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I’m gonna get back
Into sculpture
I’m gonna start by splitting this rock in two
The day’s yellow rays betray
The cock of the bull
Lifted out of the blue
There’s no treasure
There’s no chest
There’s no fifteen paces from the palm tree to the X
There’s just a page drawn over with lines
The white belly of the boat
And this chisel of mine
And I’m
Gonna cry all day, I’m gonna cry all day...
I’ve never been so close to quitting it all in all my life
And I can’t even tell you why
Maybe it’s to do with all the empty space around me
Well, ba ba bada dada da da da
I’ve never been so close to quitting it all in all my life
And I can’t even tell you why
Maybe it’s to do with this new melody you found
It goes: blah blah-blah, blah blah-blah, blah-blah
I’m gonna cry all day, I’m gonna cry all day...
And it’s boring that the body’s
Necessary for the ashes
Like it’s boring that the grave is
Necessary for the casket, but
Can you hear me ask you
For the hundredth time
Come to my rescue
For the hundredth time
‘Cause I’m
Gonna cry all day, I’m gonna cry all day...
I’m gonna get back
Into sculpture
I’m gonna start by splitting this rock in two
The day’s yellow rays betray
The cock of the bull
Lifted out of the blue
There’s no treasure
There’s no chest
There’s no fifteen paces from the palm tree to the X
There’s just a page drawn over with lines
The white belly of the boat
And this chisel of mine
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Heard through nerd’s ears, I’m doing fine
And you’re building a bomb shelter, well, I know your type
While up on the hill Billy kick-starts the bike
And the sound travels down through the valley of the blind
Yes the sound travels down through the valley of the blind
And it should’ve just been a drag but the husband died
Now the publishers of the rag need the proof, or so they cried
And the sound travels down through the valley of the blind
Yes the sound travels down through the valley of the blind
It’s a paradise for one
It’s a paradise for two
It’s a pair of bloody hands
That we use, and
God knows why this is where I love you
God knows why this is where I love you
This is where the grin of the rivers mouth moves into view
Heard through nerd’s ears, I’m doing fine
And you’re building a bomb shelter, well, I know your type
While in the wellness aisle
They told me how the state controls my mind, and now
The sound travels down through the valley of the blind
God knows why oh god knows why
This is where I love you
God knows why oh god knows why
This is where you love me too
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Nostalgia Is The Rose
03:10
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Nostalgia...
There is a sadness that comes
With how fast we become
Accustomed to some new thing
We all look like babes in the spring
Out with the old
And in with anything
Nostalgia is the rose
That regret grows
Like an afternoon into an evening
Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon in Beijing
With you
When we had nothing
And nothing to do
And we couldn't get a cab to the museum
So we stayed in our room
Nostalgia...
What is the way
That the dancer falls
Without ever really hitting the floor
What's the way we used to have
Of riding roller coasters
And what’s this old rope for
And what's the best word
For that feeling
You have
Like your body's
Halfway
Into a tunnel
To a place
You just Laid
Waste
Nostalgia's just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day...
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Taxi After Taxi
04:07
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Slouched on a curb
Of a Berlin hotel
One I doubt is aging well
Nothing like that ever will
I let taxi after taxi
After taxi go by
I could feel life shifting
Like a tremor in the ground
Now I wonder
In an evenhanded way
Where I’d be had I raised
My forsaken hand
Would I be a flame
In the great hall of smoke
Or another man overboard
I would have not have dared say
Stop the car
For I know I'm no hopeless romantic
I would have not have dared say
Stop the car
Gone all the way to Montreal
Instead of flying back to you
Flying back to you...
A fork in the path is
What most would say
I say a fulcrum between
The past and today
And if that's the hammer
That forges the blade
In the steel I see rainbows
And I'm okay
A prism in the puddle
On our street where the kid
Likes to kick his little boots of blue
If I had found
Some other meaning of truth
Would I be lost in the look of someone
Not at all like you
Or if I had found
Some other meaning of truth
Would I find myself still
Flying back to you
Flying back to you...
I let taxi after taxi go by
So show me those rainbows...
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Orcas
03:29
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Asleep in the garden
You have a dream we have an ark and
All the orcas come around because they love you
They gather at the hull
And while I watch you sing them lullabies
I accidentally break the ark in two
Flying through the city
Like we own this fucking city
All the lights turn red to green because they love you
And I follow the north star
Into a parting sea of cars
Until I laugh until I crash into the W hotel
Then suddenly I'm standing
In a line that winds down the hill
Climbing up the tower
You come untied to gravity's power
Because it loosened up its grip because it loves you
But still you have to fall
To fall and save me from my fall
For while I watched you climb so fast
My grip had come loose too
Falling through the ocean
We can feel the wild motion
Of the orcas who return because they love you
Now from the ocean floor
I watch them push you like a newborn
Toward the air above you
Then suddenly I'm standing
In a line that winds down the hill
The line is made of babes who say they're feeling
Sacrificial
Don't forget to dream something dreamy about me...
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The Shadow
03:36
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You’re aware that in the night the shadow is still there
And you're aware that it's the light that makes the shadow appear
And still you go around as though Destruction’s not your name
We are bound to be the keepers of the mutants that we make
We must allow the grim release of the mutant from the cage
And still you go around as though Destruction’s not your name
Holy hell come take me now and show me where to lay
In hills unknown and fill my heart with shame
And I know that's not quite the same—
I know that's not quite the same as an answer
You’re aware of the wreckage in your wake
You will tear at the edges of vindication
And still you go around as though Destruction’s not your name
And you’re aware the shadow is always there
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Exonerator
03:40
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The navy bathrobe that she made me last year
When there was still a silky luster to my hair
Was what the phantom standing in the past wore
Oh, he was barely there
And I said: What kind of thief are you?
He said: I'm the one the next one will steal from
Always the bridesmaid and never the bride
Oh nevermind, I cried
You’re barely there anymore
I don’t think the deal is fair anymore
Exonerate me
Exonerator
If who we seem to be inside our own dreams
Makes up the core of who we actually are
Then I’m a violent and unscrewed beast
You’re barely there anymore
I don’t think the deal is fair anymore
I think you live in the air
Between the key and the door
Exonerate me
Exonerator
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There’s the smell of the earth
And the smell of the earth burning
And the long line, like worms,
We burrow-burrowed in
There's the action in the east
It's a crack in the egg
They'll stay standing still until
The bishop finds a vein
And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you
And then there’s the queen
Oh the old queen
She finally died
La dada dada
And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you
Everyone is poor now
Like it always should've been
The king took the cow
But we did the reconnaissance
Everyone is poor now
Like it always should've been
We drained the cow so hollow
We could pop her with a pin
And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you
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I was occupied
Untying the knots I'd tied
I tied them all wrong
I tried to have a song
Not be
Be about love
Like a hand that hides a glove
When the totems rearrange
The order of their faces
And the world
The world order changes
I'll just need you to say
I'll just need you to say you love me
When the crow wolfs down the dove
And what’s below is found above
All I'll need... is love
I was occupied
Untying the knots I'd tied
When I knocked over the roped-off ceramics
Oh, I almost had it!
I guess we can grow our own food to survive
Just put your hand inside the glove
And say that you love me, and say that you care
And say that the butterflies flying by the butterfly bush
Will always be there
Never knew just who we'd be
I colored inside the lines you drew for me
Like a hand that hides inside the glove
When the crow wolfs down the dove
All I'll need... is love
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These days have made a shade of you
These days have made a shade of you
A caterpillar slave
A caterpillar slave
The pen wears wing-shapes through the page
The pen wears wing-shapes through the page
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Need something about the real world
Here
Like how the sky at night is a cliche
The sky at night is a cliche
We'll always love it anyway
We'll always love it anyway
A star becomes the eye of god
When you've got end times in your eyes
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Need something about the real world
Here
Like the time we ran the kissing booth
We ran the hell out of that booth
Under the window turning blue
And all your neighbors heard it too
There was no customer but me
There was no customer but you
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That’s something about the real world
There
Count all the lightbulbs in the room
Count all the lightbulbs in the room
From door to wall to door again
From door to wall to door again
And admit you think a horse is just
A unicorn with an invisible horn, oh
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That's something about the real world
There
I have a picture
It's of a stone
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this stone
Hey angel, you're just a stone
I don't know how to throw away anymore
I have a picture
It's of a tree
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this tree
It’s the same tree I see every single morning
Looking out the window at the tree
I have a picture
It's of a knife
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this knife
And I know I can cut away the good
Or I can cut away the bad
In life
With this knife
I have a picture
It's of a heart
I don't know if it's mine, I just
Drew this heart
Hey heart, you're just a stone
I don't know how to throw away anymore
Light stabs out like windmill blades
From just a single dot
And I'm like, Oh, that single dot
Must be a star
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Pronounced Kroog British Columbia
Spencer Krug is central to a handful of projects (Sunset Rubdown, Wolf Parade, Moonface, Swan Lake), and has been on a number of labels (Sub Pop, Jagjaguwar, Paper Bag, Royal Mountain, Global Symphonic, Absolutely Kosher.) Pronounced Kroog is the self-made label on which he now releases new music under his own name, as well as reissues from past projects. ... more
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