Into The Night

I saw you running with your friends
I called your name too loud
"Come Back"
Here's where I shook you by the shoulders
Shoved you up against a truck - "What's up"
It was a picture of someone getting older
And of someone growing up

Someone Growing Up

It was like you were in disguise
You were so nonchalant - "Come on"
At though your well half-lidded eyes said
"What the hell do you want?"

well I must've said something
For you to fell I was alright - "Alright"
We had a great conversation
That went on well into the night

Went on well into the night

Figment

You know my name is figment
I'm not who you think I am
All of my heroes are women
And all of them are cinnamon (Ah)
My cinnamon women, above (Ah, above)

The sanding sound of grudge on collective (Oo)
Has left a pile of puzzle dust (Oo)
And me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying (Oo)
"What could never happen to us (Oo)
Is happening to us" but (Ah)
As long as we're talking in driftnets
And there's a rotation afoot (Ah)
All the things we can come up with (Ah)
Will still be surprisingly put (Ah)
Above

As long as the road lacks perspective (Oo)
As long as we swim, swim, swim (Oo)
As long as we hold hands in the swiftness (Oo)
Of all three dimensions (Ah)
As long we're talking in driftnets (Ah)
And there's a rotation afoot (Ah)
All the things we can come up with
Will still be surprisingly put (Ah/surprisingly put)
Still be surprisingly put (Ah/surprisingly put)
Still be surprisingly put (Ah/surprisingly put)
Above

Oh, oh, yea (Yea)
So this is your number
Well I just called to say hello
I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in Morse code
We just got cut off or disconnected I don't know
But it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

We got this power to generalize when everything explodes
The certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown
You're gonna let us in though you're technically closed
Must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

Let's have a toast!
To charity, wickedness, dope
A toast! To the day after tomorrow
Oh, yea (Yea)
The day after tomorrow

You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show
You're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope
You might as well try and get milk from your elbow
Though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto.

With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke (With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke)
Your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow (Your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow)
"Always the wind and the persistent snow ("Always the wind and the persistent snow)
Gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" [Chekhov] (Gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat")
Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know (Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know)
Besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto (Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto)

Let's have a toast! To charity, fixedness, hope
A toast! To the day after tomorrow
Oh, oh, yea (Yea)
The day after tomorrow.

Willow Logic
Reference Window

She was always like, even as a kid, secret and apologetic
Quiet like a deer moving between the sunshine and uncertainty
He yells at her up until she goes pale
Then resumes his job as a painter
Painting all the fire hydrants yellow within a certain framework
And she wouldn't always feel so good all the time
But over the course of the day she'd forget
The dancer in her run amok, she'd forget and from the forest edge
He'd come

Returning home's not to be construed as anything
Resembling a tender mood stay in my orbit though
It' lacking certain latitude, but then it goes late:
The been, are, going of another day is bobbled and
Caught and she says nice things to go to sleep like
Charles comfort and mimico creek the nocturnal
Shh of the saboteur whispering, "There's nothing
Counterfeit about the summer" it took big waves
Of Discipline to learn they pump the birdsong in.

She was always like that and like now, watching
The swallows gobble tonight's complement of blood
Suckers, thank Christ, she's trying to be silent

I have a secret, tell me, no, please tell me
No, put it out of your mind, please?
If I put it out of mind, then will you tell me?

Pascal's Submarine
Reference Window

There's not a breath of air tonight
I got my windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze to move the
Curtains, shake the leaves tonight

Stumbled in to sleep's ravine
Into a dream of Pascal's Submarine
Where if you can remain quiet and still
You might escape life's fill of misery

Na na, na na na, na na na na na (Na na, na na na, na na na na na)

A woman's had all she can stand
Hysterically screaming, "I'm waiting for my man"
Madam, we're doing all we can
But can you give me your man's name again

Are they dead or worse, alive?

Is there something that you're trying to hide?
Russian accent - Las Vegas cap says, "can we talk about all that inside?" (Ah)

With Klebanov within her grasp (Oo)
There's just one more thing she's dying to ask (Oo)
They stuck a needle in her arm (Ah)
Saying, don't do yourself more harm (Ah)
She collapsed (Ah)

Na na, na na na, na na na na na (Na na, na na na, na na na na na)

There's not a breath of air tonight (Oo)
We got our windows all thrown open wide (Oo)
Praying on any little breeze (Ah)
For the skeletons, for the effigies, tonight (Ah)

Na na, na na na, na na na na na (Na na, na na na, na na na na na)

So this is the fucking off by degrees (So this is the fucking off by degrees)
And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii, but I (And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii, but I)
Can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me (Can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me)
Like music that dances from glowing apartments
As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness (Shadows entwine into a creamy darkness)
Like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes (Jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes)
Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects
All the colours of evening and the onset of light (Colours of evening and the onset of light)
Like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing tonight. (Promise of nothing, sweet nothing tonight)

So this is enacting ecstasy and I (So this is enacting ecstasy and I)
Suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but I (Suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but I)
Can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me (Can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me)
Like shoveling hope into the infinite us
Til the world surges in yelling, "This is a drug bust" (This is a drug bust)
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person
But then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow (Fleck of new snow)
And we melt away, melt away now (Melt away, melt away now)

Melt away now

Who By Rote
Reference Window

As neutral as snow (I'm here because you're here)
Covering up violence your mind was (And when you go I'm going too)
Smashing its gear (I'm here because you're here)
Like the who by rote at Good 'Ol Monterey (And when you go I'm going too)
Where some people cheered and some looked away (I'm here because you're here)
And your best words the most economical (And when you go I'm going too)
And clear to (I'm here because you're here)
The ear are nullified and kept (And when you go I'm going too)
By mum protectors of a suicide note (I'm here because you're here)
But the best part of cold (And when you go I'm going too)
Is faraway is close and the distant bark of a lone snow shovel (I'm here because you're here)
Digging out after the storm (And when you go I'm going too)
Is a rhythmic whisper

I'm here because you're here (I'm here because you're here)
And when you go I'm going too

Steeplechase
Reference Window

It's a sound coming down of an entirely different race (It's a sound)
It's a sound coming down like Il Palio (It's a sound)
Sent splayed and sprawling into a cafe in an explosion of table legs and trays (Cafe)
It's the sound coming down like a chuckwagon when it strays
A little too far from the stampede days (Far from Stampede days)
And slams into the butterfly chase
That's the sound coming down (Sound coming down)

More Me Less You

Is he good looking? What am I saying? We're all good looking.
Can I stay til I make some arrangements? Then we can begin our estrangement

Your personal convictions fierce. It's been in your family for years
But in your ponytail blown loose, I can see what this doing to you

Listen don't guess, please listen, don't just guess (Listen don't guess, please listen, don't just guess)
There's words I wanna say, like, "follow me, I know the way." (There's words I wanna say, like, "follow me, I know the way.")

More me less you (More me less you)

We're close to the rail. Never more like a candle (We're close to the rail. Never more like a candle)
In breezes full and fragrant. We begin our estrangement (In breezes full and fragrant. We begin our estrangement)

We're Hardcore

We're not hobbyists or dabblers anymore (We're not hobbyists or dabblers anymore)
We're hardcore, hardcore, we're hardcore (We're hardcore, hardcore, we're hardcore)
There's a kid on the street, one up in bed (Hah/There's a kid on the street, one up in bed)
One on the hip, and one on the floor (Hah/One on the hip, and one on the floor)
We might be one again, but not like before (We might be one again, but not like before)
We're hardcore, hardcore, we're hardcore (We're hardcore, hardcore, we're hardcore)

Pillform No.2 & Pillform No. 1

Through these last fifty years as televisions taught us war is folly
And that you should never throw over your real friends
And in the end it might be better to give the trophy back
And tell 'em how you were cowed and conscripted
Into giving milk for a war that you now understand

Through these last ten thousand years as books have taught us
Love is folly and that if you only have one friend then you're famous
And there's work and then there's making work as invisible as
Wishing it down into pillform
While staging spills with the drink in your opposite hand

Through these last several moments, words have taught me that words
Are folly and that when the ancient slams into the transient
There's no way to determine who should get their money back
And after this everything is fitness
Bigger dreams, bigger screens, bigger feelings are planned

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