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Crawly I
03:57
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Beautiful night there, nightmare week though
There was a tightrope tied over a deep hole
Dutifully moving in time, suited me fine
Same as the breeze blows
Same as the tune in my mind
Same as the trees, swaying beneath us
Take that to the window as I break glass
You can really get it wind-blown when the freights pass
I can really get my head going around the race track
Eighth lap and the brakes snap
And it takes that just to face facts
Say a good grace for a great catch
Get a bookcase and a hat rack
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Crawly II
02:19
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I don't bother with the rain check in the thunder or sleet
You gotta know that when it snows I tunnel under your feet
The path is riddled with the rubble its from hitting the wall
So even if I have to get down on my belly and crawl
You can't calm me
You can't talk me down
I'm crawly
It's why I'm tearing at my hair as I look up at the bluff
All of this suffering to duck around obstructions for what?
All the stuff we chewed up like a pack of ravenous mutts
I've got enough to blow the moon up in the back of the truck
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Shepherd of the sick sheep
Who lead me up to teeter on the cliff's peak
Totter with the thick deep water underneath
As if there peril were a gift I should be honoured to receive
I'm terrified to say that there were times when I believed
All the times I caught them by the fleece
Just to lead them back to slaughter should have tossed them in the sea
Let them wash up on the beach
Wander off amongst the trees
And never told the farmer what I'd seen
Herder of the lost flock
Curdling on the surface of the stock pot
Perched up on the stove top cooking
And I'm hurling through the rocks until my yearning or the clock stops working
Because the path's not crooked but it certainly is steep
The bitter pitter-patter of the sleet
And the scattered inner-chatter when the passages were bleak
And it passes at a creep like molasses at my feet
And I mark it by the gnashing of my teeth
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A couple plates and a pair of cups, barely touched
My finger tips and paisley cloth on the tabletop
I face the face of the ticking clock in the arid dusk
They took the pages and teared it up, fair enough
If the cracks don't move
Then the leaks won't too
It's a thatched hut roof
And the moon peeks through
I chip the paint with my fingernail off the chair I'm in
I face the ticking face of the clock in the tearing wind
A couple plates and a pair of cups, barely touched
They took the pages and teared it up, fair enough
If the cracks don't move
Then the leaks won't too
It's a thatched hut roof
And the moon peeks through
But the cracks just grew
And the creaks aren't new
And if that's all true
Then a latch won't do
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Flood
02:57
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Standing the in the ripples and waves
Coming up out of the drain
Watch everything around you change
I won't float, baby don't make me beg
I just look heavy
Levy only ever could break
Trouble is with wishing for rain
All the things around you change
I get jokes so no need to explain
Flood
Wading through the ripples and waving
Rising up the side of the bank
Watch everything around you change
I won't float, baby don't make me beg
The things around you change
Flood
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All I could muster was a serpentine, nervous smile
All of my burdens submarine under a certain isle
I made a homey little hole in the ground
I thank the whole thing for holding me down
I’m in the ocean where the most of them drown
Right off the coast the people poke and peek out
It’s not a ghost that’s got a hold of me now
None of these boats could hope to throw me around
Find me neither east nor west
I hauled it all up from the sea and wrote it right to left
Only the fools know what it means to need it from the net
I’m almost certain that the curtain was a sheet at best
Not even sea urchins could needle me now
I’m in the breeze with all the trees in the ground
I tied the tight-rope even tauter around
Not even hurricanes could teeter me down
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Handbrake
03:44
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Less than next to nothing in the ride
Aside from the fact that
Time waits for nobody so doesn't dying
And I wait for nobody time after time
Greasy like Esau and sleep in the slime
Slide to the wayside and blind-eye the signs
Time takes a toll until the bell chime is mine
All hail the tall tales and lies that I told
All hail and ice as I fly down the road
And my tires lose control
And I won't make the turn
All smiles from me though I dreamed of the curve
The dip of the landscape
The click of the handbrake
The hiccuping man shaped
The wicked and bland way
I staved off the traitors
The minute-hand sand snakes
The ache that I felt when I realized the crown's fake
Great gates of Hell there's a reason my hands shake
And hand shakes the tail
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8. |
Brakes Snap (demo)
00:31
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9. |
Shuttered Down
02:49
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Gutter-bound
Boarded up rather shuttered down
Putter 'round, putter 'round
Town to town to hound the heathens
Town to town
Boarded up
Not for nothing rather nothing but
Throw around both hands at once
Pound for pound until we're even then
Feeling rough
Lock it down rather seal it up
Make a meal or a scene for what?
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Trees
03:14
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You throw the can over the edge and look down
Down as the wind sort of shoves it around
It sounds like a sin because she loves you for now
But you're down like the trees by the road out of town
Give up the ghost
Hit up the coast
Kick through the driftwood and stones
Pick up the phone if you feel like it
Mostly you don't
Most of these rocks on the beach won't get close to this cold
Ode to your shook drowsy soul
You look one thousand years old
You catch the bottle to your lips and look up
Up to no good until you're real good and stuck
Never been kind to not one body once
Good grief go get it
Or let it be done
Give up the ghost
Hit up coast
Kick through the driftwood and stones
Pick up the phone when you feel like it
But mostly you don't
Most of these rocks on the beach won't get close to this cold
Ode to your shook drowsy soul
You look one thousand years old
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Motherhood Fredericton, New Brunswick
Motherhood is an avant-rock trio from Fredericton, NB, Canada.
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