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Wild daughters
04:49
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are you coming with me? you can't be too hard. turn into a model like all the wild daughters, of red wine lips, and fine, fine hips. confidence don't matter; persistence is the answer. we could dream of secular nights, strawberries and whining about the state of the space race. instead we lose ourselves, in dog-eared books, fear of four-flight girls and harsh, white lights. disappear, disappear, back into the crowd. i can't hear, i can't hear, so i talk to the floor. there's a version of this; a perversion of facts. we walk away from logic, rely on "it's just magic". here's a list where we kissed with milk-frothed lips. my heart is weaker than they say it is; like a papier-mache chinese lamp, so don't scare me or throw any matches my way.
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metaphors
03:18
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i want to start the day again. i want to eat breakfast, toast, marmalade and jam. i want to start the day again but in a song, so it all makes sense. sick to death of the same numbers, numbers and letters don’t get along, don’t belong. i worry if i do X, you'll think i don't XY you, i do! i wasn’t looking for that perfect metaphor. talk talk talk our way out; we talk in circles and we both get lost. If everything here’s an equation, what's the probability of us? i wasn’t looking for that perfect metaphor. i could get immersed in it; you could be cursed with it. it's got to come to something, it’s got to add up. but let’s not fall apart about it. i wasn’t looking for that perfect metaphor. the smell of marmalade’s on my breath & the rain’s holding off, it’s one, two, five percent. the clouds gathering make a nice roof. it’s a coincidence 100% proof that i wasn’t looking for that perfect metaphor.
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radiowaves
02:29
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radiowaves
you drink in solitude, to save the world from you. that's the price I pay for drinking lemonade. if you can breath it in, it would make you sigh. If you can breath it in. we tried to build us a brain from all those radiowaves. the ones that travelled so far, from the dark distant star.
made love to paper dolls, they cut between your toes. you’re a sight that sure for these sore, tired eyes. you can breath it in, it'll make you sigh. you can breath it in. we tried to build us a brain from all those radiowaves. the ones that travelled so far, from the dark distant star. we tried to build us a brain from all those radiowaves. the ones that travelled the most, our ears still full from the toast. we tried to build us a brain from all those radiowaves. the ones that travelled so far, from the dark distant star.
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lipstick
04:35
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i'm still a cup. and you're still a teardrop. you can fill me up. wash away like hurricane dust. heavy on my feet, and light with my fingertips. burn you up with love. i'll smoke you out with cigarettes. baby, you can take me. you can rearrange me. fit me in when you can. tripping over lipstick and dirty little magazines. i'm at home, again. dress you up in burlap. i'll take you into my tree. you can watch the city burn. trains rumble by; i can hardly hear you smile. warm breath, cold hands -- senses in disarray.
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hibernation heist
04:43
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We're bears, sleeping through the worst of it, walking through the fog,
we're blind to conspiracy, we guard our secrets well, with our sweet brown faces, we'll pull off anything...we're bears.
We'll dance to the end of our tethers, there's no movement in the cave, yeah, you're breathing, you're okay, no need to look each other in the eyes, it's too dark to bother, don't try. We're bears....
(amazing sax solol)
We toss uneasily in a nest of apathy, we'll wait for poetry, we'll wait for poetry, we'll wait for poetry, we'll wait for poetry and shake off shared despair, we're bears!
(bear chorus)
The forecast's looking mighty fine, we're here for the long stretch and we don't mind -- there's already a path and it's a straight line. So cross the threshold of indecision, we'll trade these coats at the fork in the road.
The reason why we dream, the reason why we dream -- we're bears!
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judy
04:57
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you've been changing your name. maybe moving floor to floor. and who could blame you? i used to call you on a dare, when i knew you weren't there. always knowing you could never find me. not one to complain, but i'm losing you again. and noone knows i can't sing. but i imagine sometimes, you can hear me -- and you might, the walls are that thin. judy, i hope that's your name, you stared once & i caught you. judy, don't open your mouth yet. you'll probably say something i'll forget. i tried all the names that you whispered in the hall. i tried all the names in the lobby. there's probably a song for every girl in this town, but I want to sing this one just for you. judy, i hope that's your name, you stared once & i caught you. judy, don't open your mouth yet. you'll probably say something i'll regret.
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criminal
03:48
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i'm not a criminal. i'm still green. i promise we'll get away clean. how can i make a mark on this world, without the strength to make you my girl? our own private bubble, deep in outer space. i can feel the gravity pulling on my bones. cause my guitar feels heavier every day. dry lips to alcohol. the first sip of you is long. swimming in the radiowaves with news from back home. we'll leave these thick days behind. we won't miss a thing, though. got a greenhouse full of brides and jelly rolls. a jet-stream to blow away the dust from your heart. i can feel the gravity, pulling on my bones, as my guitar feels heavier every day.
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girls on radio
03:27
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girls on radio
i want more. like i had before i tuned in to you. you spin the records all too fast. you aren’t playing what i asked for. it’s too hot to argue; too hot to talk. where's my chick rock? where's my foxtrot? girls talk women rock, what's the problem? come on find me some good chick rock. a good tick tock that you won't mock. i'm throwing down the glove don't throw in the towel. i won't switch the dial even though i've been waiting quite a while, i don't know where i’ve been, just tuned in to the wrong station on the radio.
the louder it gets; the easier to place your bets & i’m betting on this year long stand-off there’s no reason to insist, but it would be better if we starting playing the same tune. if we believed, if i believed in rock &roll; in girls on the radio. what’s enough & what’s too much? i won’t quit if you say i can’t rock. i’ll say, oh, but i can roll, so roll over baby. let's go!
i’m pulling out all the stops. i’m reading between the lines. i'm waiting for the punch line. i’m a girl. i don’t want to take up your time asking for the same song, whining the same whine. the airwaves are forgetting. is it a lie? girls on radio
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trapped in a lazy heart
04:46
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once i've built a car, from parts i've found, we'll knock the teeth out of this old town. trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in lazy heart. a crazy girl with nothing left for me. a crazy summer with that wind on the balcony. though we can't go far, just on gasoline, we'll run and run maybe we can hide. trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in a lazy heart, trapped in a lazy heart. a crazy girl with nothing left for me. a crazy summer with that wind on the balcony.
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ten second sweep
04:29
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the streetlight hurts my eyes. i’m tying up our package of lies -- express post, post-haste, convince ourselves it wasn’t a waste. ten shadows smoothed over. a stone from the beach you never turned over. i just read something (somewhere reliable) you can’t store medicine in the the bathroom cabinet. it needs a place that’s cool & dry. that’s my only explanation for sweeping everything into the toilet. everything....all of your concert ticket stubs (you saw that band when noone had heard of them), your lucky Irish clover soap, that stupid purple toothbrush & the door key you copied. and i could have let myself in. i could have let myself in. i could have let myself in. i never let myself in.
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burning brides
02:01
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burning brides
waking up and it's driving me crazy. fear of quakes and the ants in this room. seem to know more than they're letting on. jumping ship. Heading for a distant shore. they don't know or care what we've been fighting for. they're making strides but they're burning brides in protest. saving for the trinkets that we think are best. you hate this place so much, why don't you leave it to us? we won't squirm. we won't put up no fuss. i dreamt that I was in a civil war band. i couldn't feel my legs. but i could play almost anything with a string attached.
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haiku
05:53
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haiku
i wish that i could understand haiku then i could write you a thousand hypotheses about dante -- i never wanted it anyway. i never wanted this. woo me, prove it to me -- i'm still obsessed with you. though you tell me not to be. i get down on my knees. i get down on the cold ground. even though she's not around. i wish that i could understand haiku, maybe then i could write to you…a thousand hypotheses about dante. i never wanted it anyway. i wanted you to know. to notice me. i just wanted you to know, i'm still obsessed with you.
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buttonfly London, Ontario
BIG NEWS: In 2024 we'll launch a new 11 track album "Secret Evening Radio". Early release tracks coming
soon...
Did you know...
1. Our 2017 EP "The Distance Between Us" has bonus 8 remixed tracks from our 2004 CD!
2. "A Map of This City" 2015, is 15 bittersweet songs, tangled & snarly.
buttonfly:
Linda B.& Pat T.: guitars & vocals. Dave T.: bass. Luke H.: drums. Brian S.: saxophones.
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