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A terrible word for a terrible week
I sat you all down and started a speech
The gist of it was no-one talks of death
Before I was done everybody had left
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
When you’re welcomed home
It really makes your day
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
I was meaning to ask how you manage so well
If you open the blinds it’s as clear as a bell
A terrible word for a terrible week
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
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Distraction
02:50
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It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
Huh
Ooh, my loins ache madness and fever
Ooh, my loins are aching for you
Is this a distraction?
Just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
I’m at home with a phone and I’m all alone
You know that we sacrifice
Precious moments of our lives
I just want to be with you
Because it’s something I want to do
It’s all because of my
Distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
We never know it
Until it hits us
This time is money we forgot
To calculate
Distraction
Distraction
I’m over here
You're over there
I’m over here
You're over there
You're over here
And I’m over there
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I don’t want to get sucked in to the family business
I do not want to be part of the family business
I’ve got to get out of this town
It’s only going to glue me down
Because the kid who threw rocks in my face
Will be the boss of me someday
I don’t want to get sucked in to the family business
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
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Exclusive Plot
02:40
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You have to visit my tombstone
You have to promise to come back every year
You have to visit my tombstone
I will be buried in an exclusive plot
I planned it and signed all the papers
It cost a year’s wages to install me there
But I’m attracted to the high life
And we will sing at the post-burial
Of all the love that we have wasted
It’s quite a distance away from the main gates
You can faintly hear the traffic
There’s a gardener who comes once a week
To throw out all the dead flowers
And we will sing at the post-burial
Of all the love that we have wasted
And there’s some famous people across the way
Which has been cordoned off by fences
So when my shabby days come to an end
At least I’ll recognise some faces
I will be buried in an exclusive plot
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Mountain Wood Collection
02:40
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It’s a slow day
But they’ve been like this for some time now
I have my long lens
And I can see if anyone tries to come up my path
I keep my prey in a darkened cage
Because you’re never sure whether it is going to rain
I burn a fire so I can stay outside
I keep the wood in columns of neat piles
I’ve a story about a young man
Who couldn’t read signs so he trespassed on my land
And I could see him combing through trees
Until a column appeared and dropped him to his knees
He retraced his steps and noticed newer things
And I blushed with pride because he never noticed me
But as he went away I started feeling sad
So I ran and ran but couldn’t catch up with that lad
These three things clutter up my mind
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
Teeny things all locked up inside
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
These three things clutter up my mind
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
Teeny things all locked up inside
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
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Rumours Dogged Us
01:54
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Rumours dogged us every evening
There was only one
It concerned naked flesh followed by a puritanical sermon
But we swear it wasn’t like that, like that, like that
We swear
Bar is closed now
You should go home
Where’s your handbag?
Is this your wallet?
You can stave off some misfortune
By starting anew
I could say I wasn’t flashing, trashing
The claims that I grew
This guy saw it with his own eyes
Saliva and tongues and a rope!
But we realise your views
Are only sad pleas
For company
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Up to the age of 23
I kept my own private company
One day an acquaintance said to me
“Let me join your secret society”
It was a weathered stone
It needed lots of scrubbing
There were sheets and clothes
Which needed a thorough washing
The club was a little lonely
I let her join my society
The rules were written down for clarity
I saw an end to my monopoly
And I kept pressing the point
That societies go stagnant
Without new voices
Laziness will run rampant
Recruited more members
And formed a new committee
The first decree was set
Strive for massive publicity
Yeeeah!
I lost my credibility
In my own secret society
I saw no need for privacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy
It was a weathered stone
It needed lots of scrubbing
There were sheets and clothes
Which needed a thorough washing
And I kept pressing the point
That societies go stagnant
Without new voices
Laziness will run rampant
It was a weathered stone
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Blame (parts 1 & 2)
05:01
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You’ve got my head in a whirl
You’ve got my head in a whirl
You’ve got my head in a whirl
It’s not right!
OK, now what have you heard?
OK, now what have you heard?
OK, now what have you heard?
Are you right?
Or not?
You’ve got my head in a head in a head in a head in a
Head in a whirl
A whirl!
I don’t feel right
My heart is aching
I can’t explain what I think again
But you’re always putting the blame on me
On a village road
I played at racetrack
I hurt my arm in the crash as well
But you’re always putting the blame on me
It’s a rites thing
Or you’re maybe just a drama queen
I don’t think I’m gonna stay to find out
I taught my sons how to do handstands, I’d say
“You give up and you’ll never be a man”
Now one’s a lawyer, the other one’s on the stand
But you’re always putting the blame on me
A mad staring makes you question your mind
So check your pockets and be selfless and kind
I may have bungled it
But I’m still a part of it
And that’s right!
You’re always putting the blame on me
I’m all confused, I don’t know what you have heard
You’ve got some juice, you’ve got my head in a whirl
You’ve got my head in a whirl!
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You Deserve Better
01:08
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I don’t think I can satisfy
I don’t think I can satisfy you
How can I?
Please tell me why
I don’t think I can satisfy you
I don’t think I can satisfy you
The word is out
I’ve got a feeling that
It’s over now
Oh, tell me why
I don’t think I can satisfy you
I don’t think I can satisfy you
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People Look Up
02:39
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In a bygone era, when you didn’t look up
Unless things were falling down
It was never considered
Important to keep studying the ground
When the pink and the yellow
Combined to form a canvas with the bleeding red
We all started to shiver
And we hid inside our bathrooms to escape the dread
If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest
I hope you choose not to ignore it
Because you’ll miss the things that we all like best
I saw a glass topple off a building
And it only missed my head by a few hair strands
So can you save those before they start dropping?
Is it a blue sky or the kicking of empty cans?
I caught a boy out on the rooftops
He was sniffing hurriedly remainders of the pops
(And with a bird’s eye view you were crawling)
The streetlamp orange was glowing
If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest
If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest
(see, he’s hungry, see, he’s hungry
keep in the tree, keep in the tree)
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Never Have Another Boy In My Life
In my hometown
I made out with quite a few
In my hometown
I only ever wanted you
It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep
You tortured me
Did you know and did it feel right?
Because when we dug our hole in the ground and crawled in
I wish it had been an endless night
It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep
No, it was you boy, you tore out my heart
Because of you boy, I’ve fallen apart
Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life
It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep
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Smokejumper
01:32
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I’m a smokejumper
I’m smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
I’ve got a stack of cash
But that’s an added bonus
I get to go up
And jump out of planes
I’m just digging the earth
Digging the earth
Planting the trees
Parachuting down
I’ve got a stack of reading
To get through
I need all this time off
To be with you ‘cause
I’m a smokejumper
I’m smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
I’m one of four hundred
I feel honoured
If maybe you’ve wondered
I feel honoured
I’ve got a stack of cash
And pretty girls at my door
I owe a stack of tax
But who will ever know?
I’m a
I’m a
Smokejumper
Smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
The gobbler burned so we withdrew
Watched the trees die and fires roar
I’m a smokejumper
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My black year
My black bottle of beer
I knocked it back
But I felt the same
Another drunk
Passed out on the table in front
A well-thumbed dictionary by his side
A faded page in the back
Some random numbers scrawled in black
And in bold letters were three words: “You care because…”
My black days
I tried to mend my old ways
But you know how difficult it is to change
A door which slams
Interrupting all of our plans
Useless papers scattered all over the floor
I had no family history
Because it was never taught to me
The faded photographs in the loft were all thrown out
It was all in my black year
It was all in my black year
Sunbathing as soon as the snow is gone
Waking up when you’ve lost someone
I’ve wasted time and I don’t have long
I realise now
It was all in my black year
It was all in my black year
My black year
My black bottle of beer
My black year
My black bottle of beer
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Threw Me
04:01
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You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now
You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now
And when I heard it I thought
There must be something in the water making the fish die
Why did you waste all our money when there’s nothing to buy?
You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now
You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now
And what I say is
All the miscommunication leads to an inevitable path
The path is swamped, our clothes are damp and we both learned nothing from the past
The words we say are white on white
I don’t know how long this can all last!
You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now
You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now
We need to change coordinates because the plane is going to go down
Every time we raise objections we’re told not to bother you now
And saying something isn’t one thing
Nothing to turns to something somehow!
You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now
You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now
We once climbed the fence at night
To get into rich private ground
But today we just argue about when we get the bus into town
Etch a lie
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Hank Kitchener, Ontario
Hank was formed in winter 2002 in Toronto, Canada by Jeremy Singer. Over the years, the group has continued to evolve, expand and contract. It released three acclaimed LPs on Toronto's Blocks Recording Club. Latest record is 'Minimumest Moods' (2023).
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