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Good Luck With That
02:53
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Good luck trying to take us all on
We’ll be on your shore before too long
You’ve got the money
We’ve got the weight of the world on our side
So good luck trying to take us all on
Mac-Pap brigade
Starting with Franco first
Madrid then the world
Starting with Franco
Wait and see
Wait and see
What we will do
When we take the weight of the world
And throw it right back at you
You’ve got the money
You’ve got the money
You’ve got the money
We’ve got the weight of the world on our side
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2. |
Last Best Places
04:09
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In a town where everyone’s from
But nobody, nobody lives here
An empty promise to progress it seems
The grand gestures never made genuine
In a town where everyone’s from
But nobody, nobody lives here
We just survive
Waiting to die
And our last best places aren’t for you
“Vacancies up in downtown” you say
“The grand gestures never made genuine”
In a town where everyone’s from
But nobody, nobody lives here
See we’ve muscled out the moderates
See ideologues as idiots
No great men of action left
And the good words are just too few these days
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Tonight I’m going to love you in retrospect
All your lovers cross my mind to fill me with regret
And my mouth moved and somebody got hurt
So I must be the liar
And watchful eyes heaving heavy sighs
And still they never tire
Those
Stares from all your friends
All those daggers what am I to do with them?
See I’m the wave and you’re the beach sand
Quick to hit on your shore just to watch you
Recede as the land does
If you’re the life then I am time, I am time
So it’s only a matter of me really
Quick to hit on your shore just to watch you
Recede as the land does
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4. |
Funeral Plans
04:45
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Bury me
Out in the yard
When August turns, early in September
Plant a tree
Right over my heart
Then have a time and drink ten for me
Let it pick
My bones clean, chop it down and turn me into embers
And then sing my soul to sleep
And then sing my soul to sleep
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5. |
A Crisis of Quarter Life
05:25
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I wouldn’t be afraid of getting old
If there was more to look forward to
Than cancer and conversation
And I wouldn’t be so tired of youth
If there was maybe more to do
Than wait in anticipation
But at what point do you stop fanning the flames
And start putting them out, putting them out?
All of the answers I will have to question for myself,
For myself, for myself
There’s no need to panic here
Why don’t we come to our senses
Or we’ll build our fences up too high
Let’s tone down the rhetoric
Why don’t we come to our senses
Or we’ll build our fences up too high
For us to get over ourselves
At what point do you stop pulling up stakes
And start putting them down, putting them down?
All of the questions I will have to answer for myself,
For myself, for myself
But I’m on the wrong side of 25 now
Failure is frequent the further I get from 24
I’m on the wrong side of 25 now
Who has the patience for these conflagrations
When they demand more?
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6. |
Party's Over
03:10
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They’re calling the cops
They’re calling the cops
They’re all out to get me
The question of how
Is suddenly now a good possibility
But I seem to be divided
Between the road, the way to go
And your fucking mouth
But you say “Maybe baby we can work it out”
And I say “Only if we never have to shout”
But oh in the morning daylight when it comes
We’ll just sit there, pretend there’s nothing wrong
You’ll never make it, oh and when they break you
Still so innocent
You wept
But oh in the morning daylight when it comes
We’ll just sit there, pretend there’s nothing wrong
You’ll never make it, up where it’s safe
And still so innocent
You wept
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I welcome this parasite
If only for company
Turn my skin white
As it drains the blood from me
You say “How lonely”
But for now, let’s here from my company
And he’ll say “Am I under your skin now?
Are you really all mine?
I could never begin to
Get it into your mind”
But oh
Ain’t that the way it goes
Is are you really ever all mine?
So,
Start from the end, it will show
Are you really ever all mine?
But oh, ain’t that the way it goes
Only in the start and then you’re mine in time
But oh when it starts
Then are you really ever all mine?
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I should be waking up at sunrise
Instead of coming in at dawn
So I can finish all the yard work
Instead of passed out on the lawn
But I forgot last night I lost consciousness
And now here I am outside on the pavement
Lying to myself wondering all again
Have we grown up or just old?
If this place is a joke
I’m tired of being part of the punch line
With your firm grasp at arm’s length
You can fall at any time
But I forgot last night I lost consciousness
And now here I am outside on the pavement
Lying to myself wondering all again
Have we grown up or just old?
Because I should be waking up at sunrise
Instead of coming in at dawn
Lying to myself wondering all again
Have we grown up or just old?
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A former solider, you thought it over
Map is on the table and the dagger’s in your hand
You said “Go Eastward”, I don’t think we should
Maybe all in retrospect we pushed an open door but
I won’t lie
Are you so important?
Nations felt compelled to
Break their borders often
Still never wish you well say
Are you for real or forgotten?
And down there in hell with
Your messianic problems
Which part of this was a good idea?
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10. |
Zombie Song
04:02
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The zombies were kissing in a bike lane
In broad daylight, sauntering across the avenue
The drivers, they all started to complain
But in their cars what were they to do
The children in back thought it was a game
Counting points for their friends’ parents
That they knew
“Why won’t you work,”
They said “It’s not what we do”
“Too broke so fix until we’re blue”
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11. |
Four Years Later
04:52
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Up the street from me
Is a cemetery
Where a brick holds your name
Though it’s not the same
Still I speak to the ground
Expecting the sound
Of your voice to guide me
In the right direction
But am I afraid for no good reason
These words won’t find you at all
If you’re not there then I’ll start stealing
Because if you didn’t get in I don’t have a
Hope in hell myself
Year’s going on four
Since you were last at my door
Saying “Your show sucked last night”
Or “Let’s drink til it’s light”
See we could never fool you
So brutal and honest and true
Without I’ve been in the wrong direction
You’d hate this song
Say “That shit’s all wrong”
Sort it all out
Remove all my doubt
Then we’d sing it you see
Together so beautifully
With your voice beside me
And the right direction
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12. |
Eggs on Leggs
05:07
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Today was a good day to die
Today was a good day to die
But I
Slept in
Slept instead
You see the pigs were walking on their own two feet
The pigs were walking in their own, George
And yes we need the guns to put them
Back into their, back into their places
It was the last night for the living and how I tried
Oh, please come get me
I don’t think they
Want me to stay
And then the Comintern came and took
All of my friends and just blew them away
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The Auditor General Thunder Bay, Ontario
The Auditor General are four longtime friends and musicians who call Thunder Bay home. Their unique blend of indie folk combines varied musical landscapes from delicate and sombre to upbeat and driving. Since releasing their debut album in 2009, the group has toured the country, played renowned festivals, and have been crafting their follow-up album which is due to be released mid 2014. ... more
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