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Wide-eyed optimist looking for a sarcastic Saggitarius
Airplanes in your window, I don't want to break your confidence
Spying for a look-see that blow my impressment with the sound of happyment
I'll gladly not harbor your boats, knowin' that in a house of resentment nothing grows
This unlikely pair, this unlikeable prune, it's a cream-puff wedding of two
Underachievers and nancy boys abound, waiting on the weather
In the sleeping house
Where we're at arms length and at least two words apart
Catalogue reaction, pleasant inconsistencies, a sally on your toes
Makes a better breakfast I know
Where your sweet sin scenery sleeps
Those moving words dressing up
I've got a pretty good idea who I'm standing on
I'll gladly not follow your voice,
Maybe a phrase or two
This unlikely pair, this unlikeable prune, it's a cream-puff wedding of two
Underachievers and nancy boys abound, waiting on the weather
To settle down
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Yeah, you're my warm cherry center
In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss
You're my pineapple cider
You're the worm in my grapefruit
I'm sorry I can help you
Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Woohoo, hoohoo
Eat shit
On a bus budget
The standard height of some
The body had a song
Nobody, ah, come on
I'll come on Sunday
And move it
This is some nightmare
I am sharing with all of you
Falling in clumps
To follow my feet
Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Breeubreeubree
Forgetting the fingers in your dress
Waiting for the spring
To open up the window
Got a rope, that's a smile
Dig deep graves
Press those lips around you
All he needs is a good talking to
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Waiting thru a river of stars
Our lips touch like butterflies from a cannon
Taking belly-button baths with Mr.Neptune
And my hippopotamus
Tennis shoes on
Moonlight bounces off the ocean
And gets stuck in your hair
Does my voice not have wings?
Yours are the only ears I wanna disco when I say
You're the one I'm breathing for
Putting a raisin under your pillow
And a couple in your heart
to fall out when you laugh
Like a volcano laughs at a Chinese octopus
You need a cat for chasing angels out of the kitchen
A blue crab apple spider
Makes a web out of banana cream
Does my voice not have wings?
Yours are the only ears I wanna disco when I say
You're the one I'm breathing for
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Let out a final gasp of hope
Into a darling gay world
There it goes
Doubt it if they'll even know
I'm gone
The recipe of words on how to be welcome
To a heart
Dodge the bombs each time
And you blink
You don't notice
Tiny stars falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
This can't be real
I could count a hundred times
That I've followed your ghost into bed
Or shook the receiver so
A hint of your voice might fall out
After 21 years of waiting for this
I come to find that
A day is enough for you
To ask me to leave
You don't notice tiny stars
Falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
Whispering, "This can't be real"
Unless you lied
Let out a final gasp of hope
Into a darling gay world
There it goes
Doubt it if they'll even know
I'm gone
You don't notice tiny stars
Falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
Whispering, "This can't be real"
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I don't know
What is your gift to the world
Many handsome eyes opened up
Your little friend
Learning the names
Been tough to count the big jukebox
Something helped me a lot
Your little friend
The telephone only lets me borrow
The comforts of your voice
Then it's you to enjoy
Let's make a pact
Allow me that dream
The telephone only lets me borrow
The comforts of your voice
Like we have a choice
Let's make a pact
Allow me the dream
Notes being played
How you care to the face
Add another gem to the world
No fireworks
Letter number 6001 on return
Dose off and let her quietly mosey on in
The telephone only lets me borrow
The comforts of your voice
Like we have a choice
Let's make a pact
Allow me the dream
The telephone only lets me borrow
the comforts of your voice
Then it's you to enjoy
Let's make a pact
Allow me the dream
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One in a thousand black friendlies
Pitching we all should meet
In the freak-out place
Where a birdhouse waits
For a banger's make-up badge
Up black songs
Shiny's all I see
The good you started to tug on
Silent colored goose sleeping on a fire
And Telly snaps far and back into his bed
It's easy to push down with my puny hand
Shiny's all I see
The good you started to tug on
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Your hands are on this
It's unwound, thanks for asking
I very rarely get angry
Basically, I think you're fucked
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending
And bending
You make me so mad
You don't put it any effort
I'm so sick of trying
I don't want to give up on you
This is all the room I want
The bed is gone, of course, he blanked
I know my face below twigs crack
I watched the ball, it hit the ground
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending
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Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
You, you still want him back
You, you sit there and tell me that
You, you still want him back
You, you sit there and tell me that
Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
You, you still want him back
You, you sit there and tell me that
You, you still want him back
You, you sit there and tell me that
Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na na
(Na na na na na)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
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Standing behind the counter
Making all kinds of mistakes
Woody Allen couldn't have made a funnier film than you
Standing there pushing, pushing
Winter off of autumn
Sweeping sunlight off the sidewalk
On the pavement in the park
Hiding behind my scarf
I'm making rude comments to myself
Playing that I'm Mr. Invisible
Nobody sees me
Leaning there saying, saying
I'm just another voice in an ocean of voices
Thankful
Happy mood swings softly
While you put in a half-day's work
I'm just waking up and shaking
The sleep out of my hair
Leaning there saying, saying
I don't want to take the time
To work things out, I'm so lazy
Thankful
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The man in the bathroom keeps on taking my photograph
While telling me that bugs don't like music
I trained them all to answer my telephone
But he always runs when I try to plug him in
I watched a pink lady attacking an elephant
And she's got a soldier on a paper
He shoots me when I'm in my underwear
I can't sleep because he always wants to talk
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I know this kid with really long hair
Likes to kiss you in public places
He gives good looks
And really pretty conversations, hey, hey
I'm not like him, I don't speak well in any place
I know this kid with a really nice clique
Likes to drag you into places
He takes nice walks
And would like to add you to his list
I know this kid with really nice feet
And really big teeth, hey, hey
I'm not like him, I don't ask much of you to hang out with me
I know this kid with a really nice face
And a really special personality
He likes to stay out, sees and notes the goings-on
Always likes to be in the center, hey
I'm not like him, I don't ask much of you to hang out with me
La da . . .
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All aboard
Last train leaving for Tennessee, Ohio
I burnt my tongue
It fucked me up for days
My roommate said
She hadn't seen her for some time
She told me something
Then asked me for advice
No, I couldn't point her in any direction
Shoulders roll with the tombs
I found a way of life where no one matters
Now it flows from my mouth
Like a stroll down memory lane
Yes, sir
My ears perk up
When they mention my name
My fingers move
In my pockets for fun
Oh, I ain't getting married
Without a bottle in both hands
And a ring that shows allegiance
To anything but what we have
Shoulders roll with the tombs
I found a way of life where no one matters
Now it flows from my mouth
Like a stroll down memory lane
You got to love someone, got to love someone
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I am age four and Uncle Anders and baby
Wear me like a winter coat when you're the worst weather
Rally 'round Richard, quite a handful
He's a mad apple first and foremost
My family is my island
I better get down
Thinking the plane into the ground
I'm like that guy who couldn't figure out
The water from the sky
A fat voice, a mind adrift
Fit for a comfortable smile
Baby Washington pulled over
Eat a mossed melon
He knows a slow roller
But he's doing the green apple quick step
Anders in kurrajongs passed the bridge
Oh, Richard's taking in the scenes
He's a horny little salad
My family is my oyster
I better get down
Thinking the plane into the ground
I'm like that guy who couldn't figure out
The water from the sky
A fat voice, a mind adrift
Fit for a comfortable smile
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How can we get married
When we already are?
You are a book
That I like to read
One where the characters
Mature with me
One where the characters
Mature with me
With me
How can we get married
When we already are?
You are a book
That I like to read
One where the characters
Mature with me
One where the characters
Mature with me
Are you like my twin?
You're always feeling
What I'm feeling
Feeling
Feeling
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Essentially of Montreal's first recordings, The Early Four Track Recordings compiles Kevin Barnes' work prior to Cherry Peel.
Don't let the title mislead you -- this album contains some of the best of Montreal songs you will ever hear. The stripped down nature of the recordings allows Kevin's songwriting ability to shine through -- providing insight and depth into his early development and experimentation with the craft.
From its artwork (which features images of psychotic children in chains, mole-birds and bizarre skull creatures) to song titles describing a story involving Dustin Hoffman that is never addressed within the songs themselves, The Early Four Track Recordings is one of of Montreal's more unusual albums -- and also one its most satisfying.
released March 7, 2006