1. |
Mountain (live)
02:48
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You wait ten minutes but who’s counting
It’s not like you had plans to do
Rather than stand straight, I’m crouching
Must you take that now too?
What I hate
I had to wear my jacket tied around my waist
I broke the pact
Under scrutiny because I got attached
And if I jumped off of a mountain
Would you jump off of one too?
I drank from your estrogen fountain
And now you would deny me proof.
What I gave
They put their trust in me so I guess I should behave
What I thought
Caught me unprepared is exactly what I got
What I made
My best caricature is the shell of an egg
If I jumped off of a mountain
Would you jump off of one too?
If you do then who will come to me after?
And that seems to be the greatest truth
So I am glad
That your healthy disposition hardly renders you mad
What I’m not
Is after your innocence when you tell me to stop
You find the images attractive
Impressionable so what do you do
I’m blushing now because I’m flattered
Is that what you want?
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So still the sickness it stays
It’s a long, long way to the opera
At the pit of my stomach
Smoldering meat that remains all raw
Through the round-rim glasses at the bottom of
The ocean.
Come Santa take one on your knee
Take another on the side of your jaw
I might like to watch you bleed
And let the glaciers of missions thaw
I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach
It won’t go away, then I see her thigh
Whenever I get to start forgetting
I’m always reminded anyway
And then I get the urge
If I want a bit of pleasure
Then I must endure the surge
Of boredom to come afterwards.
Sacrifice. No one hassles without the
slightest motion.
Notions I’m unaware of. The insects.
Don’t make fun of me
And don’t make light of this
I don’t want to take the risk
Coming over me like a sleepy mist
From the ocean. The mellowness mixed with bile
Still produces a smile of unfailing devotion
Can a man cry and love another man
Rule until we die. What are you saying?
He tried his best. He was a friend.
I have some more. Let it wash over.
I don’t have anymore.
Don’t make fun of me and don’t make light of this
I feel let down. I wear a frown.
I sleep with my head under the covers
I get uptight. Girl that I like.
Butterflies in my gut. Go to the washroom.
Never hung out or went around
Yet I make plans for the future
I learned today about a guy.
He can’t walk proud. It’s his street too.
Girl in my eye. She don’t like me.
I wish that I was in a cheap movie.
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3. |
Medicine Ball (live)
04:22
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Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all
Maybe I don’t want to grow up free
Maybe I don’t want you to grow up through me
Because there’s much more than ghosts in my head
Making me sick to my stomach
Making my face turn blood red
Telling me all that I wasn’t
I’m in awe
Of this medicine ball
I’m distraught
With this particular cause
It’s in all of us
We are the mannequin dolls
And I’m at odds
With these inherited flaws
Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to lift up this medicine ball
Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean
Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams
Because there’s much more than hope in my head
Making me sick to my stomach
Making my feelings regress
Feeding this all with my silence
I’m in awe
of this medicine ball
I have seen all of this
Somewhere before
I can’t stop these petty insults
I can’t stop these competitive thoughts
Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all
Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean
Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams
I’m at odds with this Medicine ball
I’m at odds with a benevolent God
I’m at odds with these repetitive flaws
You are a doll
You are a mannequin doll
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4. |
Poverty (live)
02:47
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A belt of characteristics
It may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
How can I make a difference?
My head is under
My bed is under
This grip of vicious teeth
The corner store down my street
It may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
This stone is dry
My honor is dry
And I want to know why
I want to know just what I’m missing
The lower step near the bedroom creaks
And it may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
I lost my wallet
How in this world can I get money?
How in this world can I get lucky?
How in this world can I get lucky?
A memory washed of all things obscene
A running night’s catch of all things I dream
It’s not much, but it’s all that I’ve got
I, I’ve got a plan
I just need a little support here
A little support here
And you
You’re my only fan
I just need a little support here
You were the only one
I’ve got a plan
And now it’s the only one
You were my only one
I, I’ve got a plan
I’ve got a plan
I’ve got a plan
You, you took no action
You take that back
You take that back
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5. |
The Scavengers (live)
03:51
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Oh, June aids my sleep
Promises I must slave to uphold the keep
The water here has grown to seep
Don’t kick me where I breathe
Don’t kick me where I breathe
I don’t care you fucking fools
You’ll break my back to bend your rules
Let them drown in bloody pools
But miss me when I leave
The scavengers come near
And whisper in my ear
Persuasive enough to make it clear
That there’s nothing else to fear
Except the evil thoughts to steer
Oh, the scavengers
Oh, you scavengers
I believe
Racial trends I’ve known deceive
This congress that I so well weave
The wants before the needs
Take them now they’re going fast
While people shout they’re free at last
With little doubt outside they’re cast
And tallied on my sleeve
And tallied on my sleeve
Into Hades that smoldering heat
Where bones so white do pass and bleach
I will follow in their lead
And answer to this machine now.
But miss me when I leave
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6. |
He Wanna (live)
05:21
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You never let me have one
Said I wouldn’t take care of it
You never let me have my own way
You never let me have my own way
Have my own way
You never let me have my own way
I wanna, he wanna, I wanna, he wanna, I wanna
He wanna, I wanna,
But you never let me have one
Said I wouldn’t take care of it
But I proved you all wrong; I have it
You never let me have my own way
You never let me have my own way
Have my own way
You never let me have my own way.
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I rescued a bird and I think it felt better than me.
(Deprivation of air. I made a killing.)
Melted the carpet through my soliciting
(The house is very dirty)
The Partisan cloud was free floating through my Red Sea.
(Where are you now? It’s all left to the Ivory)
And you dressed the wound so it looks so much better,
it smells so much better, it feels so much better.
Why are you so able now?
When I write it I don’t like it.
And that’s enough.
Thanks a lot.
He grasps the plot ‘cause he thinks so originally
(but my letters never arrived)
Hold that thought, I think I hear a soft subtle plea.
(Which one of us has the mercy?)
I called from work and asked for extension 903.
(The voice was robotic, distant and always phony)
Instructed them all with logic and hard imagery.
(The next one to cry is the next one to die, no acting)
When he goes home he attacks the next thing that he sees.
(You make it all worthwhile when we conceive)
And you dressed the wound because it looks so much better,
it feels so much better, it smells so much better.
Why are you so stable now?
When I write it I don’t like it
You only cry when you’re frightened
You only believe when you’re frightened
That’s enough.
Thanks a lot.
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8. |
Fool's Goldmine (live)
00:29
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hey, hey why so angry?
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9. |
Goldmine (live)
03:10
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Hey, hey, why so angry?
I, I fell in a goldmine
You, you covered it up
And there was nothing left to know.
This, this, this is a sudden
Turn, turn, turn of events now
I, I struck up a match but
There was nothing left to show
This time you’ve gone too far
My air supply is cut off
And there’s no room for talking
Well who the fuck do you think you are now?
Scream, but screaming is not the answer
I’m, I’m feeling so stranded.
You, you, opened your hands but
There was nothing left to show
In here there is no light but
There, there, there’s many metals
I, I feel sentimental
But there was nothing left to take
I want nothing from you
You meant nothing to me
I’ve had enough of this
I can’t help but express my distaste now
I want nothing from you
You’ve taken something from me
I can’t replace this
Yet you sit at home and polish it
I’m not stopping
Until you start acknowledging
All the heartache that I’m cataloguing.
Well how can you ignore this now?
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10. |
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Cold stares and a nice blue jacket
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
I don’t know why I’m always the jackass
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
A frozen thought and a no-slip ratchet
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
Forget a friend, I am only an attachment
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
La di da. You get me everytime
Do I really need your ambition
to make an informed decision?
All at once you became so demanding
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
It’s gotten so I don’t know what I’m defending
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
I always found your little ways so immaculate
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
I see them tarnished, reduced to a sack of shit
you get me everytime, you get me everytime
You get none of it.
La di da. You get me everytime
You have the right idea but your execution isn’t
very effective.
And I truly believe all you really need is a little
guidance now.
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11. |
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How I spent my summer vacation was a lie
Bright white sand
We’ll eat meat
We’ll have fun
We’ll get heat
In a month
It was fun
It was grand
I put my hand
In your hand
My vacation was a lie
Bright white sand and clear blue beaches that divide
I had a boat
And it was large
Left to repair
But it had a hole
And I took care
Don’t repeat
Boy you should have been there
My vacation was a lie
Rotting fruit and scenery with little flies
Crowded markets and souvenirs that I despise
But we can’t wait until next year and that’s a lie
(that’s not a lie)
We’ll eat meat
We’ll have fun
You’ll be my
Number one good night
It’s not bleak
For two weeks
No deceit
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12. |
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As he continues
Then I bought some geraniums
I bought some uranium
I took a trip around the world
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Cause I wouldn’t take that from you
It was only in my head
And if my head doesn’t get too big
Then maybe the world outside will stay small
Small enough to fit in my pocket
And small enough to fit in this ego
Well not quite that full
And not quite that small.
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Because I wouldn’t take that from you
They leave their hearts near the schoolyard
Without restraints
But nobody steals them because we’re all just good honest people
yet I can’t relate
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Because I wouldn’t take that from you
You will never hurt me
Love is there to stop you
I gouged both your eyes out, because you stopped to stare
If you miss me this time
Well next time I might not care
I have no sympathy for your life’s injuries
I’ll scratch your back
And you’ll stab mine
Everything will be just fine
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Cause I wouldn’t take that from you
You shouldn’t take that from me
You will never hurt me
Love is there to stop you
You shouldn’t take that from me
Cause I wouldn’t take that from you.
As he continues
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Cause I wouldn’t take that from you
You will never succeed
Doubt is there to stop you
But you shouldn’t take that from me
Because I wouldn’t take that from you
You will never hurt me
Love is there to stop you
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13. |
Soliloquy (live)
01:38
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birds flying over ocean
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14. |
Post-Modern Man (live)
03:46
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There was a war
And past the attack
We will come back
Our enemies swore
But we were on land
Linking all our arms
Now away from harm
We knew that we could dance
With a post-modern man
Cut out of stone
His throat was full of tone
This being how he sang
And his millennium ran
Out my backdoor
Into the cold
With its head in its hands
And winter is cold
And the people are colder
(the seasons are open)
And when you are self-aware
There is simply less to be scared of
And there was a war
Inside ourselves
No one could help
We simply had to abort
But there was a port
Not far from here
Towards which we steered
So we could pin the award
On a post-modern man
Of our very own
We never were alone
For this particular span.
And this millennium ran
Out my backdoor
It couldn’t take anymore
It had all it could stand
Yet this postmodern man, well, he wasn’t sure
And the future is sold.
And the people they know it.
But when you are self-aware
No matter the wealth of despair
There’s simply less to be scared of…..
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15. |
Love Is Dead (live)
02:59
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You want some
I have lots
This makes sense
This was sudden
I thought that love was dead
I heard that love was dead
Better not kill off the messenger’s note
Things seem fine
I think too much
When you’re gone
I feel so untouched
I heard that love was dead
I heard that love was dead
Moved like red leaves in the autumn’s cold
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16. |
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You’re passive aggressive
That’s perfectly natural
With every impression
Non-confrontational
I think you’ve had enough time
It’s time to give it in
Anything unholy
It must have been a sin
I’ve sat here before and I’ll sit here again
I’ll stand when I want and I’ll leave when I can
I trust myself but there’s nothing else to do
So I’ll sit here again and reminisce of you
I want a boat that will not leak
(the world went calling)
I want a dog you will not beat
(and what was answered)
I want a sky with rosy cheeks
(was unimpressive)
The sun was so bright I could barely see light
I’ve had enough of today. I saw you before
But there is nothing else to say
So I guess I’ll save my thought for another day
But once I start I miss my mark
How to go on is the hardest part
For once I start I miss my mark
How to hold on is the hardest part
For once I start I miss my mark
I want a child that won’t make mistakes
I want a world not divided by hate
I want a snowfall perfectly shaped
I heard a bell ring it’s never quite the same
The seasons would pass but the memories stayed
Now I sit here again with nothing to do
The memories are gone and so are you
But once I start I miss my mark..
How to go on is the hardest part
For once I start I miss my mark (in heaven)
How to hold on is the hardest part
For once I start I miss my mark (in heaven)
How to go on is the hardest part
For once I start I miss my mark
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17. |
Oscar Wilde (live)
03:45
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I
heard your heart beat
Oscar Wilde
In your breastplate deep.
You said don’t weep,
my child.
Just get some sleep,
Because in a while
The morning sun will rise
as the grief leaves your eyes.
As fatigue leaves your eyes
As the sleep leaves your eyes.
I
watched all your dreams
the admission
was free.
Turnstile, it struck my knee
on the exit.
But my voice wouldn’t shriek
I wouldn’t let it.
My voice couldn’t speak
I would not let it.
My voice wouldn’t shriek
My face dropped
down from its smile
I feel right now
just like Oscar Wilde.
Oscar Wilde.
I’ve heard your heart beat
Now for miles
underneath the sea
in your breastplate deep.
Just out of sonar reach.
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18. |
Nice Machines (live)
02:39
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because it's so serene
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19. |
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I say surprise
We’re cutting the ties
Like syrup from the sap of trees
I declare, this doesn’t make sense to me.
Can’t understand it.
Oh, it’s a magical journey now
We take the best parts of a cow
And we pickle them so they don’t sour
Then we devour.
Sweetness gathers flies
Snakes don’t close their eyes
We do the opposite when we sleep
I declare this doesn’t make sense to me
Can’t understand it.
Oh it’s a magical flavour to taste
We take the best parts of the race
We tickle them until us they then face
Then we replace.
Can’t understand it
The appendage
Of reinvention.
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20. |
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The sun, it took a long, long time to set today.
Just like a man who’s approaching death
His feet swaying below his neck.
Eyes rolled inside his head
He sees the entrance
He sees the entrance.
Yesterday, in a previous state of arrest
He was the sun’s first guest.
Ain’t that a Son-of a bitch.
I say, life’s a dirty trick
But now he feels elated
He feels elated.
I was reading out behind the barn
It was a story by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The day is already approaching dark
And I still have a ways to walk
So I know I won’t finish
But I’m too proud to give in
We were playing near my grandma’s store
When we heard the thunder roar and roar.
You said you had to piss like a race horse.
You said that a pumpkin was nothing more
Than a house rats live in.
Than a house rats live in.
We worked so hard, we worked so hard
to maintain this level of comfort.
We work so hard to raise our heads
In this public that sees they’re encumbered
And it’s so wrong that this home of ours
Is pregnant with fear, and asunder
And I’d stay and fight, yes I would
but I find that we are outnumbered.
Outnumbered.
I used to want to be a sorcerer
I walked around a church three times backwards
Repeated all the funny and fancy words.
Drank a homemade elixer
Inebriated, Inebriated
You found me asleep in the graveyard
You shook me awake using both your arms
Your look told exactly from where you stood
I said “I’d never leave this place, if I could”
You said, “pardon?”
You said, “pardon?”
We worked so hard, we worked so hard
At burning all the remains.
Every table, every cradle
And now we begin again.
It’s this birthmark, it’s this birthmark
I used to think it a stain.
Now I’m able and I’m thankful
To see it outshine the plain;
It’s in the right place.
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21. |
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18 and I have a bedtime
How does that make you feel?
The tip of my foreskin
Reading medical textbooks
As he guts fish.
How does that make you feel?
They told me so
I really have no problem lying to you
My actions And my conscience
Are best of friends Pleased to meet you
The smell of propane makes me nauseous
I don’t think you love me as much as you say
You do
And I hate the laughter of children
Having another…..ahhhhh
Another mental…..ahhhhh
Another mental……ahhhhh
Another mental……ahhhhh
I’m not afraid of anything Cause I know the Lord is my guide
I know the smell of Cancer And I know the things that you hide
I’m not afraid of anything cause I know the Lord is my guide
A fire opal in my pocket Give the world an orgasm
And it’ll take over itself
Killer bees in my shredded wheat
I had
Having another mental seizure
Mental seizure
Having another mental seizure
Having another mental seizure
Mental seizure
18…
18 and I have a bedtime
I have a bedtime.
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22. |
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I
heard your heart beat
Oscar Wilde
In your breastplate deep.
You said don’t weep,
my child.
Just get some sleep,
Because in a while
The morning sun will rise
as the grief leaves your eyes.
As fatigue leaves your eyes
As the sleep leaves your eyes.
I
watched all your dreams
the admission
was free.
Turnstile, it struck my knee
on the exit.
But my voice wouldn’t shriek
I wouldn’t let it.
My voice couldn’t speak
I would not let it.
My voice wouldn’t shriek
My face dropped
down from its smile
I feel right now
just like Oscar Wilde.
Oscar Wilde.
I’ve heard your heart beat
Now for miles
underneath the sea
in your breastplate deep.
Just out of sonar reach.
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23. |
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Tell me why’d you do it
Why’d you fucking do it
I’m allowed
Tell me why’d you do it
Why’d you go and do it
I’m allowed
You’re the bad one
I’m the good one
Why’d you do it
Why’d you go and do it
I’m allowed
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24. |
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Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Believe it’s getting, getting old
But let’s hope that no one can tell
She’s blaming him for every
Everything since the first day they fell.
She’s hating him for everything
And she’ll forgive
when it’s a cold day in hell
It’s getting colder
That was then and this is now
Is what he told her.
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
It’s raining confetti, yet he
Won’t celebrate with the new year’s bell
She’s blaming him for every
Everything since the first day they fell (in love)
She’s hating him for everything
And she’ll forgive
when it’s a cold day in hell
And ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
Ah-ha, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
That’s what he told her.
That was then and this is now
But it’s not over.
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
This year’s colder so
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
This feels horrible
90% water, we are 80% water,
It’s what tears are made of
And there’s nothing left to talk about
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
And I told you so…
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
Ah-ha, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
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25. |
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Hello, it’s me, it’s your best friend.
I have something to send to you.
It’s warm, it’s here on your best day
Not unlike your birthday, too soon.
Go on open it up early.
It’s yours for eternity
You deserve much more than you get
I hope that this is not inadequate
I thought this was gentle, much less detrimental than a holler.
And I will spend all my time forsaken to pine.
They all know: you’re wearing my clothes; I carry your picture in my wallet.
Go on have all the joy you can muster
Your eyes will never lose luster
You’re bright like a radiant star
And I wish on you from afar.
Go on wake me up so early. I’m yours for eternity.
You’re my bright radiant star
And I never want to depart.
I thought this was special, much less detrimental than a promise
And we shall travel through time, our lives intertwined
Only to fall in the sea, the water will be the perfect cover
I love you for all that you are, you’re my radiant star and there’s no other.
Go on. Tomorrow is not so early.
I’m yours for eternity
You shine like a radiant star
And I never want to depart.
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Owenshire was born when Robert Muhlbock bought a bass guitar in 1992 and began recording dozens of bass and vocal demos
under that name.
Two albums, numerous "live demos," one too-long hiatus and (most importantly) one bass distortion pedal later, Muhlbock continues to release riff-based alt. rock, scattered with lush harmonies and dotted with cryptic and/or disillusioned lyrics.
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