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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
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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
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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.
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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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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?
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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.
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blanket pulled up to the chin
while the white room slowly spins
in the whirlwind of the yesterdays 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...
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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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