1. |
Always Always
03:31
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I see your eyes meld with the screen
and forwards is sideways
the air tastes just like gasoline
and backwards is sideways
the end of living memory
an always always
the end of living memory
an always always
you're wrapped up in the days of the week
and downwards is sideways
we're sinking through the seven seas
and upwards is sideways
the end of living memory
an always always
the end of living memory
an always always
there's no moving
moving moving on
when when is gone
there's no moving
moving moving on
when when is gone
the end of living memory
an always always
the end of living memory
an always always
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2. |
Oh To Feel
03:38
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after it's all over
all that was retreats
and after it's all over
you forget to sleep
and after it's all over
the world has a better taste
and after it's all over
nobody owns a thing
thinking the thoughts
that you think you've thought before
no more have-nots
no more class war
thinking the thoughts
that you think you've thought before
no more have-nots
no more class war
oh to feel
what you feel
when we're all free
before it's all over
you're easily lost
to turning leaves
the sun on your face
and after it's all over
you stop counting
and after it's all over
you forget yourself
thinking the thoughts
that you think you've thought before
no more have-nots
no more class war
thinking the thoughts
that you think you've thought before
no more have-nots
no more class war
oh to feel
what you feel
when we're all free
and after it's all over
nobody owns a thing
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3. |
Divided
03:31
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abrading
a sentencing of favourite things
our favourite things
entirely replaced in this neolithic fortress
a balm
dens and nest abrading
of surety and promise
abrading
entirely replaced
in memory
by efforts to preserve them
of surety and promise
a balm
naked and raw
with now to death
naked and raw
with now to death
entirely replaced
a sentencing to memory
by efforts to preserve them
your sentencing to memory
you're sentenced to memory
in our neolithic fortress
a sentencing to memory
a sentencing to memory
in our neolithic fortress
your sentencing to memory
dens and nests abrading
in our neolithic fortress
naked and raw
with now to death
naked and raw
with now to death
entirely replaced
a sentencing
entirely replaced
a sentencing of favourite things
a sentencing
abrading
entirely replaced
abrading
a sentencing of favourite things
in our neolithic fortress
in memory
by efforts to preserve them
in memory
a sentencing to memory
in this neolithic fortress
naked and raw
with now to death
naked and raw
with now to death
hey
denying birds and bears
dens and nests abrading
a sentencing to memory
in memory
your sentence to memory
in memory
a balm of surety and promise
our favourite things
entirely replaced by efforts to preserve them
a balm of surety and promise
a sentencing to memory
entirely replaced by efforts to preserve them
in our neolithic fortress
a sentencing
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4. |
The Private Life
03:18
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the private life we used to know
finds us in memory
like the sun through a window
illuminating dust in the air
the private life I used to know
the private life you used to know
has the depth of an ocean
waiting below the desert to rise
the private life we used to know
is a spectre without
an image of itself
haunting the socially necessitated
the private life I used to know
the private life you used to know
has the depth of an ocean
waiting below the desert to rise
the private life we used to know
stepped outside us and kept going
quietly unbeholden
to freedom
to freedom
the private life I used to know
the private life you used to know
has the depth of an ocean
waiting below the desert to rise
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5. |
Song For Lou
03:50
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Lou did what he did
he meant it and he knew
that art and life
are not two separate things
oh Louie Lou
yeah Louie Lou I
oh Louie Lou
I cried for you
Lou did what he did
yeah he meant it and he knew
that art and life
they're just one and the same
oh Louie Lou
yeah Louie Lou I
oh Louie Lou
I cried for you
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6. |
Another November
04:46
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not to eat at your table
past your crumbling gates
not your pliant guest
for your capital suppers
not to feed your lie
yeah the truths of me
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
not to hear you speak
oh what I would say
through a death's head smile
not to feed your lie
yeah the truths of me
not to feel your lie
up against the truths of me
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
not to eat at your table
past those crumbling gates
not your pliant guest
for your capital suppers
not to feed your lie
yeah the truths of me
not to feel your lie
against the truths of me
not to feed your lie
oh now yeah the truths of me
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
dissolving in love for tomorrow
another November
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7. |
Off Camera
03:09
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all night
asking for directions
remembered like a pop song
mistaken for decision
evaporating
evaporating
in rain soaked listing
waiting
defaulting
who will miss the internet
with no difference left
conclusions
conclusions
forgotten dancing
out of brushing skin
left alone
remembered like a pop song
left alone
left alone
who will miss the internet
with no difference left
under a radio
inside a TV set
off camera
off camera
off camera
careers and neglect
befriending sentiment
performing
performing
wrapped in bathrobes
in stasis
listing
falling off a roof
who will miss the internet
with no difference left
asking for directions
remembered like a pop song
sent to outer space
politicking
politicking
brittle with details
listing
who will miss the internet
with no difference left
under a radio
inside a TV set
off camera
off camera
off camera
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8. |
Three Questions
07:03
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am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
are you still broken
was I once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
are you still broken
was I once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
are you still broken
was I once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
were you once whole
am I still broken
are these the things
the sorts of things
people pretend to know-whoa-whoa
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know
am I still broken
were you once whole
are these the sorts of things
people pretend to know-oh
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9. |
More Than Anybody Knows
03:03
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more than anybody knows
what they know
oh they don't know
we have empty hearts
over intersubjective fictions
breaking this world apart
the lost and found convictions of
revolutionary dilettantes
what they know
oh they don't know
we have empty hearts
more than anybody knows
what they know
oh they don't know
we would rather not
have intersubjective fictions
breaking this world apart
the lost and found convictions of
revolutionary dilettantes
what they know
oh they don't know
we would
we would rather not
more than anybody knows
what they know
what we know
we need to fill up our hearts
more than anybody knows
more than anybody knows
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10. |
Torn Up
02:28
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from here to eternity again
friendly guides
torn up outside and in
you never thought it or planned it
and then
this divine unglamorous end
same now as then
same now as then
from here to eternity again
years gone by
torn up outside and in
you never thought it or planned it
and then
this divine unglamorous end
same now as then
same now as then
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11. |
An Untouchable Grey
03:20
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oh what to do
and how to say
to wait out performance
and
I'm hoping to hold
just hoping to hold
I'm hoping to hold
just hoping to hold
an untouchable grey
what we'll do
how we'll say
to be this way
what we'll do
how we'll say
I'm hoping to hold
just hoping to hold
an untouchable grey
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12. |
What If What For
03:25
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and what have gods been
and what if the gods are
just terrible parents
returning only now
to admonish us all
for taking and not giving
for ruining their lives
and what have gods been
and what if the gods are
just terrible parents
returning only now
to admonish us all
for taking and not giving
for ruining their lives
that's a big what if what for
that's a big what if what for
that's a big what if what for
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The Stakes Are Us Vancouver, British Columbia
The Stakes Are Us formed in 2021 as a collaborative songwriting experiment under pandemic conditions.
Jeremy was once a member of Night Bust, Payday Millionaire, The Weather and The Blush Response, as well as The Enemy Feathers, The Basement Sweets and Circle Of Ill Health.
Trevor has previously been a part of Sparkle Fuzz, Scin Laeca, Betty Kracker, and The Rain and the Sidewalk.
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