1. |
Making Out in the Metro
02:59
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No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
Are you scared at all?
Aren't you worried that you won't know when to stop?
Do you have a clue
That I'm on the train and writing about you?
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
Has it been that long?
Since you last were in each other's arms?
When winter comes around,
Will you still be kissing in the underground?
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
Two souls, one face
It would be nice if you found a better place
Bordering on disgusting
I really wish you wouldn't do it where I'm busking
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
No decency
Just tongue in cheek
You're making out in the metro
Everybody stares
But you don't care
You're making out in the metro
Making out in the metro
Making out in the metro
Making out in the metro
You're making out in the metro!
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2. |
Fire Flower
02:38
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Take me back
To long nights in the basement
You've got curves and corners
In all of the right places
In the gap
I've been doin' lots of agin'
How 'bout you? Tried and true? Done and dated?
40 hours, Fire Flower
You know how to make me smile
If you're able to find the cable
We can hook up for a while
Falling down
Watch the numbers get inflated
Overplayed
But back then it felt amazin'
Moving fast
Motion sickness doesn't phase me
Don't attack
Spread your arms and run to safety
40 hours, Fire Flower
You know how to make me smile
If you're able to find the cable
We can hook up for a while
Pack up all the pieces
Every single one
This used to be fun
This used to be fun
But I can't see you
in the bright light of the sun
This used to be fun
This used to be fun
This used to be fun
Take me back
To long nights in the basement
You've got curves and corners
In All The Bright Places
40 hours, Fire Flower
You know how to make me smile
If you're able to find the cable
We can hook up for a while
40 hours, Fire Flower
You know how to make me smile
If you're able to find the cable
We can hook up for a while
We can hook up for a while
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3. |
The Basement
03:01
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A perfect kid is never heard
A perfect lover's never seen
My dad did service in the Army
My mom was married at sixteen
I'll sneak you into my home
We'll watch a movie with the sound turned low
Nobody is allowed to know
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
Listening to vinyls in the basement
The Smiths sound better on cassette
Make one wrong move and trip the wire
We'll wish that we had never met
Don't make a sound
They're around
With their ears to the
Grounded for life
But we haven't done
Anything wrong
I'll sneak you into my home
We'll watch a movie with the sound turned low
Nobody is allowed to know
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
I can't afford to get distracted
I'm trying to get into McGill
I'm not allowed to make exceptions
But for a boy like you, I will
Don't make a sound
They're around
With their ears to the
Grounded for life
But we haven't done
Anything wrong
I'll sneak you into my home
We'll watch a movie with the sound turned low
Nobody is allowed to know
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
I can't afford to adore you
The way that I ought to
Don't think I don't want you
My god, do I want you
I don't know what I'd do
If somebody caught you
They're here, right above you
I think that I love you
Don't make a sound
They're around
With their ears to the
Grounded for life
But we haven't done
Anything wrong
I'll sneak you into my home
We'll watch a movie with the sound turned low
Nobody is allowed to know
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
Swear tell that you won't tell a soul
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4. |
Magic 8-Ball
03:05
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She picked it up while shopping at the mall
From the toy store window, it seemed to call
Now every choice she makes, big or small
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
I told her that I'd really like to date her
But the 8-Ball said to "ASK AGAIN LATER"
There's not a girl who I consider greater
Though I think that little ball wants me to hate her
She's indecisive as can be
Logic is the enemy
'Cause any choice, big or small
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
I asked her what the Ball was all about
She said that it was something that she couldn't live without
Then, once again, I tried to ask her out
This time the 8-Ball said "WITHOUT A DOUBT"
She's indecisive as can be
Logic is the enemy
'Cause any choice, big or small
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
For our three-year anniversary
I took her out, then got down on one knee
Then asked if she would like to marry me
She shook the Ball, then said "DEFINITELY"
She's indecisive as can be
Logic is the enemy
'Cause any choice, big or small
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
Our son was born down at the Royal Vic
We didn't know what baby name to pick
So when it came time to name our baby boy
She left it up to me, and I flipped a coin
She's indecisive as can be
Logic is the enemy
'Cause any choice, big or small
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
Is governed by her Magic 8-Ball
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5. |
Medley Park
02:53
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We used to spend the days outside
We'd grab our bikes and we would ride
Who knows how far and how long
We headed down to Medley Park
It was our common backyard
And then one day we came around
And it was gone
There used to be a clear view
Where everyone could see through
Now I can't see the sunset
The sandbox or the swing set
We'd lose track of the sun with food on the table
But now it's just a box of concrete and cable
So much for that
So much for Medley Park
There used to be an oak tree
All covered up in poetry
But now it's just a 2x4
In some distant hardware store
Things get worse and things get better
But I guess nothing good lasts forever
So much for that
So much for Medley Park
They tore down the swingset, they got rid of the slide
It's getting late, time to head inside
They dug up the sandbox to lay down the wiring
And soon I'll be asking if they are hiring
We used to play in Medley Park
It was our only backyard
Things get worse and things get better
But I guess nothing good lasts forever
So much for that
So much for Medley Park
So much for that
So much for Medley Park
So much for Medley Park
So much for Medley Park
So much for Medley Park
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6. |
11:57
03:27
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Kids are swinging wild all through the treetops
Cymbals make it far too hard to eavesdrop
And these dress codes make me scream
What does casual even mean?
Just take all of your pills before the beat drops
Beads of sweat to cover up the teardrops
Ruin your health and tell them that it's punk rock
I keep glancing at the screen
What does healthy distance mean?
Just have a fucking glass and pass the teapot
Garden the wall
Belle of the ball
Waiting for the ceiling to fall
I've been jumping up and down, and it hasn't made me happy so far
It's eleven fifty-seven and I'm beggin' you to get in my car
You keep saying "Lighten up" and I swear to God, I'm trying so hard
It's eleven fifty-seven, yeah, and everything is falling apart
Dressy men are selling off the cheap stocks
Drowning out the sound of all the sea talk
Feel like I'm living in a dream
With nobody to tell me what it means
So darling, cozy up before the heat stops
Garden the wall
Belle of the ball
Waiting for the ceiling to fall
I've been jumping up and down, and it hasn't made me happy so far
It's eleven fifty-seven and I'm beggin' you to get in my car
You keep saying "Lighten up" and I swear to God, I'm trying so hard
It's eleven fifty-seven, yeah, and everything is falling apart
Garden the wall
Belle of the ball
Waiting for the ceiling to fall
Noisy machines
Internal screams
I just want to get away from it all
I've been jumping up and down, and it hasn't made me happy so far
It's eleven fifty-seven and I'm beggin' you to get in my car
You keep saying "Lighten up" and I swear to God, I'm trying so hard
It's eleven fifty-seven, yeah, and everything is falling apart
I've been jumping up and down, and it hasn't made me happy so far
It's eleven fifty-seven and I'm beggin' you to get in my car
You keep saying "Lighten up" and I swear to God, I'm trying so hard
It's eleven fifty-seven, yeah, and everything is falling apart
Everything is falling apart
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7. |
Serial Cereal Killer
03:34
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Well I woke up early one morning
Got dressed by half-past-six
Went down to grab some breakfast
But something was amiss
I had a glass of orange juice
Which I very much enjoyed
But when I opened my pantry, well
My corn flakes were destroyed!
The box was all torn up!
Spilled upon the ground!
I knew what it meant
A serial cereal killer in our town
I dialed 9-1-1
She said "How can I help you, ma'am?"
I said "officer, please check
Do you have any Raisin Bran?"
She said "Buddy, you've got some nerve
Prank calling the police--"
I said "Officer, just trust me
Go check your pantry, please!"
She said "All right, I'll check
If it means that much to you
Let's see...
Oh God!
There's a serial cereal killer on the loose!"
So lock your cupboards tight
And don't check your grocery flyer
Police are on the lookout
For a killer with good fibre
There's nothing I love more than breaking into some poor, unsuspecting victim's home
Making my way across their tiled kitchen floor in the dead of the night
Reaching into their silverware drawer for the biggest knife I can find
That's when I open up their pantry to grab a box of
Frosted Flakes, or
Froot Loops, or
Cheerios
And it begins
Well I thought that for the rest of my life
I'd be eating beans and bread
But the serial cereal killer
He turned up dead
The SCK was killed
By a guy named Johnny Fly
And Johnny was arrested 'cause
Well, because he killed a guy
The moral of this story
Of this four-minute thriller
Is that there’s a grave difference
Between a cereal killer
And a serial serial cereal killer killer
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8. |
Take the Shot
03:20
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You lift your lens into the air
It didn't happen if you weren't there
Step aside, stay behind
You have a way to stop the time
People see and people feel
And in the moment it's all real
But memories, they fade away
But with a click, you save the day
Focusing in
Louder than sound
Aperture set
No slowing down
Brighter than bright
Hotter than hot
Everything stops
You take the shot
You keep still while the whole room sways
And then your efforts are displayed
To be examined now and then
That's all that matters, in the end
Focusing in
Louder than sound
Aperture set
No slowing down
Brighter than bright
Hotter than hot
Everything stops
You take the shot
Take your Canon, shoot the moon
Blow it up across your ceiling
Not too late and not too soon
Find the focus and the feeling
Focusing in
Louder than sound
Aperture set
No slowing down
Brighter than bright
Hotter than hot
Everything stops
You take the shot
You make it seem like such a breeze
Immortalizing memories
But when your time is finally through
How will we remember you?
Focusing in
Louder than sound
Aperture set
No slowing down
Brighter than bright
Hotter than hot
Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops
You take the shot
You take the shot
You take the shot
You take the shot!
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9. |
Metal Detector
01:25
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Well I went down to the store
To buy a metal detector
Try to find some treasure in the sand
Well the cashier was named Sara, and
I kinda liked her
So I asked her out and we made plans
We went down to the beach
With my metal detector
We didn't hold hands, but we talked
And as Sara told me
'Bout her friends and her family
My metal detector went off
In the sand I found a ring
A diamond ring, no less
Next thing that I knew
Sara shouted "YES!"
See, when I got down on the ground
With my metal detector
To try to fish that ring out of the sand
Well, Sara had turned away and then
She saw me kneeling
With a diamond ring in my hand
Well I meant to clear things up
I meant to reject her
But when I get nervous, I can't speak
So the wedding's next Sunday
And you're all invited
Well at least I saved money on the ring
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When my time comes, when the bells toll
When I've said goodbye to all my friends
I've been good and I've been kind
I've been faithful all this time
And I know what waits for me after the end
I will rise up to the light
Feel my spirit taking flight
As I sail up towards a bright and shining sun
I will enter through the gates, and I know what awaits
A glowing screen that says "READY PLAYER ONE"
Oh we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yeah we'll all go to the arcade when we die
The machines are never broken
And we never run out of tokens
In the great amusement center in the sky
When we reached the promised land, I will play Ms. Pac-Man
Grab those power pellets, make those ghosts turn blue
There will be no pain or harm
As we all lay down our arms
'Cept the ones you need to play Time Crisis 2
Oh we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yes we'll all go to the arcade when we die
There will be no gates of Hell
Just the warm familiar smell
Of a basement filled with pizza sauce and fries
I'll be happy and serene
At the Donkey Kong machine
Climbin' ladders, dodgin' barrels, playin' hard
And when I feel it in my soul
When that rhythm takes control
I'll put my dancin' shoes on, play some DDR
Oh we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yes we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Playing Galaga and Frogger
Listening to Cyndi Lauper
Yes, we'll party like it's 1985
Children of the Joystick, let us pray
For eternal riches in this life
And any extra lives we've gathered along the way
And let us give thanks to the Four Holy Ghosts:
Inky, Binky, Pinky, and Sue
And let me hear you say "Amen!"
And let me hear you say "It's-a me!"
Oh we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yes we'll all go to the arcade when we die
And I'd say it's safe to reckon
I'm the best there is at Tekken
If you don't believe me, go ahead and try
Oh we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yes we'll all go to the arcade when we die
Yeah, we'll all be havin' fun
Everybody, every one
We'll be happier than when we were alive
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Friday night, cuddling with you
'Cause I got nothin', nothin' else to do
I just so happened to be passin' by
So I thought I'd come inside
When the day has got you beat down
I'll take you in, we'll hug it out
And girl you know, I really mean it
As long as it's not too inconvenient
'Cause Monday I've got work
Tuesday I have plans
Wednesday night is practice
But Thursday I'm your man
Even if I'm not
Always on the line
Girl, just wait around a while, and you'll be fine
I'll be there for you sometimes
I'll be there for you sometimes
I wish I could afford to see you every week
But right now I can hardly make enough to eat
But if you need a friend to talk
Just call me up, unless I'm on the clock
'Cause Monday I've got work
Tuesday I have plans
Wednesday night is practice
But Thursday I'm your man
Even if I'm not
Always on the line
Girl, just wait around a while, and you'll be fine
I'll be there for you sometimes
I'll be there for you sometimes
When the traffic lights align
When it's not too cold outside
I'll be there for you sometimes
I wanna say, that baby you're my everything
I wanna say a lot of things
I wanna be there for you more often
I used to wanna be an astronaut
Friday night, cuddling with you
'Cause I got nothin', nothin' else to do
And girl, I know that you get lonely
Well you're my one, but you're not my only
'Cause Monday I've got work
Tuesday I have plans
Wednesday night is practice
But Thursday I'm your man
Even if I'm not
Always on the line
Girl, just wait around a while, and you'll be fine
I'll be there for you sometimes
I'll be there for you sometimes
When the traffic lights align
When it's not too cold outside
I'll be there for you sometimes
I'll be there for you sometimes
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12. |
Isabella
03:07
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So far, I've made it out pretty far
So far, I still can't drive a car
But I'd say that I'm doin' fine
Just hangin' on the metro line
I'll get my license next year, there's still time
Today, I got a lot done today
Today, I only cried once today
And I'd say that is pretty fine
We all get lost and fall behind
I'll try a little harder next time
What happened to you, Isabella?
You vanished out of the blue, Isabella
You left your size nine footprint on my mind
Did you ever get that tattoo, Isabella?
Did you ever find someone new, Isabella?
Well I hope your next love's not as bad as I
I try to look you up and say "Hi!"
But you're surprisingly hard to find
Now I'm not trying to shift the blame
But you've got quite a common name
And if I did, I'm not sure what I'd write
What happened to you, Isabella?
You vanished out of the blue, Isabella
You left your size nine footprint in my mind
Did you ever get that tattoo, Isabella?
Did you ever find someone new, Isabella?
Well I hope your next love's not as bad as I
Did you ever make it out alive?
Are you gonna run for mayor when you're thirty-five?
Does the boy from Beaudry metro cross your mind?
What happened to you, Isabella?
You vanished out of the blue, Isabella
You left your size nine footprint in my mind
Did you ever get that tattoo, Isabella?
Did you ever find someone new, Isabella?
Well I hope your next love's not as bad as I
Did you ever make it out alive?
Are you gonna run for mayor when you're thirty-five?
Does the boy from Beaudry metro cross your mind?
Does the boy from Beaudry metro cross your mind?
Does the boy from Beaudry metro cross your mind?
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Blake Bernett Montreal, Québec
Montreal artist who writes songs about video games, public transit, and breakfast cereal.
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