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We Were Coalmine Canaries

by notforme!

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1.
I'll keep the tapes rolling Just incase you remember anything else and I'll Bring you a coffee and an ashtray Back there, in the corner There's a sink where you can wash the blood off your hands and Maybe then we could talk You've witnessed the murder And you carried the body nine blocks down the Main All alone in the pouring rain But then the rain never stops in the town of the broken Where the Beast of Indifference resides So you've been walking the streets, grinding the corners But atleast you had her by your side But now that she's gone It's all gone I'll keep the door open So if you want to go now I won't send my men Well, the morning train leaves at ten I'll hold the reporters I will feed them some lies, use a fictional name 'Cuz I was once just the same And the rain never stopped in the town of the broken Where the Beast of Indifference resides So I've been walking the streets, grinding the corners But atleast I had her by my side But now that she's gone It's all gone
2.
Down To The Coalpit (free) 01:39
Who could believe we'd be So down beneath Coal mine canaries With ash on our wings We are destined to be The harbingers of greaf I can't see in the darkness But yet you still sing And it alaways cheers me up! Oh! The morning will come And this tiny town Will spring into life With coffee and honesty Calloused and sage These hands will take this cage Down to the coalpit And trust us their lives But I hope you will still sing Of a long forgotten dream Of a place far from this town And I will be OK until I hear that sound
3.
And the ceiling was black As black as the coldest hearts Until she came in With a ladder and a chalk And drew ten thousand dots As I lay in bed With a terrible cold And this world With the door and the window was born Then she turned on the lights And painted the ceiling blue With a few stormy clouds In the corner to keep me aware Of the possible rain But I wasn't afraid Oh, she dipped the brush in red And painted over the entire sky Was it sun rise or dusk? I wasn't sure But I kept looking up As she painted the birds Like those days at the shore And I passed out But when I awoke the curtains were open. It was the dawn.
4.
Brakeman's Coat (free) 02:18
The road takes it slow But I swear I'll be home before dawn Sneak inside. Just to sit by the bed with a smile Kiss your cheek Just to hear how you giggle in your sleep And I'll be back in your tender arms But until then the steel wheels Are drumming the rhythm of my life And the snake trail is headin' Towards setting sun And the engine is hummin' "Go on!" But when I'm done I'd rather be back where you are The road shifts and turns But I swear I'll be home before dawn Oh, I hope As I hang up my old brakeman's coat In the dark You'll turn the lights on to catch me offguard. That old trick and a kiss on the neck. But until then the steel wheels Are drumming the rhythm of my life And the snake trail is headin' Towards setting sun And the engine is hummin' "Go on!" But when I'm done I'd rather be back where you are
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Different Sides Now (free) 03:36
Oh, how I wish I could stay But I never tried to actually ask Now I'm out of time And memories are such a drag I'm gonna burn those diaries in a stove now 'cuz in the end our souls In the end our souls are departed oh, how I wish I could keep All ya brothers close To stroll down these streets Where I don't belong Together with thee But I haven't heared from you for weeks And in the end our souls in the end our souls are departed Oh, please, won't someone come and rescue me Violently awake me from the broken dream I can't see. There's not a lightswitch, not an open door honestly, how could I ever ask for more than this brotherhood?
7.
Souls Departed (free) 04:54
Should i stay safe and sane Should i go and start it all again Legs are stiff and i can't breathe Getting warm by burning hopes and dreams We dived on time And made out on different sides The boat capsized Went down but I still hope you're fine Modestly trying to live Separated by the mighty stream Beautiful irony From afar you try to mimic me We dived on time And made out on different sides The boat it capsized Went down. Bad luck. Hope you're fine And moving on.
8.
These Bunk Beds (free) 02:25
blanket pulled up to the chin while the white room slowly spins in the whirlwind of the yesterday’s news people phoning in I came here to visit you no, i'm not done yet, I refuse to give up and check in still you try to tell me what to do And what if I don't Wanna be another Cog in the machine A transistor out of order A file on a desk Or cannon fodder? Go on, tell me how to live A decent man, a modest thief Like those sons and daughters Dippin' their toes in the holy water A politologist, a saint There's always someone else to blame Pass the torch! A motto: "Do what you must and follow orders!" And what if I don't Wanna be another Cog in the machine A transistor weirdly soldered A file on a desk Or cannon fodder? can't you see we both have sinned these bunk beds wait for who comes next we used to spit out words like "love" and "friendship" taken out of context you and me the kindred spirits just hope to cope with all this violence take my hand I'll get us out just don't forget to... to practice kindness...
9.
That Night (free) 02:56
Neon signs and billboards Reflecting in the wet sidewalks I read 'em all The night I went to count the bars And August left a message on my phone "So long. I'm gone" I've washed the floor and locked the door At the diner I was working for Free meals and out of loneliness So I went down the familliar road With money just enough to drink 'til dawn I thought, I hoped And the moon was on the rise And the traffic lights turned yellow As if they jealous of the light And the night was sweet and calm Met the boys at Freud's. We Took a couple shots and I went outside To get some air The girl stood there, hands crossed, upset She asked me if I had a cigarette I felt the scent Of cinnamon and chamomile And I could walk a thousand miles To prove I'm worthy of her smile But we smoked in silence, unaware The summer's ended - and she disappeared "My cab. Take care" And the moon was on the rise And the traffic lights were yellow As if they jealous of the light And the night was sweet and calm That night the moon was burning bright And the traffic lights were yellow As if they jealous of the light Oh, that night was lonesome, sweet and calm

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"notforme!" is the acoustic solo project from Pavel Mokhort, the singer\songwriter of the Karelian punk band Six-Pack Sunday. Since 2009, he has traveled half of Russia with occasional forays abroad, playing small bars and cafes. "We Were Coalmine Canaries" is a collection of travel notes, postcards and photographs from his shoebox of memories. Keep it simple: a guitar, a shabby plaid shirt and a couple of friends.


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released August 27, 2016

Musiс & lyrics by Pavel Mokhort
Mixing and mastering: ­George Wilder
Cover by Embry

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