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1. |
Go Cubs Go
02:04
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The sound of a case being opened
Rings out like a call to arms
I can hope that others have heard it
And are on their way
Yards outside of classrooms
Diamonds of red slate
And old chain linked fences
Where you lay your hands
For a moment one connection
A simple wish
To walk tomorrow with you
There's red sand In my shoes and I’ll brush my fingers to yours
And that's good enough
It's good enough for me
And that's good enough For me.
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2. |
Avoid Tomorrow
04:38
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Avoid tomorrow, like it was the plague
Dream of the food you’ll eat just to survive
Avoid tomorrow at all costs
Put off sleep for too long, too long
Did you ever think it would be like this?
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
The day isn’t over the sun is still shining on your face
Your imagination is now the perfect hiding place
Running on empty and the light begins to go
The last rest stop still gives off a neon glow
An abandoned highway is such a lonely gift
If you turn back now you could still make your morning shift
Avoid tomorrow, like it’s the last
Make plans and break them just to feel alive
Avoid tomorrow, like it’s part of the plan
Dream of the people you’ll meet and forget their name’s
Did you ever think it would be like this?
No no no no no
No no no no no
Running on empty and the light begins to go
The last rest stop still gives off a neon glow
An abandoned highway is such a lonely gift
If you turn back now you could still make your morning shift
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3. |
Song 3
03:56
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A spider’s web in the corner, by the window catch the light
A lone pine in the wheat field, watch it bend, watch it break
The wind can keep you company during winter time in spring
feel myself slipping away
From the man i used to know
feel myself slipping away
how can you find the words
feel myself slipping away
to know what you are worth
feel myself slipping away
i think i’m crying out
It can’t be easy being there,but just give it one more try
When the midnight train comes around
The ghosts go on their way
feel myself slipping away
From the man i used to know
feel myself slipping away
how can you find the words
feel myself slipping away
to know what you are worth
feel myself slipping away
i think i’m crying out
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4. |
Anxiety
03:29
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Anxiety
Anxiety
Say hello with a chinese finger trap
Tighter and tighter
Red walls surround the room
How do you sleep at night?
Turn the lights down
Turn the lights down
Keep the windows closed to the smoke outside
what are you afraid of anyway?
Anxiety
Anxiety
an amnesiac looking at a picture frame
where something’s supposed to be
How do you sleep at night?
Turn the lights down
Turn the lights down
Keep the windows closed to the smoke outside
a fairy tale where the witches won
Anxiety
Anxiety
Move on (Anxiety)
Move on
Move on (Anxiety)
Move on
Anxiety
Anxiety
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5. |
We Can Only Be Friends
03:57
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The laughs a second too loud
The hugs a second too long
The stupid decisions of TV Characters
Somehow start to seem rational
It feels so good to love someone
When you haven’t for a long time
It’s the buzz of being 15 again
When the stakes were so damn high
The feeling of being out of control
You aren’t the master of your own mind
It may be toxic
It may be just what you need
Maybe it's a healing thing
Maybe it’s destroying you from the inside
Maybe you’re a bad person
I don’t want to move on yet
It’s so fun flirting with you in my head
I don’t want to move on yet
Remembering all the funny things that you said
It’s the part that tries to forget the facts
The part that tries to pretend
I rack my brain for the million ways the future could play out
I can see no happy end
So we can only be friends
I opened the door to more
An inevitable mistake
That doesn’t come around everyday
Makes what’s ridiculous feel rational
And I will never tell you
Just like when I was 15
The feeling of slipping out of control
We’ll keep it wholesome
We’ll keep it clean
It may be toxic
It may be just what you need
Maybe it's a healing thing
Maybe it’s destroying you from the inside
Maybe you’re a bad person
I don’t want to move on yet
It’s so fun flirting with you in my head
I don’t want to move on yet
Remembering all the funny things that you said
It’s the part that tries to forget the facts
The part that tries to pretend
I rack my brain for the million ways the future could play out
I can see no happy end
So we can only be friends
We can only be friends
We can only be friends
We can only be friends
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6. |
At The End
04:23
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At the end of the world you will find a new home
A place you can call love and lost love’s only once
And it’s there you will find a life left behind
The traces of dreams and the children as they run and scream
And all around you becomes a dream
Stuck in a box below the crust of the earth
if you look around how could it get any worse
How do you know you let the right ones in
when everyone is saying how much they have sinned
Looking for an end
Looking for an end
Looking for an end
I'm looking for the end
To life’s little contradictions and the stupid things we say
For a moment they won’t mean a thing as we get out of our own way
Looking for the end
Looking for the end
Looking for the end
Looking for the end
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7. |
To The Ghosts
02:33
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To the ghosts you loved and left behind
Bear witness to the ones who are on your mind
To the ghosts you still know who lost their way
And the one you’ll meet this Christmas Day
Hey
Hey
Remember what to say
To the ghost on Christmas Day
To the ghosts we forgave and can’t forget
Beg and plead but don’t submit
To the ghosts we all share but hide away
We’ll meet them all this Christmas Day
Hey
Hey
We don’t know what to say
To the ghost on Christmas Day
To the ghosts who lived long and are now long gone
I hope you found a love so strong
To the ghosts who died young in your own way
I’ll see you on Christmas Day
Hey
Hey
This is what I’ll say
To the ghosts on Christmas Day
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8. |
Bonfires & Daydreams
04:09
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From the town where the dirt devils drive
Across a football field of straw
The only thing to do at night
Was to smoke or drink or run the cowboy trail raw
When we were kids everything we did
was like the best night of our lives
Jumping fires in the construction site
Driving high to see what it was like
They shut down the old community centre where we played our first guitars
We left more on those stages than we ever did before
When I left I swore I’d never leave
This town of bonfires and daydreams
Now I’m gone and there’s nothing pulling me back
Heaven’s waiting down on the track
Show me show me show me how you’ve stayed alive
All these years gone by
Do you step outside for a smoke of dope or do you prefer the stronger stuff
For every church there’s two more liquor stores
does the train come through here anymore?
They shut down the old community centre where we played our first guitars
We left more on those stages than we ever did before
When I left I swore I’d never leave
This town of bonfires and daydreams
Now I’m gone there’s nothing pulling me back
Heaven’s waiting down on the track
When I left I swore I’d never leave
This town of bonfires and daydreams
Now I’m gone there’s nothing pulling me back
Heaven’s waiting down on the track
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9. |
Go Habs Go
01:52
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The sound of the ice as it cracks and it quakes
‘neath a squad of sharp Bauer blades
The fans in the stands not quite hand in hand
As they all sound off for Carey Price
An inherited cause passed from father to son
It’s here where we have our first memory
The snap of a stick the puck rips into twine
And the people rise to their feet
The thrill of the chase for an old beaten Cup
A moment you’d never replace
thank god for this run to a simpler time
When a goal puts a smile on your face
They win or they lose,
Hope brought us this far
And that’s good enough for me…
They win or they lose,
Hope brought us this far
And that’s good enough
It’s good enough for me
And that’s
good enough
for me…
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10. |
Last Year
05:23
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Last Year,
We walked away from the same old story told over and over again
Last year we found a home in a brand new country just before the world caved in
Last year,
We fell in love as the light fell low and the shadow drew in
Last Year I tried to stay I was scared I lost myself I was in retreat
Last Year,
Add a branch to the family tree just to have it clipped so easily
Last year we had a plan it had a name and it all ended up the same
Last Year,
We were lost and afraid but we fought to fight again in a brand new day
Last year It was a test it was a fight it was a war and I can’t imagine the rest
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We found a way through the year
We'll find our way to next year
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Postgrads Calgary, Alberta
Postgrads are a rock group inspired by telling stories with a touch of humour and nostalgia. Their music runs from folk to
electronica and everything in between.
Greg - vocals, guitars, synth.
Sarah - vocals, keyboards
Ryan - bass, beats, synth, vocals
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