1. |
Afraid
03:54
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Once i am afraid
Theres no risk i will take
No gamble i'll make
Cut me off at my feet
So that i may never be
Made to take lead
Bade to decree
I’d get lost
I’d get stuck
Once i was a child
Soft spoken but wild
I would play
I would dream
On my own
Of worlds known only to me
Home to creatures and beasts
Hopeless then, Naïve
I am lost
I am stuck
Cut me off
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2. |
Buried
04:41
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You don’t stand so tall
That I can’t throw you over
Oh, the waste
Of your head and shoulders
Let it rest
So others light might shine
It’s a fight through all your noise
What a fight…
On through the sea
Of voices drowning me
I get lost and left behind
On through the sea
Of egos crowding me
I get buried every time
Tooth and nail we fought
fist to fist, we came to this
Just to halt on a dime
And our body’s purpose
Still governed by
Those who’s bodies don’t
Share our designs
Oh, our bodies
On through the sea
Of voices drowning me
I get lost and left behind
On through the sea
Of egos crowding me
I get buried every time
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3. |
Erupt The Quietus
04:55
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Facing forward, i stumble
Never had i thought you could light this before
Ticking time and we’re trouble
Over blown, we go back, way back oh
You were not primed
I pushed my mind
And now is the kind of love i loathe, low and behold
You were not primed
I pushed my mind
And now is the kind of love i loathe
Oh, that’s how it is
Played to the chest, close going, plead the fifth
Were the lips to form the truth of it
Erupt the quietus
Standing room and I’m steady
The two of us choose solitude in company
You are unaware, but feel the itch
I’ll do anything but face the music
You were not primed
I pushed my mind
And now is the kind of love i loathe, low and behold
You were not primed
I pushed my mind
And now is the kind of love i loathe
Oh, that’s how it is
Played to the chest, close going, plead the fifth
Were the lips to form the truth of it
Erupt the quietus
Oh, that’s how it is
Played to the chest, close going, plead the fifth
Were the lips to form the truth of it
Erupt the quietus
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4. |
Holding In
04:35
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Why tighten your grip?
You built yourself up and away from them,
Holding in
Alone with your pride,
The price to be right wears oh so thin
Hold it in
Oh Babe, Oh babe
When will i see you smile again?
When will i see you laughing?
So violently played,
Your violins beg the question
Where are your friends?
Their compassion?
With all you’ve given and given
Oh babe, oh babe
When will i see you smile again?
When will i see you laughing?
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5. |
I Should Have Worried
04:14
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Have you settled in?
i should have noticed
the holes in your tales
the trace of the rails
on the table
were the fibs to fail
you didn’t worry
you’ll fix it in post
and they’ll never know
talking in circles
so tight the light can’t even get through
i should have worried about you
i should’ve noticed the issues
with the worst of it
concealed in your songs
with the lines like
’holding on, i can’t go on”
with the worst of it dragging along
just dragging along behind you
i should have worried about you
i should’ve noticed the issues
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6. |
Art of Dying
04:49
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i wanted you to feel it
to trace the fault lines with your hands
i wanted you real me in
i wanted that there should be no question
in my position and who I have become
with his precision i am undone
and that’s the seriousness of my destruction
and the dreariness of one
that’s the brittleness of my structure
and the crashing bore i have become
i like to see them through my skin
to see where i begin
to see i am not too far from it
i am not too far
i wanted you to heal it
to brush the dirt off
and kiss my wound
i wanted but could not feel it
when our lips touched that afternoon
And knotted and in the silence
your quickened heart a flutter
but mine lay still
and in this condition
I’m no addition
to anyone
and that’s the seriousness of my destruction
and the dreariness of one
that’s the brittleness of my structure
and the crashing bore i have become
i eat to keep the words from forming
i fuck to keep the thoughts at bay
i breath because I’ve not yet learned
the art of dying
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7. |
Low
03:45
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The whole way through by force
Cold until i’m numb
Wail until i’m hoarse
Beaten like a drum
Wake me when this damage done
Wake me when this damage done
The whole way home through the torches
Dress me up in red, i go
When i go by, he goes low
When i go by, they go low
Carried through by someone you know
Carried through by someone you know
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8. |
Ché Aimee Dorval Vancouver, British Columbia
According to Metal Hammer Magazine, "Ché was born with the ability to melt hearts with a single syllable." Whether catching a solo show or hearing her play with 'Casualties of Cool', her voice is one you will not soon forget.
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