1. |
Start From Scratch
05:24
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Let’s start from scratch for things have gone wayward
Let’s bury the axe or scare ourselves sensible
Reset the specs, a question of balance
The nation’s a wreck and others are dominoes
Let’s change the tune or end in ruin
Reset the time and stay alive
Who’s got the codes?
Do they follow orders?
Can they plug their ears?
Infighting down corridors
Turn off the tap, we’re leaking swamp water
That hair needs a hat, that body an anorak
Watch them collude, a tainted brood
Morally spent, retirement
Empowered by distrust in expertise
Everyone watches Rome fall to its knees
The zoo’s got fleas
In our blood, the final stages
Prime the pump, increase their wages
While we are left to dry
Stare hollow at the sky
Run out the clock
Rehearsed obfuscation
They’ll stare at us smug
Or hide in the shrubbery
Let’s tell the truth for things have gone cockeyed
Let’s re-plug the sluice and protect our retinas
(From burning and all our guts from turning)
Let’s change the tune or end in ruin
Reset the time and stay alive
The shower of power is golden when it
It’s taken in bed
Smile for the camera
A handshake for the state
The scepter is better when wielded for a
A slug to the head
Great things are coming
They’re coming from our famous dead
Empowered by distrust in expertise
Everyone watch
It’s in our blood, the final stages
Prime the pump, increase their wages
While we are left to dry
Stare hollow at the sky
Empowered by distrust in expertise
Everyone watch
It’s in our blood, the final stages
Prime the pump, increase their wages
It’s in our blood, the final stages
Prime the pump, increase their wages
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2. |
Native To Yourself
04:27
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I hooed and hawed about going out
I had my doubts
About this actor’s play
And what it had to say
Would it tingle brains?
No
I heard about an “après-fête”
And I was dressed
For a night out on the town
And when I turned ‘round
An apparition that I knew (somewhat)
Completely commandeered my view
All your charms are native to yourself
Not from the well of influence of others
All your charms are native to yourself
A rippling pool to dive deep and swim around in
Are you asking me back to your home?
Ancient goddess, spirit woman
Formed for the earth
Your words made of dirt
And newly
Free from a life dimming your light
Never meant to be a mother or a wife, no
All your charms are native to yourself
Not from the well of influence of others
All your charms are native to yourself
A rippling pool to dive into
Basking bodies
In the maroon light
You had to fight off watchdogs
For your recent past
But I had to laugh
Moving morals to the side
I accepted it was only for the night
And though I was in your thoughts
I stood in awe and wonder
As you fell upward to the sky
All your charms are native to yourself
Not from the well of influence of others
All your charms are native to yourself
A rippling pool to dive deep and swim around in
All your charms are native to yourself
Not from the well of influence of others
All your charms are native to yourself
A rippling pool to dive deep and swim around in
You fell upward to the sky
I stood in awe and wonder
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3. |
This Sum
03:36
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The bed’s unmade but not the mind
It’s made up and it has been for sometime
Somewhere a starling sings its song
And so go I, into a world some think is wrong
This sum says we’ve a station in life
A subterranean prison
Now that the waterfront is covered
My martyrdom will be so satisfied
With each step I take
You’ll feel something reborn
In the black
With each step I take
What a start I’ll make
Commotion keepin’ ‘em all on track
This sum says keepin’ current’s no good
I say it’s a meeting of powers
This sum
Is heaven bound
This sum
Will sleep safe and sound
This sum
Is my legacy
This sum’s
Gonna do it for me
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4. |
Head Over Heart?
05:07
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Fahrenheit will find him so wonderful
And telegrams are suited to all his thoughts of you
Not what is true
In a strange archaic life
Never mind the constant climb towards some peak control
It’d be so wonderful
Head over heart
Grist for the eyes
Head over heart
Suites for the lies
Granny’s been and gone on her pleasure cruise
The old Victrola’s revolutionized
Turning down foxtrots it’s found
In times called worse than these
When the need to show was just confined to those
With an arrogant postcard
Choosing
Head over heart
Grist for the eyes
Head over heart
Suites for the lies
Be wary of his feeling sorry for himself
Be sorry for that scary feeling in him
Be wary of his feeling sorry for himself
Swan about in velvet
They know he can’t help it
High street marches every Sunday
Rationed wisdom dispatched in a
Speech prismatic
Maybe someday
They’ll know what he means
Acolytes will turn against him
Frilly flares and shirts will wear thin
Bursts of anger keep the fire rekindling beefs anew
Choir’s words from pens of poison
No redeemer’s yet been chosen here
Fahrenheit will still find him wonderful
A model tease with language so colourful
Never mind the boasting
It’s only flash
Pseuds like him are never really built to last
Head over heart
Grist for the eyes
Head over heart
Social disguise
Head over heart
Suites for the lies
Be wary of his feeling sorry for himself
Be sorry for that scary feeling in him
Be wary of his feeling sorry for himself
Be sorry for that scary feeling in him
Be wary of his feeling sorry for himself
Swan about in velvet
They know he can’t help it
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5. |
Ladywoman
05:00
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You’re fine
You know you sing and move in time
Sometimes I just recline and watch your ankles
“A” grade
You’ll never see me throwing shade
Unless I somehow transform into an alder
Each day
You’re clad in black, dark blue and grey
To brighten up my life
I’m cuddlin’ up to you
If you feel it, won’t you cuddle
Cuddle up to me too
Lady woman
Ladywoman
Ladywoman, it’s our love affair
If you let me hold ya
I’ll say stuff I think I already told ya
Ladywoman, please permit me please
I have to ask ya
‘Cause, well, being forceful’s not my nature
You drive
I think it’s best if we want to stay alive
But let me put some gas in the car
Don’t frown
I’m not a man of much renown
Like you I want to keep things quiet
Each day
You always have the coffee made
To brighten up my life
I’m cuddlin’ up to you
If you feel it, won’t you cuddle
Cuddle, cuddle me too
Lady woman
Ladywoman
Ladywoman, it’s our love affair
If you let me hold ya
I’ll say some stuff that I already told ya
Ladywoman, please permit me please
I have to ask ya
‘Cause, well, being forceful’s not my nature
Ladywoman, it’s our love affair
If you let me hold ya
I’ll say stuff I think I already told ya
Ladywoman, please permit me please
I have to ask ya
‘Cause, well, being forceful’s not my nature
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6. |
Stay
04:54
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Should you happen to stay
For a moment stray
In a way that has
Meaning to you
So true
Prepare for a little fun
There’s time to whittle away
Will we ever have to take a break?
And will I ever have to lie to you?
If we separate
The thinking from the feeling
Like me, you may feel lost
No matter
Start doing the things that you want with your life
And then if we want, we break
Will we ever have to take that break?
And will I ever have to lie to you?
Will I ever have to not be true to you?
May we find some semblance of a real love
See you breathe
Hear you sleep
Can’t believe that the hours are naught
The cradle will rock
The people will talk
The past will be annulled
By the sum of these two sets of lungs
That cancel out the set of lungs of any other
They cancel out the lungs of any other
Rendering the owners belonging to those lungs mute
Have I convinced you to stay?
For a moment stray
In a way that has
Meaning to you
So true
Prepare for a little fun
There’s so much time
Why don’t we whittle it all away
Will we ever have to take that break?
And will I ever have to lie to you, lie to you, lie to you?
I don’t want to deceive you now, or maybe ever
I don’t want you to think I’m trying to be clever
Right now I find myself at ease, I hope for always
If it wasn’t for these shakin’ knees, I’d ask you to stay
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7. |
Condominimum
03:10
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Increase your share
Box us all away
It’s like we’re living with nothing
Staring at the ceiling
Watching, working and sleeping
Again and again
For some time
Maybe ever and ever
Rezone your past
The facade can stay
So you’re living in something
With a plaque from the city
But the building’s kinda shitty
So you live in a home without soul
It’s without soul
Rumours of coalitions
Greasy palms and favoured nations
As we’re nickeled and dimed again
Dishing out the fivers and tens
Waiting for the man to say “When”
Increase your share
Box us all away
‘Til we’re living with nothing
Watching, working and sleeping
Forever and ever
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8. |
Pinpoint
03:57
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I finally pulled it out of my pocket
It was a dream I kept to myself
Waiting for the perfect time
Why was it one of those things
That seemed to fade too fast
I wasn’t party to your point of reference
Is this a “thing” or a meme?
You don’t know how much I’ve seen that
Is this what your grandpa called a “crazy scene”?
You don’t know how much I’ve seen that
The same kind of shiver going up my spine
You don’t know how much I’ve seen that
And people getting tired that I’m taking the time
You don’t know how much I’ve seen that
It feels new
Through your new eyes
And it feels right
Through your new thighs
You know that I’d testify
That you don’t know how much I
Waited for this day
And you don’t know how much I
Played little games for days and days and days
You don’t how much I said to myself
That every little thing was going to be okay
You don’t how much I
You don’t how much I
You don’t how much I
How much it….
Feels new
Through your new eyes
And it feels right
Through your new thighs
I finally pulled it out of my pocket
(I can almost pinpoint the point)
It was a dream I kept to myself
Waiting for the perfect time
(I can almost pinpoint the point)
Why was it one of those things
That seemed to fade too fast
(I can almost pinpoint the point)
I wasn’t party to your point of reference
So I see what you really are
You’re getting your hit
You’re such a product of your age
I was such a caprice
Such a lapse in your record of terrible taste
You’re not programmed to care about someone not yourself
Who wants to be a gap in your rage
You can’t care how much I
You can’t care how much I
You can’t care how much I
How much it feels…
Wrong
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9. |
Future Planted Seeds
03:44
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Finding your way ‘round
Through multi-layered
Malefic snags while
Looking well curried for your audience of one
Hun
Gazing through the mirrored door
You have your memories
And future planted seeds
Now are growing
The vista’s in the light
Through prisms, acolyte
Laurels growing
Cooly, you flee
From celebrations
Iniquitous foul
And stained by lovers of unholy pentecost
Bowing
In awe now that
You have your memories
And future planted seeds
Now are growing
The vista’s in the light
Through prisms, acolyte
Laurels growing
Fools’ encomium
Addicted tympanum
Over….
Turning
From common sense
Burning
All the gains we made through history
By the sword and by the mind
And it is with regret and no respect
We must leave your nation far behind
Cry heathen
Gleaning the lattice
Of hungry magpies
Sailing through whirlpools
Ideas that made meat of their wits
And danced with the furies
Freely
Chained to the crowd
You have your memories
And future planted seeds
Now are growing
The vista’s in the light
Through prisms, acolyte
Laurels growing
Fools’ encomium
Addicted tympanum
Overflowing
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10. |
April Flowers
02:44
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A working class courtesan
Groomed in family ways and trade
By her mother
The doctor
He specialized in anatomical pathological female hysteria
So he said
An artist with stunted growth
Inbred
He paints alone
By the elephant
Refilling
Glass after glass from hollowed out cane of earthquake cocktail
Summoning St. Vitus
Flower in a frenzy
Always dancing for her pleasure
Not for others
And her doctor choose to
Proceed without curing
Paris had a hit on its hands, serpentine and free
There is a story
A fundraiser was held
Society was there
Yes, at the asylum
A new star was born when the orchestra played
The painter would watch her dance
And delirium would devise
Images
Later, when found infirm
Shooting invisible spiders
She still had faith in him
Commissioning infamy
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11. |
Reflect and Wait
01:51
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For though we’ve travelled hand in hand
And whispered words that no one else would say
And though the path we came across
Was built on footsteps two by two
And eyes trained on one
To keep them close
Enrich their life with love and selfless gifts
The path took many years
Our arms can’t reach
Our knees disjointed
Sparks make no fire
And now we wait
Across the room
With hope we’ll walk hand in hand once we say goodbye
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12. |
Back In The Fold
04:31
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We are crossing
Rusting in the salty air
With grifters on board
With cards as their sword
Of fortune
Liner hiding all the dirty suits at play
As louche as they’re lush
They hop from boudoir to bed
In search of that rich touch
International waters set for a mystery
International waters set for a dream
Of monied intrigue
Every frame is debonair
And filled with dying socialites
Crossing the stars and stems of night
With their drinks held high
And I am just a stowaway
A scamp along for the ride
Nothing to lose
But all the strands of my former life
I steal into their staterooms
And I shave and choose from
Choice designer clothes
Now they say
“It’s good to have you back in the fold”
We are sailing
Baking in the salty air
Distrusting in kind
Romance on our mind
And I’m loving coming awfully close to being caught
Avoiding a cell
Occasionally slipping away
When the ruse doesn’t sit well
International charlatans
They, purveyors of long cons
In Paris, Casablanca and Hong Kong
In my case, nowhere for long
I’m drawn
To the fun
In short bursts
Every frame is debonair
And filled with dying socialites
Crossing the stars and stems of night
With their drinks held high
And I am just a stowaway
A scamp along for the ride
Nothing to lose
But all the strands of my former life
And every frame is double crossed with bon vivants
Every frame is bubbling over
French champagne
Dubious of each introduction
Is anyone in here a real countess?
This count sounds like he’s born in New Jersey
These are my people
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James William Scott Toronto, Ontario
Toronto-based composer. Plays drums and keyboards. Sings a bit. Drums with Heavy Ethics, Hot Wax Meltdown and Strange Brood. Keyboards with Polite Society.
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