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(Untitled)
04:49
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Nostalgia
02:55
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Lyrics for Nostalgia
Nostalgia is a girl on a bed
With a gun to my head
Sun is pouring from the window and your hair
Nothing feels better than sin
Than a swim through the wind
I’m a king with the sky and your skin
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray
If you start beating on the mattress
There’s got to be something wrong
With your eyes and your soul
Popping acids for dessert
Loving your folks all the same
Just like entering the desert with the rain
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray
When will you get me out of here?
When will I forget about this room?
When will the Virgin on the wall see me bloom?
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray
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Lyrics for How I got evicted from my office
Run home,
sing myself a song
As the leaves brush your skin
Imitating a Viet Kong
The night is mute,
Can hear your heart in the distance
Your vision’s acute
Own a radio that can make you sing
That can make you sleep by the lake
I’m sure
But you wouldn’t know,
You never fear at all
You wouldn’t know
You never fear at all
And I must tell you
I am offended by the dirt on your lips
Get out,
You’ve been worrying much too long
About the weather outside
And the fate of everyone
The time has come
To take your life in your own hands
It’s just begun,
I know a place in the middle of town
Where you could always try to be yourself
I’m sure
But you wouldn’t know,
You never cared at all
You wouldn’t know
You never cared at all
And I must tell you
I am offended by the crack in your smile
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Lyrics for Your biological clock is giving me a headache
So here we are
Just like three years ago
Looking at the stars
Wondering where to go
You told me
You had plans of your own
You told me
Your dreams have grown
But where does that leave me?
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
So here you are
Always wanting more
Never quite
Leaving the door
You should be
Moving to the suburbs
You should be
Hearing wedding bells
I should be letting you go
Instead of keeping you in hell
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
I’m just wondering
What do we do now?
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We forgot the Camera
03:25
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Lyrics for We forgot the Camera
(Gabriel Rousseau)
No one said this would be everlasting
But no one said we shouldn’t try
I watch the leaves run down your face
I see the sky turn the shade of your eyes
But…
I can’t see you again
I can’t see you from here
I can’t see you… ever
No one said this would be like the movies
I didn’t think it would play out that way
It never works right in real time
You need the cuts you need the paste
But…
I can’t bear to see you gone
I can’t bear to see you lost
‘Cause you don’t know your way home
From here
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Lyrics for What kind of fucking gift is that?
I always wondered why you never let me touch your face
Was is because you were shy or you thought it wasn’t my place
I don’t think we saw eye to eye on any political matter
We feel time pass slowly by while our bodies age much faster
Maybe it’s my rational side that wants things to be this way
I always wanted to contrive a plan to prevent you to stay
You never gave me a chance to tell you my side of the story
I know he said you should take offense but my intentions were truly friendly
I guess the good thing about all this is that Rémi seems really happy
What was perceived as viciousness somehow fit in his reality
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Serpent
02:44
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Lyrics for Serpent
I’m shaking, I’m shaking and I can’t think straight
My muscles are twitching and I’m in that state
Where my guts are swollen and inflate my stomach
My body’s a ship, my mind’s a wreck. I’m biting my fingers and scratching my neck
My skin is of stone, my heart is of wax
Seems it’s always been that way, you’re the foot, and I’m the serpent
All the poison limbs are turning gray, as for my sins, I should repent
I’m hit, I’m hit but I’m not falling down, the noise is loud but I can’t hear a sound
My consciousness is getting thinner
You’re over there but I can’t see that far, I’m driving really fast in some old car
I’m missed the turn, I burst my brain
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Zoe
03:50
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Lyrics for Zoe
You know why you came here, you thought you had it in you
Doesn’t it hurt to know you’re empty? Strange how heavy’s a hallow body
Nights are cold when you’re nowhere, can’t you get to the next town?
And your heart’s as dry as the moon. Its dust fakes a white glare
Its dust fakes a white glare, we discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don’t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good deeds
Deeds will get you nowhere, took more than you could bear
Should never have looked, got lost in your stare
Don’t mind the smell, it will keep you warm. Keep your spirit off her breath
If the gear’s too tight, it will rip your arms. We’ve disconnected your headset
We’ve disconnected your headset, we’ve discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don’t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
We’ve discussed this matter before
Now I think you should shut up, ‘Cause that voice of yours
It’s got no core
You might as well give up
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Lyrics for ... and the Pronouns you rode in on
The key still works after all these years
But the doorknob just doesn’t look the same
There’s a leak in the roof, in the kitchen
The sink is filled with rain
There’s an old unfinished painting leaning against the wall
A young who really looks in pain
Some broken windows are hanging from the ceiling
By old rusty chains
I know they closed this place down
A long time ago
But there’s no return address
All that’s left of me is a picture I took a that alley
A stack of paper, a broken pen
And that old aquarium you built
The cracks on the floor, a wooden desk
And the bench where we never got to sit
I know they closed this place down
A long time ago
But there’s no return address
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Phone Booth
04:03
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Lyrics for Phone Booth
When I think about that night, last summer in the park
Starring at that couple, making out in the dark
Their bodies tangled, I couldn’t tell them apart
Our love was ending, but they were just at the start
I never should’ve made that phone call
I should’ve just bashed my head right there against the wall
But I’m not going to spend my life in this stall
I’ll get out of here even if I have to crawl
I leaned in closer, trying not to make a sound
They took off their clothes, they were sure they couldn’t be found
I smiled and turned to you, you were staring at the moon
It was bright and orange; it was going to be midnight soon
Smoke has risen, showing all your faults
Your blaze has been extinguished, your charm is now gone
The veil’s been lifted; I see your eyes now clearly
And I can’t fathom why, for the life of me
That’s when I realised; I was far from your mind
And this time we spent together, it was going to be for the last time
We started heading home and the couple did the same.
I looked at them, I envied their little game
I never should’ve made that phone call
I should’ve just bashed my head right there against the wall
But I’m not going to spend my life in this stall
I’ll get out of here even if I have to crawl
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Country Song
00:50
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Lyrics for Country Song
I don’t think I can go on
I can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong
I tried to make it go away
But somehow it managed to stay
It’s so much easier to keep things the same
It’s so much harder when there’s no one to blame
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Handicapped Covergirl
03:29
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Lyrics for Handicapped Covergirl
I know that this will sound conceited
But I don’t think the world existed before me
Therefore I should have my own Country
My personal trainer and my army
‘Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me
I personally have nothing against you
But I know that one day I just might
And since right now I have no one to write to
I’ll pretend I’m not a bastard tonight
Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me
The storyline is pretty thin
But the violent scenes fill up the holes
I’ve had one to many punches on the chin
To give a fuck about your poor souls
Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me
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Lyrics for Mistaking street lights for satellites
If one thing’s clear, it’s that summer’s over and autumn is dying on us
Bitter cold makes it hard to warm each other’s hearts
What should be warm embraces are stifled by fabric
Kisses land on dry lips
But you look so good in that coat
I could be wrong but you’ve never looked so vulnerable
The word fragile works better
Sorry.
If one thing’s clear, it’s that trees reflect our state of mind
Bare-naked, shaking and grey
Sky that shade of grey that nobody likes
As we sort through photographs of summer vacation,
I’m reminded that it will come again
But your body feels so much better in this warm bed
Fighting against the frost in my window, we stare
The peeling of skin works better, works better.
Thanks.
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The subjects of love, life, and death are all dealt with in an elegant fashion in Martine Groulx’s compositions, as they reach out and grab listeners. Camaromance’s third album, The Parade, is more grounded in Americana, with a hint of shoegaze and less in the folk/pop universe that she originally came from. For fans of pretty girls that rip your heart out, guitar in hand. ... more
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