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New Shoes
04:25
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My new shoes are not red
The box they came in said Cranberry quite clearly
When I walk in them well I don't stumble I don't stumble I don't stumble
I got a new favourite song
And I know all the words I know them start to finish
When I sing along you can hear me all up and down the block I live on
Chorus:
Got nothing left to hide behind I left it lying on the bathroom floor
I look into my eyes and see that I'm a goddess I'm a goddess I'm a goddess
I got a new crush and it's you
It's just a fun crush a friendly crush don't fear it
But I will give you love and I'll sing about that love to anyone who'll listen
I'll take you to my secret place
You and I can go drinking
And we can sit up high all night and watch the world revolve
No one can see us there and we in turn are all knowing
And if we see the winds of change we'll command them
To do our bidding
Chorus
Tonight there's something in the air
It could be magic or maybe it's just pollen
But on nights like these I'll dance anywhere and I don't care who sees me
I feel like lighting a fire
A grand inferno just so I can hear it crackle
If it burns too low I'll stomp on the embers with my cranberry heels
And we'll stay out until we're falling down then
You can sleep over at my place
You can have the nicest pillow and I'll lend you my pajamas
In the morning when we get up you can shower
And I'll make you breakfast
It'll have a lot of fat in it because
Fat is what makes food delicious
Chorus
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You paint us all with the same brush
The ant said to the elephant
Hold your judgment hear my voice
I'm tired of feeling helplessness for once
Listen to me
Crawl away you've had your chance
The elephant said to the ant
We're the system we know best
You've clearly shown that you're unfit
Why should we spend any time or resources on you
People don't change so please stay in our nice pigeon hole
So into the arms of old comforts the ant retreated
Chorus:
But as I got older
The hurt just got stronger
The grief welling so large
Depression with crying jags
Hid my suppressed rage
But through it all my love only grew
Understand the circumstance
Is that really so much to ask
Acknowledge struggles that I face
Depression, drugs, poverty, homelessness
The present, the past, and the chances I was never given
But the elephant just flapped it's ears and wouldn't listen
Chorus
I want you to know I jump at each opportunity
Any chance I can see to bring us together
No matter how long this forced separation lasts
My love for you is always there
And nothing can change that
Let me tell my story please
Tell the story of my grief
You took my child as you once took me
A cycle we're doomed to repeat
Left me alone with no hope, and no help, and no future
But the elephant just turned it's back and the ant had to wonder
How can you help the child when you won't help the mother
I finally had enough
Of blaming myself
I grew tired of feeling ashamed
And then I grew angry
My anger finally gave way to determination
As I learned to value myself
The most important thing now in my life
Is to change the system
We are making the elephant hear
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3. |
Old Gal
04:17
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Five courses, three jobs and one forlorn, alcoholic boyfriend who
Tells all, our friends that he doesn't know what he'd do without me well
When did his friends and my friends become one and the same term and
How come, I know just what I'd do without him
I'd have more time
I'd have more money
I'd buy new shoes and read everything by
Dostoyevsky
And I know too
Exactly what he'll do
Chorus:
The old gal pulled out late last night
Is what he'll tell the guys at the pub tonight
The old gal pulled out late last night
In search of greener pastures
And I don't know what she thinks she's gonna find
Maybe she's just going through a phase
I thought everything was alright
So I don't really understand why
But the old girl pulled out late last night
Old friend, cold house, pile of mouldy blankets and a dirty couch
One kettle, well used, ash tray and an extra key
She said I could call the living room my own as long as I need to there's a
Spy phone so I'll know not to answer if he calls
And baby I'm not selfish I'm just tired
I haven't found the time to be alone for several months
There's more to me than just being your girlfriend
Though I've smoked a lot of cigarettes in your name
And I'll bet you, have smoked a few in my name too
Chorus
From time to time I see his friends
They fill me in, though I don't ask
He does not know how to spend time
I kindly suggest a library card
Four papers left to go
Five exams and one stupid presentation leaving
Three bosses, almost two
Can't be late for work again
Two pairs of new shoes, great dress made with me in mind
The Brothers Karamazov, Crime and Punishment, The Idiot
The old gal pulled out late last night
Is what he'll tell the guys at the pub tonight
The old gal pulled out late last night
In search of greener pastures
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4. |
Drinkin' Alone
05:25
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Another night
Another bar
Another wasted brain cell
On a useless memory
Why do I come here
I ask myself every time
Supporting this business
That makes money off loitering
I had to leave the house
I had to see the sky
But it was too dark and cold out
Besides everything else was closed
Decided to go
Where I don't know anyone
Sit down at the bar and order
Double anything
Chorus:
I came here to drink alone
Sometimes that's all you got
Sometimes your friends don't know
Or else they know all too well
I don't know which one's worse
But I don't need wisdom now
Nor do I need advice
Or camaraderie no
I just need to drink
Alone
Had to go some place
Where it ain't necessary
To put on an act
Or to let one act slip away
Or wish for the power to say
No, I don't want to hear a poem
Or I have to go home
I've been here too long already
Bartender just looks at me
You're a problem I've seen before
But I won't cause trouble
I came here to disappear
Try not to seem noticeably drunk
So he'll keep on pouring drinks
Ignore dirty old men and then spend
All my money loitering
Chorus
Five o'clock in the morning
I stumble through my front door
Fingers are numb
I dropped my keys in the snow
It's harder to see now
But sleeping is easier
Got nothing solved
But I guess that's just how it goes
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5. |
Icked
05:11
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Walled within my cubicle grey carpet walls all wired in to systems down
Sitting in my business casual although there were no skill requirements here
On Friday pay my dollar for the privilege to wear jeans and sneakers all week-end long
Just another shitty occupation masquerading as a real career
And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world
My friends are worried for my well being it's very kind of them to think of me here
Going blind from blinking screens displaying billing inquiries I can't decipher
There's a ringing in my ear oh wait that's meant to be there that's the job description
Is it morning night or noon a Monday Wednesday Friday I don't know anymore
But I know I want to hurt myself and others
I know I need to drink myself to sleep
I know it's wrong to do this to my body I don't care
I hate everything about the world
And there's a world outside
A sky overhead this windowless cavern
Dotted with sprinklers in case of a fire
Cause fires are likely when you treat adults like they're five
Living break to break I watch the clock obediently waiting for my set time
Enter password rank and SIN employee number just for 15 minutes of air
There's many doors but just one works the others are all decoys there to keep us inside
To eat their cancer-causing vended processed microwavable meals that are nutrient free
And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world
It makes me ponder on
The world's darkest prisons and do they comply to
ISO standard nine thousand and one
Or do they have much better systems in place
Here they recommend that you partake in taking toxic drinks to keep you awake
Playing games to boost moral and big fake smiles no using common sense for positive change
Remember we're a team but don't ask questions no one knows or cares we're here for our pay
No one there to bother with enforcing their collection of arbitrary rules
And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world
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6. |
Wedgwood Pattern
04:38
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On a dusty road in a small town in Ontario
Trying to get the kids to school on time
Married 14 years with nothing really the matter
Eloise really had just one complaint
Now Eloise didn't ask for much in this life
And Eloise got little in return
She was happy enough in the town she always said she'd come back to
She was happy enough in the town that she never left
Wedgwood Pattern
Sarah's Garden
Botanical Latin
Written on every plate
Driving into town to buy the groceries
She passed by Maryann's store every week
And in the windows and inside on the counters
Sarah's Garden dishes were for sale
Well she memorized every cup and every saucer
The tattered brochure stored beneath her bed
With her finger prints tattooed on the display window
Showing in this life sometimes wishing ain't enough
For Wedgwood Pattern
Sarah's Garden
Botanical Latin
Written on every plate
Salt and Pepper
Never looked better
With ladybugs crawling
All over the cups
She had an egg cup that her husband bought her
It was the only thing in the store they could afford
She cherished it like the diamond ring he gave her
Now hard boiled eggs are her favourite thing to eat
But Eloise has this fantasy
Regarding a tea party
In a wild grove all natural table and chairs
And in every chair a full place setting
Matching spoons and all
And everyone who's anyone is there
Tea cups and coffee mugs platters and jugs
Soup bowls and salad bowls gravy bowls too
Flowers and butterflies beetles and bees
Each piece is different well knows Eloise
In Wedgwood Pattern
Sarah's Garden
Botanical Latin
Written on every plate
Salt and Pepper
Never looked better
With ladybugs crawling
All over the cups
Wedgwood Pattern
Sarah's Garden
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7. |
Little
04:48
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Daylight
Sun hits, the car heats up so hot I can barely breathe
Just me and the dog
Sleeping in the backseat
On the side of the road
That dog has seen more of this world than most people I can name
Got her down in Texas so the heat's only bothering me
Roll down the windows air out the car some before driving on
Breakfast soda crackers and water, check to see if
I'm running low on gasoline
Don't ask me where I'm from that's a question too hard for me to answer
I've been travelling all my life and I don't recall just where I began
Got nothing but a few mixed tapes, an old typewriter, couple books
Some worn and faded photographs of the times I now deem to have been better
An old fashioned suitcase holding lingerie
I got the car, got the dog too where's my house full of youngsters
And where's that man, still telling me he loves me while his hairline's receding
And his belly's growing
Once I was a little girl, running to my mothers arms
She told me one day I'd find love and be holding children of my own
To think that I believed her then ain't the hard part, na uh,
The hardest part is I'm still wishing that she was right
A good five years has passed since there was someone happy just to hold me
I was sober then I had something better to depend on
But some people talk a lot and they fill you up full of wondrous notions
I'm sick of people who just talk so if you say it please mean it
Cause I'm dancing in a grimy bar for the clientele of a toothless man
Stealing change just to stay alive and drinking, because I need to
And one by one I've managed to push away
Every friend I've made
And I will sing a bitter song as I
Sit to write my memoirs
With a bottle of something hard to wash down my prescription
Cause when I look back on it all my stories are pretty hateful
Yeah I got a few happy ones too but all they do
Is make me cry
Midnight
Pretty cold in the back seat
Me and the dog
In a gas station parking lot
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8. |
Spooked
03:53
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Kyla Tilley: classical guitar, vocals, bass, theramin
Julian Squires: drums
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9. |
Adequate Shelves
05:23
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There's not much space here in our domicile
Our limited storage has taken your mind
Once you were vibrant and full of ideas
I was so taken by your artistry
Then anytime inspiration would strike
You'd let the mundanities of life slide
Now you feel inundated by our lot
I try to engage you but all you can say is
Adequate Shelves
I've seen you suffer fixations before
Plunging your energies into one goal
This time it's different, it worries me love
It seems you've lost sight of all you hold dear for
Adequate Shelves
Adequate Shelves
A place for everything
And everything in it's place
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
I suppose home decor is
A creative pursuit
But honey you're taking the notion a little too far
Don't you think
You've entered the pupae a butterfly and come out a worm
This metamorphosis disturbs me
I used to come home to your joyous embrace
The beautiful music we made was divine
You whispered the naughtiest words in my ear
But when I lean closer now you just murmur
Adequate Shelves
Adequate Shelves
What can I do
To bring you back
I've tried reasoning
I haven't tried everything
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
So much for lingerie chocolate and jewels
Since your notion of Swedish porn's been revised
I'll bite the bullet attempt to provide
Adequate Shelves
Adequate Shelves
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10. |
Au Naturel
02:44
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Why not take off all of your clothes
And throw them on the floor
You'll feel so much better
You'll feel so divine
You can dance a little jig then
You can stretch your arms
You can breathe a little deeper
You won't be confined
Chorus:
Just go au naturel
Go au, au naturel
Oh au naturel
Go au naturel
When you were born you wore nothing
Ever wonder why
Back then you were cold and gooey
Now you'll be warm and smooth
And you'll feel the world on your body
Feel it in every hair
You'll feel every molecule around you
You'll feel part of it all
Chorus
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la laaaa
Don't worry nobody can see you
Not unless you want them to
You can smile at your neighbours
If you forget to close your blinds
And don't be ashamed of what you look like
I'm sure you look just fine
We spend far too much time
Absorbed with our flaws
Chorus
Why not take off all of your clothes
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Kyla Tilley Newfoundland and Labrador
Kyla Tilley plays guitar, wears high heels, and writes sometimes sad, often funny, occasionally disconcerting, story-telling songs which rarely rhyme.
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