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Lost
04:49
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I’m gonna open a brand new track and get it all down
I’m gonna wear my heart on my sleeve all over town
I’m gonna carry a weight too heavy for ten strong men
I’m gonna make mistakes and then follow them up with amends
I might look like i’m lost, but believe me I’m not
I’m gonna follow the trail wherever it chooses to go
even a hundred times or more from coast to coast
I’m gonna carry a book of stories regarding the past
and a reminder of someone I love in a photograph
I might look like i’m lost, but believe me I’m not
I’m gonna tape up the microphone and try it again
I’m gonna figure all of it out in the end
I might look like i’m lost but believe me I’m not
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2. |
Jericho
04:20
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The streetlights thin out
I breathe in then out...
I’ll pass the park at Jericho
turn on to the low road
almost a hairpin, then
the shoreline’s revealing
I know it’s late but I’m awake
and this road is so familiar
I could drive it in my sleep
with the moon as my passenger
Freedom is believing
this solitary feeling is bringing me around
The streetlights thin out...
Up the hill into the trees
dark becoming darker
The road’s shadowing the curve
of the Mighty Fraser
Freedom is believing
this solitary feeling is bringing me around
The streetlights thin out...
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Metamorphosis
02:15
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All the dreamers
stand in the shadows
or take their seat on the sidelines
where the sun searches for
secret passageways, alleys of the mind
All inventions
start as a notion
a quiet hint of a shadow
seeking out radiance
in corners where the daylight doesn’t go
In cracks and crevices
dwells a metamorphosis
in cracks and crevices
dwells a metamorphosis
So an idea becomes a living thing
for everyone to revel in.
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Self Starter
03:31
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Sometimes it seems we’re floating in outer space
trying to hang on but getting pulled away
Spinning on a planet in a galaxy
we quiet our worries with make believe
But I can’t do what I’m supposed to do.
I’m treading water
I brush my hair, I tie my shoes
I’m a self starter
But there’s something in the way of victory
that’s got my number
Gotta shake it off, gotta lose that thing
before it drags me under
‘cause I’m afraid that I might let you down
or leave you in a situation
without a net, without a way out
I read somewhere that we are mere grains of sand
gazing up in wonder while the universe expands
We live inside buildings looking to the out of doors
for clues on how to gather up all the shooting stars
‘cause I’m afraid that I might let you down
or leave you in a situation
without a net, without a way out
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5. |
Too Far Gone
03:35
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There’s something at the bottom of my glass
that’s not me looking up
that’s not me staring back
It could be a reflection of the light
or something I dreamed up
while sitting here tonight
It could be trouble or a second chance
but I’m too far gone to tell the difference
I waited at the corner for your face
your charmingly crooked and familiar gait
I waited til the streetlights all came on
then I turned around, turned and I went home
It could be trouble or a second chance
but we're too far gone to tell the difference
And how can we stay in this state of mind
when we know we’re just wasting time
We’re just wasting time
It could be trouble or a second chance
but we're too far gone to tell the difference
There’s something in the corner of my mind
smoke-filled, crystaline, and from another time
I almost see it then it goes away
crucial or ephemeral, impossible to say
It could be trouble or a second chance
but I’m too far gone to tell the difference
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6. |
Rally Cry
03:27
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Do you feel inclined to wander
ramble or drift away
into a blue horizon
out among the reveries
Can you pioneer a vision
in a field far off the grid
Incite a rally cry for
the way it could have been
The universe rains ideas into our noisy heads
But we don’t know what to make of all of it
Can we recreate a feeling
from a fleeting glimpse
Capture the sound and colour
of an experience
Is the infinite sky pulling
at the center of your chest
As it instills a sense of
our insignificance
The universe rains ideas into our noisy heads
But we don’t know what to make of all of it
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7. |
Algonquin
02:56
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You can’t put enough coffee in this body today
the fog is taking its time lifting
the winter was mean, left us all half asleep
but now i’m waking.
And I’m thinking it might be time to take flight
and go somewhere we’ve never been
Because I’ve heard of a place, deep in the park
filled with wild and wonderful things
(So let’s go, let’s go, down the road, you and me)
Yeah I’ve heard of a place that legend it says
is shrouded in mystery
And all that remains for those who pass by
is a million shades of green
(So let’s go, let’s go, down the road, you and me)
And I’m thinking it might be time to take flight
and go somewhere we’ve never seen
‘cause I’ve heard of a place, deep in the park
filled with wild and wonderful things
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Survivor
03:35
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How are you still standing, how did you even get up today
Everyone is waiting for the lights to come up on the stage
Everyone loves a survivor, everybody loves an underdog
Everyone is fervently rooting for you with their fingers crossed
To walk out of the door and into the morning.
Take your loved one by the hand.
Hold her tight and dance in the garden,
From now until the end.
You look tired and you look weary. You could use a cup of tea.
Life has been just you and them and nothing so far has come in between
You seem more than merely lonely, like something’s eating at your soul
Everybody wants a piece, or maybe a little more
Everyone loves a survivor, everybody loves an underdog
Everyone is fervently rooting for you with their fingers crossed
To walk out of the door and into the morning.
Take your loved one by the hand
Hold her tight and dance in the garden
From now until the very end,
the end of absolutely everything
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Moving Gaze
05:06
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Fixing for adventure I wander out of doors
into territories where I’ve never been before
I mirror what i’m given by the miracle of sight
and immortalize the minutes in black and white
The faces tell the stories, I barely do a thing
a simple conversation is Shakespearian
I am but a shadow when I focus in and snap
at sunlight in the smoke of cigarettes
I could have been a mariner or troubadour
the leader of an expedition way up north
I toyed with the idea of outer space
and how without gravity, I might stay in place
I fall into a pattern, my feet in sturdy shoes
I’m pulled into the flow of the multitudes
A happy child reaches both arms in the air
Then just around the corner is a different kind of theatre
There’s poetry concealed in every moving gaze
in any interaction there is nothing commonplace
There’s sentimental value In the passing of a cup
in forests made of trees that are barely standing up.
I could have been a mariner or troubadour
the leader of an expedition way up north
I toyed with the idea of outer space
and how, without gravity, I might stay in place
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10. |
The Mines
03:25
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Hit it with the solder, turn up the flame
Out here in the mines we’ve got it made
We’ll stoke the fire then free the land
‘cause anything’s possible from where we stand
We thrive upon the sharp inhale of winter’s dawn
anticipate the cold embrace, that shot of oxygen
We rise at daylight’s meagre toll
and wait for it to take hold
We know how it goes
We generate shadows in the light
under an infinite, impartial sky
And wake abruptly in our beds
When trouble and doubt fill our heads
And dream of blissful faces pointed at the sun
while pleading quietly for better days to come
for we have witnessed crooked deals
handshakes and then appeals
We know how it feels
So hit it with the solder, turn up the flame
out here in the mines we’ve got it made.
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The Real Shade Toronto, Ontario
The Real Shade is a Toronto-based indie-pop band.
It was formed in 2007 when long-time
side woman Jane Gowan (Spygirl, Neins Circa, Belinda Bruce) teamed up with bassist Mary Harmer.
What started as a lo-fi rock ’n roll outfit evolved into a project that explored other styles, most notably Americana and Indie Folk.
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