1. |
Venture Song
03:53
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(Lyrics by J. Barry)
sleep ma love, oh the low winds blow!
sleep my love, oh to leave you here alone...
a wooden box has got me by the throat.
steady, my heart, we’ve got to get out and on with it
steady! my heart breaks to give it all away
but trust and tide and time wait for me, not to stay.
it’ll be a while till i go home
to break out these wounds of stone
when i do you’ll see how i’ve grown.
wishes with a rose to warm you in the snow
i’d like to keep you out with birds and bees and
places you would rather be, i know.
so i’ll sing softy “the pipes, the pipes are calling...”
i’ll sing so softly and guide your ears so you can
hear us smiling.
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2. |
La Prairie
04:48
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(Lyrics by C. Emond)
la fillette sur la prairie
prend soin d’ses chats et sa famille
comme ma grand-mère a du faire
et maman a aprit
le ciel s’endore avec les petits
tous tassés dans le même lit
y’a d’la musique chez le voisin
j’entends l’violon, leurs chants sans fin
allons-y prendre un cou
on est mieux parmi vous
le ciel s’endore, on danse encore
conte-moi ta prière, le long de la rivière
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3. |
Embroideries
03:55
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(Lyrics by I. Maidstone)
inside the capsule that was my mother’s
under the table
i sipped a smoke ring while hiding
and looking for hooks and leads
every informant, a face or fable
caused an explosion
and added 20 more stories with 20 functions
i tried to sew shut my eyes and ears
my head to my toes threatened me
but the seams resembled dreamers
and i was touched by embroideries
knock at my door and interact with me
crazy day babe, stackin’ up the sheets
they’re all under the table
they’ve covered me to my feet
i cannot tell you ‘bout bells i’ve rung
they rang too frequently
wait! now i’m able to throw down the sheets
give you my ears for your mouth
then we’ll go to sleep
sleeping with intentions is the sweetest thing
thank goodness for you and the night dear
under the bridge, a mirror of city
beside the boys’ drawings
i was silent
forgot my mouth’s for moving
every informant, a face or fable
caused an explosion
and added 20 more stories with 20 functions
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4. |
City Part 1
04:55
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(Lyrics by J. Barry)
snow breaks on a mountain top,
sounds like it’s almost breathing.
snow falls though it would not stop,
i think it’s tired of waiting.
high hills and a smoke pipe,
branches with their wings tied,
windows with frozen faces
and little birds who didn’t make it.
i lost! i admit it, i fold, i fold!!
i lied to the city, i’m sorry.
i’m sorry.
my eyes turned the sky black.
i got stuck in a railway track
and when i awoke on the side of the road
with blood in my ears,
i was home.
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5. |
The Type
04:29
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(Lyrics by C. Emond)
she talks about herself
and golden dust burst
he spoke to her in a way
she became that girl
her mouth went numb
his eyes shine
wiped the troubled look right off my face
threw a smile in its place
damn. i needed some fresh air
and on my way there
i scanned the room for other casualties
i’ve never been the type to hate
i’ve never been the type to hate her for it
i’m really not like that
it’s never been like that
it’s really not like that
i’m really not so sure
if he stood waiting for me
i think he saw into my soul
so before we get old
we drove into the night
and sang ‘til it got bright
then there was sun
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6. |
Oh Those Altostratus
05:30
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(Lyrics by I. Maidstone)
you’re a little blue these days
oh sky!
take a load off
make yourself comfortable in my skin
i’m a little blue these days
oh sky!
take a load off
i’m gathering hostages in my skin
then we’ll run through the woods
with the animals
while i’m thinking
how in the world did i get to this place?
i’ve made friends and made foes
of the animals
and they’re showing me the reigns
and i can’t complain
we’ve all made love to you on blue days
oh sky!
the altostratus
well they sure have been good hostesses
to my skin
sometimes i grab at you these days
oh sky!
while folding time in piles
and wondering ‘bout those little hostages
in my skin
do they want to...
run, run, run.
run through the woods with the animals
while I’m thinking
how in the world did i get to this place?
i’ve made friends and made foes
of the animals
and they’re showing me the reigns
and i can’t complain ever again
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7. |
On A Good Day
05:12
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(Lyrics by C. Emond)
every day is a fight
it reminds me of yesterday’s
but stings like for the first time
life is always harder in the morning
when you should be bright
like outside, can you push yourself to pretend?
it’ll all work out on a good day
i might have been happy today
for a short while
it’s slippery
i need more than relativity
to convince me that i’ll be fine
cause i’m tired and i can’t make my bed
fix my head
but with the night comes some relief
how heavy to carry the grief
if i can keep it up throughout my dreams
i might wake happy
the moment lives more static free
and time becomes of quality
and this is where i make my dreams
i hear music everywhere
your fingers running through my hair
and a soft peace washes over me
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8. |
Montréal
03:53
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(Lyrics by J. Barry)
you wrote it the best,
you wrote it the right way.
thought it out of school house,
said it like a screenplay.
you pulled up the sheet,
i turned off the lightbulb.
we put on our sunday best
and kept out of trouble.
i invited my friends,
you invited yours
and we got high and stupid
and ripped up the floor.
i’ve been digging down for days
lamplight on my head
in the tunnel we’d create
slept for days
fill it up with water
till it floats me to the top
where i’ll scream and flip and wander
with a fresh screen on my fate
you wrote it the best,
you wrote it the right way.
thought it out of school house,
said it like a screenplay.
but i forgot the words,
then i lost my footing,
muddled up my steps
and gripped onto the roofing...
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9. |
Fire Fire
07:48
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(Lyrics by I. Maidstone)
when we burnt down the stable
the leather singed our hands
and we knew, and we knew, and we knew
so we stared at the moon
and i thought i could taste a fable
in the cusp of my leathered palm
and it whistled a song
the horses i knew put bells on their brothers
so they could hear each other
fire fire we’re jumping in the water
i pray that the cinders cling to each other
mindless mares and their mothers
cooked a meal by the ash
and watched the sky flash
they grew a taste for each other
they wove their leathered palms
into beautiful songs
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10. |
AT SCHOOL bonus
04:57
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11. |
Buzz bonus
08:04
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The O'darling Toronto, Ontario
This pocket pop orchestra carries impressive restraint in creating music that thrives on subtlety, never overwhelming but
yet always present.
Contrasting personalities and diverse musical sensitivities have shaped their unique sound evolving from an acoustic fairytale to orchestral alt-pop.
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