t stand it. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try? With broken amp, sub-par guitar, I was dealing in poor men’s scores. I heard a knock, knock on the door, each one harder than before. I nearly had it. You said you won’t stand for it. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try? Guitar’s alright but you can’t make a living. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try?
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Forever
02:59
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I don’t need forever, ‘cause I don’t fit together. And I’ll never have the insight, ‘cause I’ll never get inside, wasting time standing in line for an accident. Ivory towers, I’ve wasted hours with you. I’ve wasted years and avoided fears that are real. I made the myth so that it would help my appeal. No, I’m alright, just tired, don’t worry. Just let me lie here one last time, I promise. No, I’m just resting my eyes. No, I don’t mind, this time. I’ve stayed behind, watching your lives like some shadow. I have laid in wait. I have traced your shape on my window. I will count your walk. I will hear your talk and your laughter. I will fall from rhyme. I’ve run out of time, ever after. I don’t need forever, and I don’t need a clever answer to “No, not ever.” No, I won’t wait for “whatever.”
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Complicate Things
02:24
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Let’s complicate things. Let’s complicate things. Let’s throw away strings. Let’s cast away dreams. Let’s complicate things. Let’s consummate this. I feel like shit. Let’s deal with it. Let’s wallow in it. Let’s consummate this. We’re going to push the pain away. We’re going to tear it all out. I want to fill you up. I want to bury myself. Let’s complicate things.
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Exit
03:19
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You hate me ‘cause I understand you. I can see it in your clenched fists. I close the door but you keep knocking. You keep your change in your pockets. I am the dirt that feeds the flower. I am the snitch with a laundry list. Things could go better if we stick together. You’d rather I did not exist. I’ll make my exit. When I make my exit, I’ll take no credit. I’ve had enough of your silent static. You make everything so dramatic. I hate you ‘cause you understand me. You can see it in my clenched fist. Things could go better if we stick together. I’d rather you did not exist. I’ll make my exit. When I make my exit, I’ll take no credit.
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Coddled
02:12
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You are coddled. I’m left cold. You look younger. I’m made old. Such a simple line, simple melody, laid so bare and precious for our sympathy.
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You Glided Down
04:24
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Our table’s peppered with coffee stains round. And hopes fall apart as words spill on the ground. I’m counting the crowds, now, I’m focusing fear. Eyes lock together and they all disappear. You’ve come to console me in the middle of town. I climbed up to meet you and you glided down. Public school groomed you for old Ivy League. My parents still slave in their dark factories. Working ‘till weary, too old and fatigued. So they may live through me vicariously. But now that you’re here we seek common ground. ‘Cause I climbed up to meet you and you glided down. I’m lost in your gaze now. I’m looking for flaws, a solitary reason why I shouldn’t fall. I’ve said far too much now, there’s no need for confession. And you know what lies between the secrets I’ve given. We’re sharing a drink in the middle of town. I climbed up to meet you and you glided down.
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Wishful Thinker
04:34
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I’ve got magic in my voice and wheels on my breath. I’ve got age on my face and rhythm in my bed. And don’t think I don’t note what has been said when you’re seen with a man like me. Now I don’t know, girl, what happened to you. But when I look into those eyes I can’t find the truth. What I see is a sad waste of beauty and youth. Or am I a wishful thinker? I never meant, I never meant you harm, no. Not sure how it ends, but it started with a kiss. Then it rolls and pulls into something like bliss. And your soft sleeping warmth cures my harsh emptiness. Or was I an opportunist? I never meant, I never meant you harm. Now there’s something, Girl, I need you to know. There will soon come a time when I will have to let go. And when we’re with others we can’t let it show. Oh come all ye wishful thinkers. I never meant, I never meant you harm.
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You are My Gallows
05:21
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You are my gallows. You are my sin. From the first time I let you in. I remember the time we almost touched. In the moment, a quiver, I knew you too much. The taste of your skin or the nape of your neck, I will never, never forget. I’ll be your scapegoat who hangs from a tree. Dangling so we can be free — you after me. You are my gallows. You are my sin. From the first time I let you in. I remember the first time we touched. In the moment, a quiver, you knew me too much.
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Papermaps Toronto, Ontario
Papermaps is Canadian indie rock/dreampop band lead by producer/songwriter Dean Marino with Betty Dimo, Andy Soto and Johnny Rowe
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