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Good Dream
03:15
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I woke despaired this morning. I lived a better life in a dream about you, and in it I was good looking and you didn't mind me calling you up. You were your beautiful self and I was somebody else, and you felt a fool you left me - my lovely improbably dream. Don't wake me up. I feel impaired like you know. I retry all our drugs and write a song about us. And in it I am your hero, and we don't have to use, we're both happy enough. When I'm hooked to the machine and dreams come with atrophy, and you have to choose for me please let me stay asleep. Don't pull the plug, I'm happy enough.
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Fall in Fives
03:36
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There's a room outside your window screen only you can see. I'm your boy who sees the fallacy, makeshift balconies. You're the one that I adore, hanging over thirty floors. Quiet lies, broken mind. Backwards through the motions that we go, I'll be right here at the door. Come in arms. You're apologizing profusely for adultery. You commit it lying next to me in recurring dreams. There's a place outside your door that you're better suited for. Hanging high, chased by time. Backwards through the endings that we know, I can't stay here anymore. Gone in arms.
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Stone Song
04:32
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How'd you like the puddle I found you in? Drowning in your own self denial, the more I relent the more the water's flowing like the Nile. How'd you like the puzzle I made for you? You keep it in the closet without trying. The more you ignore the more I will take you by surprise. The words in the chords will shake you out and leave us with your purpose. And willing, I'm on your side till it takes your life. You wait for the ghost to set everything right. The fool you play for thinking you're safe with me, when I claim what I'm made of. Blackest stone. How'd you like the old dress I bought for you? With the skinny stitches down the side, you take it for wrote. And don't come back until you fit inside. The words in our war will break us down and leave us without worship. And willing, I'm on your side till it takes your life. You wait for the ghost to set everything right. The fool you play for thinking you're safe with me, when I claim what I'm made of. Blackest stone. The fool I play to push you away. Your love just won't take 'cause I'm made of blackest stone.
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Pushing Paper
02:16
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I'll never make mistakes to please somebody. I push paper in my grave and all the gettings still weigh the same. I'm that lie that turns you on, you save it for someone who's strong. The blackest pitch in my heart and lungs, and leaving hopes on doorsteps you fall in line. I'm pushing on the walls. I get lucky, I get laid, I please somebody. You give me the worst looks, but we're getting paid and all the gettings still weigh the same. I'm that light you're turning off, saved till it's good enough. So the blackest pitch or the empty stuff? Or leaving hopes on doorsteps? I'm pushing on the walls.
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Duet
02:11
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Heart on the mend, you're telling your friends that you'll be fine. But no one else sees the tongue in your cheek, the waste inside. And how I would take you out, if you would see me strive. But it's been so long since you've given up you don't even recognize when someone tries. I'm pulling at strings. It doesn't change a thing, your made up mind. And telling your folks that it's all a joke. That love's a lie. And how I would take you out, if you would see me strive. But it's been so long since you've given up you don't even recognize when someone tries.
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Small Towns
03:49
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And not to say there are second thoughts, no. You're the same you always are, a stone's throw. If I don't leave I'll break you more. Still, I see a new heretofore. I'll run away and open up a small store. And I meet her in God's country and we talk sex over coffee. And the split in her lip indicates how she likes it; the values of a nuclear family. By default I'm better off alone. Despite your grave I feel safe on the back roads. I finally feel self control; you'll never need be beautiful. We'll hold our tongues and get along I hope. And we'll live like in the movies when our music makes our money. I won't think myself sick of dying young or getting bored of it, so we keep on having babies. I'm lost in the war. You're in my bedroom and I know you're dead, you are just a lonely ghost. Look out our window and you'll see our house on a cliff over the coast. It's late at night and I'm beside myself with the one I miss the most. You're in my bedroom and I know you're dead, you are just a lonely ghost.
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Northern Heirs Toronto, Ontario
Northern Heirs is an indie band from Toronto Ontario.
This project is a labour of love born of a desire to make
thoughtful, honest music about the places we come from and the people who live there. New single & debut 6-Song EP out now. New music soon!
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