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I more than half-stumbled into the Alice
Having gotten already rotten on the rain
Turns out I knew both barkeeps from school
But I could really only place the one’s name
There were six bands that night, all metal and punk
The drummers were, of course, the real stars
The singers unshaven driving home later
Stuck in traffic, stuck in their cars
I happened to say to a longhair offstage
You did such a fine job tonight
He almost couldn’t handle the compliment
Me having given it away all so light
Thanks he says, no one ever does
Not that they understand what I say
The guitarist writes most of the lyrics
I just stay hidden in the centre of the stage
There was a man across the table, maybe 50 or so
Through the haze now that’s what I think
I couldn’t tell if he was with the blonde
Or just himself and his stool and his drink
Maybe it’s the music but when I find myself here
I can’t fully bring myself to dance
Owing firstly for me not knowing how
& hardly knowing what to do with my hands
If that was my last shot, at least we sorta hopped
I’m pretty sure at least I shook my leg
I met my new best friends, a whole series of events
He told me firmly his birth name was Reg
That’s Reg he corrected me, politely of course
As I pushed a mosher to and fro
It’s Reg he nearly begged, here’s my number right here
In case you forget what you know
In retrospect it was obviously a fake
Jotted down and smeared as it is
I can almost see the forgery
When I compare my handwriting to his
For reasons unknown or known just to the town
Always a squad of six cops shows up
I can’t tell if they just like the music
Or if that whole night was sort of a bust
Either way no trouble came
at least not uniformed in blue
I seem to recall mounting Jakey’s shoulders
Having past the point of “nothing I wouldn’t do”
I got up alright and we headed for the pit
He gave me an experimental bounce or two
That’s when the bouncer said you yeah you
I can’t have anyone hurt in my saloon
Retrospectively I gotta have respect
The guy being honestly a pal
He said conspiratorially that he’d normally approve
How I didn’t the skids I’ll never know now
A door guy so friendly he was looking out for me
Not just for business as uszhe
Smokey lowered me softly as air
Onto the floorspace so hard and so smooth
I managed to make it to the ladies bathroom door
Politely informed I took a wrong turn
Said hi to the guy playing the VLTs
Who said you wannabe musicians never learn
He was wearing camouflage, maybe
But no ideological bridges were crossed
I asked him if he liked the tunes
He actually did, he said taking another loss
I did a quick U-turn and headed the other way
Having had my fill of conversation
Arriving at the trough I found at least three guys
And I think something got lost in translation
The next time I found myself having to piss
I walked all the way to a 7-11
Compared to the comparison underway at the Alice
The fluorescents burned something like heaven
The third band on the bill had a spidery synth guy
My friend called them Nazi youths
The singer had the haircut to be fair
And never smiled, not a single tooth
Regardless of political persuasion
They didn’t quite fit the scene
Aiming more for the goth-pop angle
Which my metal friends thought obscene
I didn’t hate it but I sure can’t remember it
Come to think of it now
I just recall the synth guy’s cape
Y’know, it might have included a cowl
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Laundry Tension
01:02
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There's just so much tension on the mats today
Garbage black, prematurely grey
Moody, but in the mood to get out
Everybody talk quietly now
Now this might take some of your time
I hope you brought along some wine
Possibly a book or two
Share a stranger's look or two
Tension headache, go away
Garbage black, prematurely grey, prematurely grey
There's so much tension on the mats today
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The Fucking Swans
02:10
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The fucking swans
Practically older than me
They were never retired, no
They just got mean
The fucking swans
The fucking swans and they bark with glee
Some mirror lake conspiracy
The fucking swans bleach white my memory
The fucking swans
Fuckin run this town
A church on the lake
And shopping carts all the way down
Throw them a fry
Fly away with the prize
Dyou wanna die tonight with me
Take a swan dive with me
The fucking swans…
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I Was Mostly Joking
01:12
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Down by the racetrack
Where all the kids shoot smack
And I got my money back
One at a time
Don't chase me, I've had enough dreams
They're just like split cards
Jumpy racecars
When I said that to you, I was mostly joking
I was only choking on my rage
It was mostly snowing
Opening and showing us the rain
Don't chase me, I've had enough dreams
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My Rictus Grin
02:46
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Were you there at the same time
Clock is running on saints time
all the way home
And was i there on my dime?
Finding coins in trouble
wherever i go
Getting home
Going out
Now it’s me now it’s everybody else
Which lines will you trace when you touch my face
Sitting in my place, heading in
Smile my rictus grin
Are you there at the races
I was there with a facelift
getting lonely again
Did i get a line on an equine?
Runnerups in trouble
soon to be on the mend
Kicking dirt
Getting zen
First its me now everybody bends
Which cares will you tend to first when you stroke my fir
Twistin in my shoes, freeze the sin
smiling my rictus grin
kicking dirt!
getting zen!
first its me now everybody’s doing the bend...
shoving past!
shoving in!
smiling my rictus grin
shovels out!
diving in!
smiling my rictus grin!
raining dirt!
raining dirt!
all dressed up, ok im in
smiling my rictus grin...
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If So (I'll Send a Rose)
02:53
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do you think that’s bad if so
i’ll send a rose along with my
regrets including
those i haven’t thought of yet
and if it’s good i don’t expect i’ll hear a thing from the post just yet
sometimes for a second i think of destroying everything that i own
and throwing away all those that i know
and how would i know
how could anyone ever know
and there’s every chance i’ll never tell you so
im going back to the simple rhyme life
i want facts i can cut with a knife
i want brats under bitters and strife
those who see ruin are harmless and nice
do you think im glad if so
ill send a rose
or something a little less on the nose
along with all my best
which i dont even have yet
and if i am then i expect nobody to tell me yet
and don’t they alll deserve
a sick kind of respect
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Screaming at Horses
04:21
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i spent half my sad life screaming at horses
and half my life screaming at you
somebody told me to smoke em if you got em
you can’t actually believe that do you
improving barbwire communications, at least i try
you don’t seem to understand i don’t know why
but sometimes when i creep past by
i see understanding in their eyes
and im screaming at the horses
im dreaming of being left behind
and i am jumping graveyard gates
while you are getting high
and ive been screaming at the horses
and ive been screaming at you
and you say it’s not over yet
no, that can’t be true
don’t you bolt now
this is not a race my friend
please do not kick me in my face again
and im screaming at the horses...
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The Acid Rains Edmonton, Alberta
i write songs, play guitar and sing
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