1. |
Child-Like Bite Sizes
04:22
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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.
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; 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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2. |
Post-Modern Man
03:40
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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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3. |
Medicine Ball
04:08
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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. |
Deprived New World
04:13
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Sometimes I feel that we were born
Only to go and absorb others’ scorn
And our Mothers they gave us our compliments
And our Fathers embodied all we resent
I was responsible and best behaved
And I abide by your rules and I always have
And if you think that you might want to step out
You better rethink this action and settle down
Though the good ache still resumes
It is a better option to be exhumed
And the mighty deterrent is to reverse
The situation…but what they deserve
As for me, you never want to see what’s for me
You never want to see what’s for me
It’s all in a headache
It’s all in a backache now.
Training is better than what it’s for
But it makes no difference you’ve done the work before
And the wage is fair, but not so life
(so you swallow these actions)
Yet you swallow this all to build the best device
It has no trigger, chamber or sight
(so what is embodied?)
So you ask what it embodies to delight
Well, I brought the demo so examine one
(but be careful my darling)
But be careful because it absorbs your stamina.
As for me—you never want to see what’s for me.
You never.
I’m going away now but I’ll be sure to write
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5. |
The Last Contribution
03:59
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This bread has the flavor of turpentine
Bread as paint remover
When the bread tastes just like turpentine
Ah, your podium makes me weak
As I look over the top which is too steep
The masses confide in a lacquered
dive which still persists to appear
Genuinely contrived.
I was not that much contrived
If the room was oval, I’d believe
I was in a room less jovial
And if the shell was made all well and fine
I’m sure we could discover a passion on which to dine
But what is trying to poke through
What is trying to be understood
Is a motive quite transparent just like
a fine transparent sheet of wood that’s opaque
I don’t want to be fanatical
I find that so contrived
I don’t want to act like an animal
When I’m closed off inside.
I was not that much contrived
To close the door on one's hand
exhibits a sore that would no less demand
attention should one command it
The lines on my face are tokens of disgrace
Your podium makes me weak
As I look over the top which is too steep
The masses confide in a lacquered dive which
still persists to appear…
I look at this as a thing you’ve lost
You look at this as fine
But I would ask at what moral cost
Would you appear so genuinely contrived
I was not that much contrived
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6. |
Take That From You
05:09
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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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7. |
Soliloquy
01:46
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8. |
Dogs Equals Dollarsigns
04:57
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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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9. |
I Really Liked Harvey
03:32
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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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10. |
Along The Railroad Track
04:02
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On the red teeter-totter
Away from my grandfather’s cottage
You lost your earring
I couldn’t tell
How could I have been so thoughtless?
I want to tell you something
About when we were younger
I remember all of their faces
I knew unkind laughter
Walking the shore near the cottage
Far from the red teeter-totter
I held the seashell
Up to your ear
You said you heard running water
I cursed all of their hatred
My eyes burned of sweet cinders
I was over-compensated
Much like a cardinal in winter
Along the railroad track
Of my Ontario past
Everything that I regret
Is caught in this hidden net
I want to tell you something
About when we were younger
I remember all of their faces
I knew unkind laughter
Along the railroad track
Of my Ontario past
Look to the right of the map
That’s where you and I met.
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11. |
The Scavengers
03:29
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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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owenshire Ontario
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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