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O Blue Day
00:37
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O Blue Day,
You seem to say
The way is without limitations,
If I could but recognise you
There inside my own reflection
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Heaven help you
If you believe you’ll be staying
When the others leave
The life you live and claim to own
Ain’t your possession, it’s yours on loan
There’s no sleight of hand,
No miraculous stunt
Even Lazarus only came back once
I don’t like your odds
I don’t like your odds
But life is good
In the mansion you have made
Buying and selling yourself
In the slave trade
But the walls that hold it together
Are paper thin
When the wind picks up
It just might blow them in
Look at the figures,
Examine the facts,
Look at the way that the odds are stacked
I don’t see a lot
In the cards you’ve got
But I see the future
And the future don’t look so good
Yeah, I see the future
And the future don’t look so good
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Jaws Of Life
02:38
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Please,
I’m caught in a squeeze
I could use some expertise
And/or some resuscitation
Teach me,
Extend an arm and reach me,
Lecture and speech me,
Put some words of wisdom together
I don’t expect
To save my neck
Unless someone arrives
To pull me out of this wreck alive
And I wanna be rescued
By your jaws of life
Life is a gas
Until you crash
And I need assistance
I need your jaws of life
Listen,
I know that my collision
Ends a chain of decisions
Stretching back to the dawn of creation
And pain
Follows pleasure in the game,
So I should get up again,
Dust myself off like Frank Sinatra
I don’t expect
To save my neck
Unless someone arrives
To pull me out of this wreck alive
I wanna be rescued
By your jaws of life
Life, it’s a gas
Until you crash
And I need assistance
I need your jaws of life
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4. |
Employment and Enjoyment
03:13
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When I was 16, I joined the circus
For ten years of mandatory national service
I walked the tightrope to please them all
(But they secretly hoped I’d fall)
Next, I was offered a lifetime sentence
Of bringing home bread for my descendents
I did hard time pulling on their plough
And milking the sacred cow
But I never really learned their trade
Never learned to use the tools they made
Never read their instructions
For making lemonade when life gives you hand grenades
I get by with distractions, honey
Lord knows, you look distracted, too
So next time I need a little distraction, honey
I’ll come looking for you
I carried the world upon my back
Like a good megalomaniac
During the years I was employed
Holding us over the void
They’re handing out medals to the bravest soldiers
After the war, when you’re much older,
As long as you follow each and every command
Out into no-man’s land
But this place has never really felt quite right
I think I missed my connecting flight
Somewhere I’ve got friends
Waiting for me at arrivals on Proxima B
I get by with distractions, baby
Lord knows, you look distracted, too
So next time I’m looking for distraction, honey
I’ll come looking for you
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5. |
World War You
02:44
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You’re making plans to save the world
And the plans begin with me
You’re gonna make a D-Day landing
Like I am your Normandy
But how can you save my world
When you’re still fighting World War You?
How can you change me, honey?
There’s a bird and a snake
At either end of every tree
We’ve all got our own battles, baby
And you bit more than you can chew
With World War You
Everyone else is a problem you would solve
You wanna baptize every infant
To absolve yourself
But from every angle you’re reflected in the view
This old world is a broken mirror
Have a look, you’ll see it, too
See World War You
How can you save the world
When you’re fighting World War You?
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6. |
Guerilla Guru
02:29
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7. |
Primitive Feelings
03:08
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All dolled up for the discotheque
That some call civilization
Feel them breathing down your neck
Demanding your attention
Primitive
Primitive feelings
Primitive
Primitive feelings
Just another passenger on
The crowded rock we’re sharing
With a prehistoric backpack on,
The baggage we’re all wearing
Primitive
Primitive feelings
Primitive
Primitive feelings
Moving through the urban landscape,
All that steel and concrete forest,
Pretending you don’t feel at all
Like a drugged up brontosaurus
Primitive
Primitive feelings
I never want it to happen,
Could something happen to me?
Nightmares, fancies and fantasies,
The hidden movement of the human sea
Rattling the cage of your cultured mind
Feeding off the energies you decline
Doing just fine despite neglect
Interrupting when you least expect it
Whispering between your chosen words
Gathering its strength in the crowded herd
Primitive
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City Of Gold
02:46
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I’ve left the world I know
To follow a distant glow
Along I go to treasures untold
Oh, stranger can you show
The way that I must go?
I’m lost and so
Perhaps you know
A path to the old
City of Gold
Sigo buscando
La via secreto
El camino que necessito
Para llegar a ese pueblo
Lei El Carnero
Y sigo buscando
El camino secreto
Para llegar a ese pueblo
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The High Dials Montréal, Québec
The High Dials are an indie pop band from Montreal.
While their melodic sensibility, harmonies and jangling
guitars owe an obvious debt to the 60s and power pop groups, they also draw upon shoegaze, new wave and folk sounds to create rich and varied albums. Their most recent album “Primitive Feelings” is a predatory summer mix of lo-fi grooves, acid rock guitars and razor-sharp humour.
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