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Victorian Poison
04:51
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Edward's boot upon her neck
One too many times
The burns her children noticed
Over nursery rhymes
Violet saw little choice
If they were to survive
Sharpened up her best scissors
Taught herself to drive
The best Victorian poison
Was probably cyanide
Odourless and colourless
And mostly husbands died
Sisters had to cull the field
So they could hit their stride
The best Victorian poison
Was prob'ly cyanide
Ada in the cellar locked
All the weekend long
Came up with a bill of fare
And put it in a song
"Strychnine soup for starters
Stew of leopard's bane”
A man deserves a final meal
Before he goes away
Pretty Polly and Crazy Mary
Chemistry and apothecary
Elizabeth got arsenic
From the cattle vet
A little drop in his evening scotch
And watched his spirit let
The kids were with their grandfather
Nursing sweet black eyes
Elizabeth moved in that night
And let her story rise
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2. |
Apparently Lulu
05:26
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She made a last-second decision
To step left instead of right
And she hit a slick of anti-freeze
Left by a crash last night
Her name was apparently Lulu
It rang like a bell
Came up from behind just in time
And caught her as she fell
Apparently Lulu had just fled the scene
Of a terrible crisis of epic proportions it seems
They say “Plus ça change, plus ç’est la meme chose”
But apparently Lulu, that’s only half true
The sign said, “Come in, we’re open”
At the all-night laundromat
So they got a cup of hot chocolate
From a vending machine in the back
He said, “Apparently Lulu,
You are in some distress.”
And she said, “My dear, as long as we’re here,
We might as well wash this dress.”
Apparently Lulu had turned down a ring
And the second biggest house in Kapuskasing
And the gossip-mongers made a killing that day
But apparently Lulu, they misconstrued you
She said, “These walls are load-bearing
And I need an engineer.”
She wiped her eyes, he sympathized
And said “That’s not my chosen career”
Then it was just like their first dance
“Beth” by Peter Criss
Homecoming queen, forever sixteen
Running out on a kiss
The day of the wedding I remember well
Cause down at the church it was me who was ringin’ the bell
And I stayed behind, stacking chairs, as they drove away
Apparently Lulu, apparently Lulu
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3. |
They Say
05:07
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They say “It gets easier”
They say “Dreams come true”
We know it’s never gonna work out
Despite everything we do
We’ve lived through a blistering
We carried a stone
We held on to our last ticket
No comfort we have grown
On time you slip away, riding some vaporwave
Leaving the treason of your smile
I swear, to spare
The end of the line
They say “Winter’s over”
And the ice melts on cue
But our lives are shot through with paper
And the ink keeps bleeding through
On time you slip away, riding some vaporwave
Leaving the treason of your smile
I swear, to spare
The end of the line
You say I’m looking tired
Fingers thick with sleep
Your bed was never restful
Your interest never deep
You think you’re capturing some wilderness
You think you’ve captured something new
We see the repetition and the ammunition
On time you slip away, riding some vaporwave
Leaving the treason of your smile
I swear, to spare
The end of the line
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4. |
Lordstown
04:28
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Lordstown, word came down
On a piece of paper passed hand to hand
Lordstown, border town
Gotta get a message to the Mexicans
Lordstown, price of steel
Grind the gears. How does it feel?
Lordstown, no big deal
Whose that man behind the wheel?
Lordstown, Labor Day
No balloons and no parade
Lordstown, Ohio
I won’t say I told you so
“It was fourteen years ago that Diane and I first met in that plant. Now we’ve got two kids and a mortgage on a bungalow that ain’t worth a dime since they shut it down. And I hear that over in Fort Wayne they’re hiring temps instead if those of us who were laid-off here in Lordstown. Oh yeah, life goes on…but this ain’t no Johnny Cougar song. This is my life. And I’ve got just one question: what the hell does ‘unallocated’ even mean?”
Lordstown, word came down
On a piece of paper passed hand to hand
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