1. |
Longshots
03:00
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feeling down in the dumps
you knocked mah dick in the dirt
it's hard to be around you
without feelin hurt
I'm the kind of man
who abhors having a plan
I believe in the have nots
& I believe in the longshots
Well the hair on my arms looks like golden fleece
& if you want them to hold you you're gonna hafta say pleeze
bring me girls on peyote
ones who think that they know me
in truth I've always been more horny
thank I've ever been lonely
I'm a cultured swine
hey don't cop it it's mine
you'd better get back in line
you'd better get back in line
Well the hair on my arms looks just like golden fleece
& if you want them to hold you you're gonna hafta say pleeze
I'm oblivious to whatchu want me to do
Ain't it obvious that I don't have a clue
I'm the kind of man
who abhors having a plan
I believe in the have nots
& I believe in the longshots
Well the hair on my arms looks just like golden fleece
& if you want them to hold you you're gonna hafta say pleeze
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2. |
Prodigies
03:57
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I surround myself with prodigies
to try and make sense of it
I still consider your mind a mystery
and I'll never wrap my head around your shit
I wake up with my hands numb
cause I've been clench'n em all night
I wake up feeling tired and dumb
and I wonder when I'ma be alright
I'm getting thick in the middle
I'm getting thick in the head
I'm getting tired
won't you take me to bed
ever felt like someone told a joke
right before you walked in
5 20 somethings in a parking lot
getting soused on whiskey and gin
this time when the lights go out
you know they won't come back on
and no matter how we scream and shout
you know we'll never learn to get along
I'm getting thick in the middle
I'm getting thick in the head
I'm getting tired
won't you take me to bed
You wanted nothin' don't worry it's comin'
I'm getting thick in the middle
I'm getting thick in the head
I'm getting tired
won't you take me to bed
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3. |
Whispered French
04:06
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I was feeling bowled over, by those old boulders
& every time I see her, I only feel older
oh lord I swear I only wanted to hold her
maybe drape my arms, across her shoulders
laying down on her bed, she sang to me in whispered french
& I fear'd the beer'd gone straight to my head
oh lord I swear I only wanted to hold her
maybe rest my head upon her shoulders
Oh I had a feeling that this could all work out
But as usual, I didn't know what I was talkin' about
I asked her for a name to match that beautiful refrain
& tho I went and lost it the memory remains
oh lord I swear I only wanted to hold her
maybe drape her legs across my shoulders
she took me to a train which then took me to a plane
& if I could've stayed you know I would've for always
oh lord I swear I only wanted to hold her
not watch her disappear over my shoulder
Oh I had a feeling that this could all work out
But as usual, I didn't know what I was talkin' about
I was feeling bowled over, by those old boulders
& every time I think of her I only feel older
oh lord I swear I only wanted to hold her
I didn't mind the scratches on my shoulders
Oh I had a feeling that this could all work out
But as usual, I didn't know what I was talkin' about X2
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4. |
Rubber
03:13
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Told you I was a coward,
A grotesque & snivelling thing.
Told you I was a coward,
Begging you to take care of me
Told you I was a terror,
When you're not being discreet,
Told you I was a terror,
And you'd best be rid of me
I used to wear a rubber,
Back when I thought it mattered
If you want to play tradesies,
Let's not get to frantic,
I'll swap you these rabies,
For those two hanging baskets
Don't plant nothing in em,
You know that I'll take care of that,
To accept this transaction,
Lie down flat, upon your back
I used to wear a rubber,
Back when I thought it mattered
You were a leper,
You gave your disease to me,
Now my lips are disintegrating,
Soon I'll just be gums & teeth
Told you I was a coward,
A grotesque & snivelling thing.
Told you I was a coward,
& you'd best be rid of me
I used to wear a rubber,
Back when I thought it mattered
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5. |
Tanlines
02:08
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Dogs are barking in the street
I was trying to get some sleep
But it's hard in this heat
The ocean is belching up steam
It don't even know that it's being mean
It's just trying to get clean
The earth will bake & your flesh will fry
The streets will fill with those who've died
But look on the bright side
(this is the punchline)
At least you'll have some rad tanlines
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6. |
An Author...
00:54
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7. |
Shithead (The Dolphin)
03:06
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I could disappear from the face of the earth
If you had the wherewithal to leave me to my work
There were a billion beautiful women, what was I to do?
There were a billion of them, & none of you
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
If you thought I'd get through winter without havin a smoke
I guess that makes 2 of us who weren't in on the joke
There were a billion of them, for as far as the eye could see
There were a billion of them, but there were none of me
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
When I'm playin the fool I ain't playin
I ain't trying to hurt no one
No, I'm just trying
To have me some fun
Once again I've neglected to write a 3rd verse
Just goes to show that your best is still less than our worst
If you're fumbling around looking for someone to trust
I may be biased but baby you can count on us
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
Remember there's always a figure
With his finger on the trigger
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8. |
Never Recant
02:42
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I should've nailed you down,
When you were 17,
Paraded you around,
Till my heart grew green
I should've wed the one,
Wanted to marry me,
I bet you're expectin,
Heartfelt apologies
We will never recant x4
Could probably do you wrong,
Half a billion ways,
Work it into a song,
It wouldn't make you stay
Well I detest the earth,
And it's progeny,
I bet you're expectin,
Heartfelt apologies
We will never recant x4
I should've nailed you down,
When you were 17,
I bet you're expectin,
Heartfelt apologies
We will never recant x4
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9. |
Luxury
03:52
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have you been feeling all blown out
like the candles on a birthday cake
that your mom picked up at dairy queen
they misspelt your name by mistake
have you been feeling all trampled down
in a world you didn't make
by all the fuckers and the bastards
well I wish I could relate
we wanna thank you god
for this opportunity
to be our very best
it didn't come too easily
we wanna thank you god
for this opportunity
to fulfil our potential
we know that it's a luxury
have you been feeling like a tired dog
that finally got his day
you know you won't get another one
they don't just give that shit away
did you think that spring was coming
then got covered up with snow
well I;d lend you the equipment
but you'll have to be the one to blow
we wanna thank you god
for this opportunity
to be our very best
it didn't come too easily
we wanna thank you god
for this opportunity
to fulfil our potential
we know that it's a luxury
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10. |
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Lung full of mucus, head full of snot
I wandered around the side of the building
Hopin' that I wouldn't get caught
Middle of the night, all the muscle car crew
Like to watch the dust clouds under the streetlights
While the grass drinks up the dew
They didn't care that they were doomed
I was sick of thinkin' everything must end
They worked until they didn't
Lovers who can't even be friends
Evening wind always blows up my gown
I can't stand their red eyes
When they fight not to frown
They didn't care that they were doomed x4
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11. |
Hawk & Hay
03:42
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I saw the hawk, but you saw the hay
we drove on for hours, with nothing to say, with nothing to say
I can't do nothing' about you biting you lips
or breaking you nails or moving your hips, or moving your hips
don't let your heart, become a ghost town
you won't feel alone but there's no one around, there's no one around
now I don't know what the future holds
but I like to pretend that you will grow old, that you will grow old
I saw the hawk, but you saw the hay
You'll go on forever
Wit ur runnin away
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crones Prince George, British Columbia
Members
Nathan Kelly
Britt Meierhofer
Landon Hilde
Chris
Dibbens
Calvin Hilde
Crones are an alternative rock band making music on the unceded traditional territory of the Lheidli T’enneh. Pushing on the seams of the Canadian music scene for nigh on a decade the band continues to evolve with every performance & engage their audience with every song.
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