1. |
Black Strap
04:20
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Drank too much black strap rum
And I smoked too many cigarettes
Thought about things to come
And I laid down next to you for bed
As the drink washed over me
And I smelled the week/weak old nicotine
Can’t find the words to apologize
As you face flashes in front of mine
We all struggle in our own way
Mine is drunk and silently
Cold and callous and cruel
But I never meant to take it out on you
Grew up in a fog of fear and pain
Under threat from some ethereal plane
Payin dues for the deeds I’d done
Any bit of pain that I cause anyone
They suck you in either their stories
The blood, the guts, the harmonies
N’ the man upstairs watchin’ everything
Deciding on your punishment
We all worship in our own way
Mine is cynical and silently
Cold and callus and cruel
Singularly focused on you
Take it all out on
Take it all out on
On you
Grew up in a fog of fear and pain
Now I drink too much black strap rum
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2. |
Impression
03:34
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Cops showed up
But I don’t know if I’m ready to leave
Learned a lot you see
‘bout what I’d like to see
Commies win
Drop your shit n shuffle to the left
Fly a different flag
One that’s not opaque
Can’t stop the momentum to the left
Turnin’ in to a rhinocerous
Leavin’ an impression
In the dark
Behind closed doors
Makin your decisions
And it’s leavin’ an impression
Outta touch
Outta line
Making bad decisions
And it’s leaving an impression
The lines you see
Plot em out and subtilely connect
Make and argument
One you can present
Don’t let them in
People and perspectives you resent
‘Cause they are different
Downright dangerous
Can’t stop the momentum to the right
Any excuse to take up arms and fight
Leavin’ an impression
In the dark
Behind closed doors
Makin your decisions
And it’s leavin’ an impression
Outta touch
Outta line
Making bad decisions
And it’s leaving an impression
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3. |
Tell Me How
03:56
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close the curtains cause i roam the streets at night
i'm just looking for someone
find the magic in the glow of the streetlights
i'm just tryin to have some fun
i dont care too much for hanging out in crowd
and i dont care if you believe
i can say i only go where i'm allowed
baby you can count on me
though i sleep i'm always tired
do my living down below
though i eat i always hunger
look my best? i'll never know
tell me how do i look tonight
i don't know if i could recognize my smile
i can't stand the sight of blood
all i know is it's been a long long while
since i fell in a thing like love
when the morning comes i'm gone
you'll have to bear that loss
i'll be back before too long
come on baby don't get cross
tell me how do i look tonight
go on and get it
tell me how do i look tonight
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4. |
Rumours of My Decline
03:20
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try to relive
the nights that we spent
throwing ourselves down
and back up again
finally alive
with scars to show
a smashed up wrist
and a broken tailbone
i can see where you're coming from
i just don't think its very bright
if you think you can pull it off
it'd sure be a hell of a sight
i'm walking a line
far above the road
give my life to the guardrail
or the river below
just sweep me away
wherever it flows
take me back to the ocean
i hope i make it home
i can see where you're coming from
i just don't think its very bright
if you think you can pull it off
it'd sure be a hell of a sight
i know i'm just the sum of all the stupid things i've done beating up against my broken heart like waves upon the shore, we never wanted more than to find out when and who we really are because i know i'm just the sum of all the stupid things i've done.
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the Lotoyas Nova Scotia
The Lotoyas have been here all along. Steeped in Nova Scotia’s rock tradition like a day old pot of tea at Nan’s.
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