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Backsliders
02:59
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I think I know the kind of girls round here,
Bite their thumb at me and say distasteful things.
I can see them in their backyard limbo,
Pray for rain on their parade.
With my taste for poison apples,
There I was, I was a jaded seventeen.
It’s just the weather giving me a headache.
It’s not my scene.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
If you ever had an inkling, baby,
All the trouble that my love would bring your way,
Would you still have sought my understanding,
Would you have cared to learn my name?
We are travellers in their cold country,
Spoke the language but we didn’t know the rules.
Couldn’t say that we had been mistaken.
They knew it too.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
But I know you never had your doubts about this
I had always thought someday I’d feel it.
Maybe I was wrong to say I found it’s
Not me it’s you...
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders.
Once you have fallen, there’s no changing track, I am no fighter.
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All I Need
03:12
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All I need is a good cup of tea
I'm a little bit weary
Of weather forecasts and the obituaries
It's true that I waited for you
Like I had something to prove
As if I had nothing to lose.
Kiss me once and tell me twice what I know
You left me but you kept a little slice of my soul
The going's tough so I've been told.
It's hard to go back to the start
Pretend I go there a lot
Cause when you're drunk you're very smart
Fair's fair: say that I wasn't there
Or say that I didn't care
What's not broke don't need repair.
Indulge me in a little something I crave
Just sit back and watch me drown as I wave
I used up all my best intentions on you
I start off red and wind up blue.
You were never very kind
Take my lungs, cause I don't mind.
Maybe you will learn in time
or maybe you're just cruel by design.
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3. |
Laundry List
03:32
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You’ve gotten a bad rap
But I wanna know
What you know
And what you think
Your role is.
Birds outside are cracking jokes
But in here,
I’m trying to beat you to the punch.
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day.
And all the goals I might have missed
are shots that I didn’t take.
I’m standing by the door
I’m not ready for it.
Well, talking is sometimes like taking drugs
No matter what is said, it will never be enough.
This intricate ecstasy
Of mystery and tragedy
All goes to show that it still may erode in the wash.
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day.
And all the goals I might have missed
are shots that I didn’t take.
I’m standing by the door
I’m not ready for it.
Are we only now trying to break free of our cells
The body’s walls are thick though we built them ourselves, built them ourselves.
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day.
And all the goals I might have missed
are shots that I didn’t take.
All this thinking starts to wear
The carpets thin in the halls
I’m standing by the door
I’m not ready for it.
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4. |
Late Horizon
01:15
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5. |
Cartagena
04:01
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Made a name as a bad news prophet,
Though you still tell me I’m not.
Not that there’s a corner on it,
But that I do it a lot.
Now you’re pushin’, pushin’ a beach ball under water
As you try, to hold onto your dreams,
And the harder you push, it only makes it harder,
Still you dream about
Cartagena, Cartagena…
Drew a map out of salt and honey,
And I been keepin’ it close
Not that I’d a seen it comin
But I know savoury sweetens the dose.
Now you’re pushin’, pushin’ a beach ball under water
As you try, to hold onto your dreams,
And the harder you push, it only makes it harder,
Still you dream about
Cartagena, Cartagena…
Every limb is growin’
From the same tree,
And every river’s flowin’
Into the same sea.
That’s how it goes
but we’re blowin it big time,
as you no doubt know…
Can we learn how to float?
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6. |
Open Book
03:24
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If I were a thing, I’d be an open book
With all of the pages in your mother tongue.
It’s not quite that I didn’t see the wood
For all of the trees that block the sun.
If I were the past, I’d be an open wound
You touch me there, I’ll surely bleed
It’s not all bad but that’s a partial truth
And that’s not the best of me.
Empathy doesn’t make you good
And good doesn’t mean you’re right
Well I’ve been gutted by both so I know what that’s like.
Love is not a test we take
No, this is not a drill
I once thought love is a record and I do still.
So play me as you will…
Just like a boat out on the open sea,
So far from the safest shore,
This is the ride that I stood in line for,
These are the waves I was built for.
This is the ride that I stood in line for,
These are the waves I was built for...
Experience doesn’t make you good
If life hasn’t made you kind
Well I’ve stood on the shoulders of both so I know what I’d find.
Love is not a test we take
No, this is not a drill
I once thought
Love is a record and I do still.
So play me as you will…
I once thought
Love is a record and I do still.
So play me as you will…
I once thought
Love is a record and I do still.
So play me as you will.
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7. |
Room With a View
04:24
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It rains a lot here,
Still it’s better than snow
You can’t shovel water, and it
Helps the new things grow.
We live together
Still we die alone.
What’s left to worry about?
I’ll hide myself
Before the story gets out.
I know I wasn’t kind
Something’s always pulling me from both sides
I landed on my feet
My head is strong, my heart is weak
I couldn’t tell you but I tried.
It’s a step and a breath away
It’s a room with a view of nothing
The edge of the paper’s peeling back
How not to notice that?
I fought the battle,
The walls came tumbling down
What’s left but sorrow
In this rubble on the ground.
We live together and
Still we die alone.
What’s left to be worry about?
I’ll find myself
Before the story gets out.
It’s a step and a breath away
It’s a room with a view of nothing
The edge of the paper’s peeling back
How not to notice that?
He likes to say he’s got talented friends
If you like he’ll tell you all about them.
The edge of the paper’s peeling back
How not to notice that?
It’s a step and a breath away
It’s a room with a view of nothing
He’s found the switch to light up the light
So he’s all right, it’s alright, we’re alright
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King of Foxes Edmonton, Alberta
◒〘Rock Artist of the Year '22 WCMA Nom〙
◐〘Fierce & fragile〙
◓〘Canadian / Indie Alternative〙
◑〘Top 100 Albums of 2022 @ckuaradio.〙
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