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Written and recorded in my apartment in Hamilton, ON Canada

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released November 28, 2015

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Track Name: Parade
God,
don’t want to hear about your problems-
just wants to make sure you pay your taxes and you voted,
you’re up to date with your donations

And your job,
don’t want to hear about the puffy eyes of middle age,
or how you dance around each others wives like a parade,
like watching something get stolen

You’ve been
praying for change that ain’t coming
in this life anyway
and those Protestant boys
they’ve been out back for hours
they’re going to show me
the true pain of god’s powers
I suppose,
it’s something they don’t think
I’ve felt before

Take it for granted
as long as you can
they won’t care for forever
just as long
as money keeps exchanging hands
no ones the wiser

You’ve been
praying for change that ain’t coming
in this life anyway
and those Protestant boys
they’ve been out back for hours
they’re going to show me
the true pain of god’s powers
I suppose,
it’s something they don’t think
I’ve felt before.
Track Name: Impala
In my Impala,
your signature leopard tights
feet on the dashboard
you ask me for a light
on our way into the city
that signature sunset glare
reeks of ambition
highlights your dyed red hair

I swear

My mind was made up
now I don’t know what to do
it was so easy then,
now I’ve got you to lose
it’s true

In your apartment
underground parking garage
I saw so many things
I wish I never saw
all the carbon
pushing out any spare fresh air
and you in the drivers side
just sitting there

oh, sea of change
you’re polluted I’m afraid
oh sea of change
you’re polluted and your strange

Make no mistake

My mind was made up
now I don’t know what to do
it was so easy then,
now I’ve got you to lose
it’s true
Track Name: Stephen King
You were reading Stephen King
or maybe, you were reading him to me?
I don’t remember things all that clearly.
It was that one about the Kennedy's -
and he if he didn’t get shot
how things would be different but they’re not
and never will be
Oh,
time is a stranger
a curious danger
steps confined to clocks
tick toking through your heart
Oh,
natural beat escape me
replace me
groveling at your feet

I know I only call when I need a favour
But, look - I’m in serious danger!
J/k
but I’m about to get evicted could I
borrow a little cash?

I need a Sylvia Plath
I need a girl with an escape plan -
or at least someone to publish their diary,
so I could prove later that they lied to me
I’m not all that bad, if anything I’m just a little sad,
I could use some sympathy
please, a sympathetic arm
a shoulder to cry on
or at least someone to hold me up

I’ve had a couple rough weeks,
I’m probably going to have a whole lot more ahead of me

I know I only call when I need a favour
but please I might be in some serious danger
I’m almost not even kidding this time,
I’ve got a whole lot of enemies
that say:

Oh - fuck you man
and fuck your band.

But come on,

I know I only call when I need a favour
but please I might be in some serious danger
or, at least - I’m getting evicted I know that for sure could I please just borrow that cash?

I know I put myself in this position - but could you please just try to understand?

I’m not that bad of a guy, I’m just not that great of a guy.

I could really use a helping hand,
or even someone who is willing to pretend that their my friend.

C’mon,
you used to read Stephen King to me,
I think..?