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Fighting Words
03:18
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You sir, you sir are a wicked man
You broke the law and right withstand
You will I defy
Craven, craven wretch you've got to pay
The debt you must repay today
And blood's the currency
You say you live by the sword
Pause yet, for swords can be broken
You say you live by the sword
Pause yet, or you will be broken
Mad dog, rabid, go on paw the ground
You snarl fierce but no one's around
It's just you and I
I said heel bitch, listen to my lullaby
Sleep is come into your eye
As my blade sings goodbye
You say you live by the sword
Pause yet, for swords can be broken
You say you live by the sword
Pause yet, or you will be broken
And upon you may a plague fall
You say you live by the sword
(You will fall, yes you will fall)
Pause yet, for swords can be broken
(You will fall. Yes, you will fall)
You say you live by the sword
(You will fall. Yes, you will fall)
Pause yet, or you will be broken
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2. |
The Residence of Ben
02:27
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You've reached the residence of one named Ben
I thank you for calling, but I'm presently not in
And it's such a shame
I would have loved to talk with you
We could have passed the day right through
But today I've gone away
To a better place, my feet just itched to stray
I had to flee my cagey blue-walled room
For the radiator was leaking gloom
And it's far too cold, but I'll call you soon
Won't you leave a message at the tone?
Please tell me your story, just speak it through the phone
I'd really like to know
Give your name and number, too
I'll return your call, will do
But today I've gone away
To a better place, my feet just itched to stray
I had to flee my cagey blue-walled room
For the radiator was leaking gloom
And it's far too cold, but I'll call you soon
Laying on my bed I pondered loudly
While the neon drone of the city oppressed my ear
Looking out on the concrete vegetation
Oh, why did I move down here?
You've reached the residence of one named Ben
Why haven't you called me, I've been checking quite often
But no one has rung
I really need to chat with you
I'm so bored, if you only knew
Don't forget me I'll be coming back home soon
I had to get away, get away
From this town and the humming streets
I could no longer sleep
My midget cell made me want to yell
So I fled, went away, to where the voices don't dwell
I gotta be where I am not lonely
So if you'd be so kind as to come get me
I'll be waiting at the station at noon
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3. |
Gentlemen of Leisure
02:45
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Gentlemen shouldn't ever strain
He who sweats doth himself arraign
Vulgar types alone profess
A taste for busyness
While the idle sit and waste
And the waspy buzz in haste
So the best of men reflect
And by God, they don't fret
Gentlemen are a most rare breed
Bloody few distinguish want from need
Bliss sours when it's cheap
Only piggies suckle pleasure's teat
While the idle sit and waste
And the waspy buzz in haste
So the best of men reflect
And by God, they don't fret
Let's take a stroll
Stroll 'til the bell tolls
Leisure, leisure is a friend
To those who will contend
And virtue's name defend
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4. |
Samaritans Never Prosper
03:20
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We are broke
And we daily choke
Suffer us. Will you help us cope?
Feeling low
Awful woe
Told you so
Foolish man, you gave far too much. You've no leg to stand
They took it while you offered helping hand
And maybe, maybe good was done
But what is it worth if no crown is won
We are broke
And we hate our yoke
Pity us. Will you lend us a rope?
We are broke
And we choke and choke
Deliver us you misanthrope
Feeling low
Awful woe
Told you so
Foolish man, you gave far too much. You've no leg to stand
They took it while you offered helping hand
And maybe, maybe good was done
But what is it worth if no crown is won
Beggar flee and leper shun
Their wanting eyes
They pine and despise
And wailing reprise
They are all around
They will run you aground
Like wolves they will hound
And bring you down, down, down
They are all around
They will run you aground
Like wolves they will hound
Until they bring you down
God damn, God damn, we need you so
Life's a little tough, or don't you know
We've given it our all, got nothing to show
But God damn we need you so
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5. |
The Dying Art
02:26
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There's simply no escape
You can strut but remember drape
Pray do not shed a tear
Death is a boor and is nothing to fear
Grim will reap what you have sown
Just as you peak you will be mown
Stay the struggle to the top
Kiss the sun. Defy the chop
Temptations everywhere
It ain't easy being a square
They will bend you out of form
Sooner than not you're crooked and torn
Grim will reap what you have sown
Just as you peak you will be mown
Stay the struggle to the top
Kiss the sun. Defy the chop
Longing for a soul
That's lovely, perfect, whole
Sublimating this muckrake prole
For fate need not smart
Salvation is a happy heart
So kill the inner tart
Ugliness must depart
Living's a dying art
Here in the box I lay
It appears I have passed away
But I'm not too upset
The quick they die, the dead forget
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6. |
Valediction
03:29
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Grey is the sound of the sea
And blue the fading of mirth
Whispering winds sing mysteries deep
As sage-like winds preach peace
Preach peace
Emerald sky
And cool shoal sands
Good bye
I'll see you again
My time, it's been fine
But this day's at an end
Old forest path I traverse
Home, many fathoms away
Billowing oaks wave breezy farewell
As obdurate geese they stay
For another May
Sparkling brook in eve'ns soft light
Good bye
I'll see you again
My time, it's been fine
But this day's at an end
An end, an end, an end
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7. |
Lovers Lie
03:13
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Some say truth is overrated
And reason but a ploy
Some things are better left unstated
Words that faith destroy
Tell me that you care
That you'll be there
You like my hair
Even if it's just for show
Tell me that I'm the man
And that I can
That you're a fan
Even if you must be faux
Some say honesty's misleading
And candour is a crime
Sometimes looks can be deceiving
But leave the pretty grime
Tell me that you care
That you'll be there
You like my hair
Even if it's just for show
Tell me that I'm the man
And that I can
That you're a fan
Even if you must be faux
Give me fairy tales
And pleasing illusion
Splendid delusion
And beautiful misconstrusions
Some veils are better not uplifted
'Cause horrors hide beneath
Some sense they have been short-shrifted
And so they gnash their teeth
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8. |
Clarity
03:24
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I want to close my eyes and see
The rise and stretch of dawn
She comes to baptize me
In the heat of her waking yawn
Rain, sweet, it's been so long
And drown me with your tender song
Oh, I feel her. She's somewhere near
Surround me. Embrace
Her splendour, oh so chaste
Don't leave me. It'll grieve me
Why won't you stay?
I am dust and yet believe
The shades eternal prance
The beauty she now weaves
Whispers, no, 'tis not chance
Speak soft, morning star, remain
And may we never part again
Oh, I feel her. She's somewhere near
Surround me. Embrace
Her splendour, oh so chaste
Don't leave me. It'll grieve me
Why won't you stay?
I'm begging you, hold on, just hold on, just hold on
And now she's gone
Please know I'm waiting
For you
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All the gods have flown away
Now we idol common clay
No more psalms of deep devotion
Just the thrill of the pop-explosion
And it's not the same
No, it's not the same
In fact it's pretty lame
Sing the song of liberation
Sing the song of masturbation
Sing the song of mild abrasion
Sing the song
Damn it all. Everything's been done
Nothing new underneath the sun
Even triumph becomes rotten
Ever deed is soon forgotten
Christ, now what am I going to do?
Should I eat, drink, sleep, or screw?
No more happy ever after
Just the cackle of tragic laughter
And it's not the same
No, it's not the same
In fact it's pretty lame
Sing the song of liberation
Sing the song of masturbation
Sing the song of mild abrasion
Sing the song of mastication
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10. |
Paradise Misplaced
03:47
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Where? Where do you say we are?
This dreadful place ranges barren, wide, and far
And I know that it's my fault
I know that it's my fault
Farewell bliss, au revoir
What? What do you want from me?
Have I not sought your pardon on contrite knee?
'Cause I know that it's my fault
I know that it's my fault
But your justice ain't a remedy
No, no, no remedy
I told you it's my fault
I told you it's my fault
I ask but for a full reprieve
Give it! Don't be a tease
Why does it have to be this way, this way?
I don't understand it, no
You saw how I was led astray
Must I languish? Take pity on a poor man's soul
A pauper-soul
You laugh. What, you think me drole?
How far we've come
So far from where we had first begun
This is no longer fun
Those cords that bound have now been undone
And what now? Shall I exit left? Take my bow?
Bid you happiness? Hide a scowl?
All my life regret?
Ruefully knowing that I'll never forget...
Your touch, smile, joy, wiles, and the song in your voice
I've no choice
I'm broke, lost, disconsolate, tossed
By the thought of your loss. I said yeah
I know that it's my fault, yeah
I know that it's my fault, yeah
I told you it's my fault, yeah
Grant me the grace that I have earned
Are you not at all concerned?
Or is it that, cruel one, you'd rather see me burned?
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11. |
Lonely Crowd
03:38
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Turn your face. Avert your eyes
'Cause they are watchin'
Strangers bent to terrorize
You'd best keep walkin'
Lonely crowd
Not so loud
No one's home
Mind your own
There's no us
And there's no we
There's just you
And there's just me
Step in time, boy
Wake up, last man wins
Block them out 'cause they're not there
It'll soon be over
Vacant looks of calm despair
All will soon be over
Lonely crowd
Not so loud
No one's home
Mind your own
There's no us
And there's no we
There's just you
And there's just me
Step in time, boy
Wake up, last man wins
Off of the street
Where life is discrete
Safe in your room
Where none may bother
World's going mad
It's really getting bad
Keep to yourself
And you'll never be sad
Wake-up, fake-up, tight-lip, day is done. And in the morning
Wake-up, fake-up, tight-lip, day is done. Every morning
No, I don't want that
No, I don't want that
No, I don't want that
No, no one wants that
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Showroom Toronto, Ontario
Showroom was a band. A good band. While Toronto is a city, Showroom was a band within that city, and received praise from
music critics who themselves were human beings with feelings.
Showroom made music that made people want to dance, smile, reflect, run, walk, roll over, heel, and eat dinner. Their records were projected to sell over 1,000,000,000,000 copies. Outrageous? No. Just call it true.
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