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beech street I
02:20
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I was a mystery, a secret carved in a tree. I slipped from my hiding place, made a new space from paint boxes, auction finds, feathers in glass bottles in a line. Across the window sill sparrows in the rain, remind me you're not to blame.
I'm starting over with 4 strings, embarrassed to admit I mocked the whole thing. Made a clown out of something dignified. Never expected to be on a beach with no sand in sight. But I'm alright! I'm alright!
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instructable hands
04:02
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Tell me what I should do? I walk around and I stare at the trails you left. I don't want to die just cause you're gone. I just want to live and be your truth. But your heart, your hearts, your heart is so far away. But my hands, my hands, my hands are instructable.
So tell me what they should do love? Cause I swear they used to work so well, but now you're immune. I'll keep you from your thoughts, is that what you want? I'll share all these thoughts, is that what you want? I'll give you what you want, is that what you want? I don't know, I don't know -- cause your heart, your heart, your heart is so far away. But my hands, my hands, my hands are instructable.
So tell me what they should do love -- cause I swear this used to work so well, but now you're immune, so immune, so immune!
Cause your heart, your heart, your heart is so far away. But my hands, my hands, my hands - these hands are instructable.
So tell me what they should do.
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fear
03:27
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There's a spider in my head, a web of dread. Now the spider's in my soul - oh I don't know. Cause I can't tell which of these cars are moving and which ones are still. I just know all of these cars are making me ill.
I thought it was you I was afraid of. But if its not you I'm frightened of, who's following me? They say that fear makes you strong, but these fears make me weak. If you touch me one more time these spiders will freak.
I want to face each fear down. But I'm afraid that I'll drown. I'll be old in my bed, and understand all I've read. I'll know lies from the truth -- and I'll look underneath where the darkness can't breathe. And I'll stare my fears in retreat. Where the darkness can't breathe....
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i did the best i can
04:27
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And then you dovetailed away, I watched the air slip around your waist. It's like an ether that fuels me, fuels all my delays. You're like a warm day I conjured, just inches from my breath. Aggressive cuts they scar the most, you're still my light, I"m just your ghost.
We felt the breadth of time, just creeping up our spines. We felt the density of our words, thick between our lips. You're like a warm day I conjured, just inches from my breath. Aggressive cuts they scar the most, you're still my light, I'm just your ghost.
You said that lust is a young man's game. I'm like, I'm like this all the time. Cause it's an ether that fools me, makes me think death's far away. You're like a warm day I conjured, just inches from my breath. Aggressive cuts they scar the most, you're still my light, I"m just your ghost.
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beech street II
04:05
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Out from under cover, I swear I heard trombones. I undercovered pine cones and a nest of your hair. After the harbour trip I filled a locket with auburn memories to spare -- I knew I'd find you there.
I'm starting over with four strings, and the secrets that they bring. I'm closer to the past, and there's no going back.
Cause the waves roll in and the waves roll out, and shadows on the ground won't cause me doubt -- I was older when you found me.
Cause the waves roll in and the waves roll out, and the shadows on the sea won't cause me doubt -- cause I'm free from the things that bound me.
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light & salt
03:36
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You've got something to say tell me what it is, so I can bring you out with my fingertips. My neurotic attraction only lasts so long, three weeks max, four if I get you home. I mailed you a card, you mailed me some pot -- now the dog's on my scent and they won't stop. Baby they won't stop.
Contact, contact keeps me from floating away.
Sing with me me, sing it loud say it ain't-- much too crowded between lovers and lies, empirical laws, cynical trust.
You want to know where I'm coming from, I'll draw you a map. This icing on my brain makes me spit and crack. My neurotic attraction only lasts so long, three weeks max, four if I write you this...
Contact, contact keeps me from floating away.
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slipping away
04:54
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Days are slipping away into the senses. Buzzed around with sped up records. Read all the right books, sang out loud so stoned and proud. Sang out loud, so stoned and proud.
Feel everyone in this place, their smell, their slow talk of wishes. Exhale all of them out so I can fit you in.
Safer sound for these tired ears. Soft voice pulled me out. Salty shores, carnival whores. Sang out loud, so stoned and proud. Sang out loud!
Feel everyone in this place, their smell, their slow talk of wishes. Exhale all of them out so I can fit you in. Exhale all them out so I can fit you in!
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one thing
03:10
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What's the one thing you'll remember? What's the first thing that comes to mind? Is it the broken light, it didn't come on right -- or the spotlight in your mind? What's the one thing.
What I'm hoping, what I'm hoping for, when the times comes I forget all my lines. It's a good thing you don't listen - it's a good thing I"ve changed my mind. It's a good thing.
Walk around the block one more time, pay attention to the sidewalk. Walk around the block one more time, pay attention to the paintings and maybe you'll see it?
What's the one thing you'll remember? What's the first thing you'll forget? Is it my name? It was a false one and the poems are all plagerized.
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satin dream
02:01
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I want to bathe in something called satin dream. I want to smell like a flower you've never seen. I want you to hover like a botanist. I want you confused, perplexed.
I bet you thought you'd found your one sure thing. You thought you'd invented the real Mccoy of success. Is it not so up to snuff that you've gone to sleep and you won't wake up until the tub runs dry?
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heal
03:11
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What's your problem? What are the symptoms? She gets up and then she sits at the window. We don't know much about anything. A few words we mispronounce.
It's a jargon that can't help but sound foreign. Just want to know it's working out. Where does it hurt? What are the symptoms? Find the instruments and act the part. We do and say the right thing when we've got to.
I just want to know that it'll all work out.
Will we have to see the operation? Incision in more than one dialect. She's due to learn something new anyway. She says she knows what she knows and that's enough.
I just want to know that it's working. You speak the language that I understand. I know what I know and I'm thinking, I don't know much about anything.
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chords
01:55
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I've been looking for a sign, I've been singing the right lines, learning all the chords, trying not to act bored, I've been looking for a sign.
I was waiting for a sign, singing the right lines, learning all the chords, trying not to act bored. Toeing the straight line. I was looking for a sign.
I was looking for a sign. [go Brian!]
I was looking for a sign, singing all the right lines, faking all the chords, trying not to act bored. If I fall out of my chair, then you'll know I'm not really there.
I was looking for a sign, but it's never the right time.
I've been waiting for a sign.
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airplane exhaust
03:26
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You drove deep in the desert to think harmless thoughts underneath the white hot sky. Away from the airplane exhaust in my eyes.
You sweat all the firey words with the heart that beats too fast, line your pockets with my past Oh yeah
Got lost in the art brigade, just the sound of the sand between your toes
All those friends that you thought were near don't care. One day you'll be like me. When all that crap from between your ears, sow the thoughts that fade too fast, with a six pack and a tank of gas.
You drove deep in the desert, don't care, don't care. Away from my airplane exhaust, in my case I don't care. Sweat all the firey words in your voice so the heart that fades too fast, line your pockets with a tank of gas.
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little drops
03:22
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Little drops of rain, little drops of oil, looking down, walking by, I almost fell. Looking down, walking by I missed a fine tomato. Locked in a phone booth, locked away from me. Locked in a phonebooth, waiting for her man.
But I don't mean, I don't mean to fall that far below your standards, ain't looking good just trying to make a call. Thought I'd be in a fucking magazine, playing in a pile of leaves with the girl with the turtleneck sweater.
Forty days of dust falling on my hands, ran away, sweating tears, I couldn't catch her heel. She's a target for a thousand watts of stars, she ran away, all those years I couldn't catch her heel.
I don't mean to fall that far below your standards, ain't looking good just trying to make a call. Thought I'd be in a fucking magazine, playing in a pile of leaves with the girl with the turtleneck sweater.
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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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