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I dig dirt
I gather sticks by the bundle
I move the earth
And fashion this debris into some sort of a tunnel
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
I am the worst of my generation
I pulled the lever, now look what I’ve done.
I am the waste of my generation
I was on the level, now look what I’ve become
My best friends
I’m trying to reach the end of your rope
But you’ve frayed the ends
And so I am abandoning all sense of hope, now
But my best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I’m not waiting for you to come to my rescue)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I pulled the lever now look what I’ve done)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I want rebirth. I want regeneration)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I was on the level, now look what I’ve become)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I want rebirth. I want regeneration)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I pulled the lever now look what I’ve done)
My best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
(I was on the level, now look what I’ve become)
But my best friend in the whole wide world is a shovel
I’m not waiting for you to come to my rescue
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Matthew
02:31
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Thunder in the distance
Children afraid
While good neighborhood cats strayed
and tried to avoid the passing cars
Trees sway forth
revealing a harsh wind from the north
That static is thick in the air
That’s Matthew
Call this Matthew
This is the calm before the storm
Hard to believe how few things are born
On a night as forlorn as this one
It’s closer now
The doors are shut and only one window is opening
to provide an alcove for anything hoping
That it won’t be as bad as predicted
In the distance dogs bark
thinking that it is fitting
that their only remarks
be not understood
by anything but themselves
I would call this Matthew
Does anything really exist as seen?
Light reflected through water does not quite lean
As uneducated men might
As helpless as a darling may dare
And nothing ever really seems to get smarter here
Get smarter
I would call this Matthew
The only thing stopping, this invisible force,
That yet bides the clouds, ever near
Held back, caught by its nape, fear
must run its course.
Mouth agape. A trifle late,
Still one could say: fate
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I Have No Theme (DEMO)
04:24
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I have no theme.
In this bouquet of wild flowers
And you have no theme
Random violence makes me ill.
I have no theme
Water colouring a migraine
I have no theme.
This facade is a pigsty, it is.
You gather wood, you gather moss
You construct a fortress of clay aspirations
You gather wood, you gather moss
You build a tower of loss without creation
You lay the foundation for a highway.
I have no theme
The tunnel road is misnamed
I have no theme
The graffiti designated
And you have no theme
You lazy altruistic
And you have no theme
You pitcher plant, you cannibalistic
Carve two letters, one makes sense
it’s all for your repentance
Pack this mud before your wall
Well thought out, and lacking in crassness
Insulate the wires for a highway
Insulate the wires for a landmark
We build a super information powered highway
We build a super information powered landmark
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Comicbook Theme (DEMO)
03:18
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Running down the staircase
A pocketbook in her hand
She had terrible migraines
She wasn’t used to making plans
And then she jumped off the overpass
A target that nobody could ever miss
She jumped off the overpass
So she really wouldn’t remember this.
Running down the staircase
A comic book in her hand
She tried to stop the crime wave
But she couldn’t meet the mayor’s demands
So she jumped off the over pass
A target that nobody could ever miss
She jumped off the overpass
So she really wouldn’t remember this.
Jumped off the overpass
And didn’t have the time to return his kiss
Jumped off the overpass
And boy did that really make a mess….
Running down the staircase
A locket held her hand
She played terrible mind-games
With her imaginary friends
Who said to jump off the overpass
A target that nobody could ever miss
She jumped off the overpass
So she really wouldn’t remember this.
Jumped off the overpass
And boy did that really make a mess.
Jumped off the overpass
And didn’t have the time to return his kiss
Goddamn the overpass
Goddamn this mess we’re in
Goddamn the futures past
Goddamn this whole fucking world
And she never returned here.
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Party On Wheels (DEMO)
02:39
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6. |
Sideshow (DEMO)
04:33
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I left you a message and told you to call
You never got back to me
Must you take everything so literal?
It’s just an analogy
Lisa got six, Erin got seven, Rob has got 17
This world is sick
This world is pleasant
And should be blown to smithereens
Worms are in the garden
Learning to crawl
It’s just an analogy
Must you take everything so literal?
We’re losing our sanity
Dan has got six, Randy’s got seven
Greg has got 17
This world is sweet
This world’s effervescent
This world’s beta-carotene
All I know is things have got to change
So I can sleep at night
I don’t know but I’ve got to say
Things should be alright
I was in the garden learning to crawl
It’s just a formality.
You were in the kitchen miserable
Let’s scatter these fallacies
Chris has got six, Amber’s got seven
Rob has got 17.
This world is sick
This world is pleasant
This world is a mystery.
All I know things have got to change
So I can sleep at night
I don’t know but I’ve got to say
Things should be alright
All I know, this sideshow’s getting away
It’s getting away
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Houseplant (DEMO)
04:47
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He was born on a Sunday morning
This was the dawn of the caveman
Planets aligned and the fire warming
The birth of civilization
Sharpened a rock and made a weapon
Maybe this is where his troubles started
Pulling her hair during mating
The birth of needless aggression
Who could predict
Her life would be over tonight
In due time
How could they know?
They were reportedly shy
And too blind
Door to door he goes calmly walking
He got a job as a salesman
Making the effort explaining
“I think they make them in England”
Back in his car on the highway envy
He wants his towels all monogramed
Somewhat selfish and greedy.
He treats his wife like a houseplant
Who could predict
His life would be over tonight
In due time
The neighbours would say
He was reportedly shy
They’re too kind
I won’t accept anymore
I don’t expect you to beg
I don’t expect you to lay your head down
On the foot of the bed.
I don’t expect you to yell
And don’t expect me to shout
I understand how the words can get caught
on the roof of your mouth
The neighbours would say
He was reportedly shy
They’re too blind
The papers would say
She was accordingly kind
In due time
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I’m afraid of the dark
I’m afraid of the day
Is it safe where you are?
And are you going to stay?
I’m a pillar of salt
And you are pieces of clay
I am making you whole
So you’ll never be patronized
So you’ll never be patronized
Here’s to making your mark
Here’s to eating your cake
Life’s just a walk in the park
so let’s go and join the parade
we’ll play a game of billiards
or have a round of charades
Here’s to breaking your heart
Now let’s go and have a nice day.
This is my arm
Helping to raise
You from the swarm
Of countless impurities
I’m operating in calm, mind you
We’re at the bottom, they say
Swimming among the billions
Of translucent sureties
So you’ll never be patronized
Here’s to being in love
(I’m afraid of the dark)
Or here’s to saving money
(I’m afraid of the day)
Neither falls from above
(Is it safe where you are?)
And nobody gives them away
(are you going to stay?)
Let’s have a walk in the park
Let's go and join a parade
(These are my arms seeking embrace)
I am a pillar of salt
So here I’ll stay.
(Yours can only discard and will not reach)
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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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