1. |
Hold
02:51
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We could hold our breath
We could close our eyes
We could play dead
We could play alive
We could separate
We could change our minds
We could hesitate
We could hold on tight
Just hold on to your horses
Hold on to my hand
Hold on to our voices
Hold on to what you can
Hold on to the memory
Hold on to the past
Hold on to the silence
Hold on to the last
Is there something we can’t say
Something out of sight
Something we can’t trace
Something paralyzed
Something we create
Something we decide
Something we contain
Something we’re inside
That’s holding onto us
That’s holding us together
That’s holding us in place
That’s holding us forever
That’s holding us possessed
That’s holding us intwined
That’s holding us outstretched
That’s holding on for life
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2. |
Contact
02:24
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How we prayed for contact
In the quiet of a mind that won’t react
Those days we lost track
Of the blind spots in our eyes that won’t grow back
And they don’t grow back
The face we forgot
In reflections of ourselves and all that’s lost
Remains in our thoughts
Come and find us where we hide, ready or not
Ready or not
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3. |
Receiving
02:28
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We’re sending out, receiving
Reading out the feeling
Falling out of season
Sending out, repeating
Faking out the defence
Reaching out to old friends
Calling out for nothing
Holding out for something
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4. |
Glass
05:11
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They see me
They tell me I’d be happy
It would be so easy
If I could just step inside
They know me
The show me all that’s changing
All that’s fading
Reflections in our divide
We’re born in glass
Our hearts beat too fast
We’re born in glass
First of the last
They find me
They guide me through their country
Color TV
No life on the other side
They want me
They haunt me through the windows
Keep the blinds closed
I need somewhere to hide
We’re born in glass
Our hearts beat too fast
We’re born in glass
First of the last
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5. |
Everything
04:00
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Tell me anything
Tell me everything
Tell me anything that I can say
Give me anything
Give me everything
Give me anything that I can take
I will always be what I contain
Receiver and received in everything
I will always breathe the air I claim
Deceiver and deceived in everything
Call me anything
Call me everything
Call me anything that I can name
Feed me anything
Feed me everything
Feed me anything that I can taste
I will always be what I contain
Believer and believed in everything
I will always breathe what air remains
Deceiver and deceived in everything
I’ll be anything that I define
Outside looking in to the outside
I will never doubt my state of mind
Inside looking out to the inside
Anything, everything
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6. |
Sense
02:44
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You’re undercover and overhead
Over the counter and in the red
Between something that you once said
And the narrative you live instead
Though you can’t escape
From everything that’s lost in your head
You find some way
To make the whole story make sense again
You’re undiscovered and overlooked
Overstated and understood
Between the muttered and missing words
In conversations you’ve overheard
It’s all the same
Nothing ever happens you can’t
Explain away
To make the whole story make sense again
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7. |
Again
03:14
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I’ll make sense again
You’ll make sense again
We’ll all make sense again
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8. |
Into
02:48
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You can wait but you can’t wake us
You can stay but you can’t take us
You can speak but you can’t reach us
You can see but you can’t free us
Out from the covers
Out from inside
Out from the shutters
Out from closed eyes
And into the sunlight
Into the air
Into the outside
Into somewhere
But I can’t wait for you to wake up
I can’t pray for what I make up
I can’t hold what time has closed shut
So I’ll go, so I’ll go up
Out from my hiding
Out from the glass
Out from the silence
Out from the past
And into the blinding
Into the sun
Into the rising
Into someone
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9. |
More
05:58
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There are more words in me than I can speak
There is more hope in me than I can see
There is more time in me than I can spend
There is more beginning in me than I can end
There is more air in me than I can breathe
There is more truth in me than I believe
There is more love in me than I can give
There is more life in me than I can live
There was more
There is more
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Princess Towers Montreal, Québec
Folk-rock collective Princess Towers take their name from a 1970s apartment building widely derided as Kingston’s biggest eyesore. Like their namesake, they embrace a startling mix of familiar and strange, sound architectural principles and audacious design choices. ... more
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