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Well, I’ve been patient for a while now
and I won’t fall asleep until you prove to me you care
you sing too much you whine too much
you feign interest and then you fall asleep
I’ll drop it in your letterbox
these things I’ll never say to you
oh, but I could write a thousand lines
that I could read on a stage, for you
Well, I’m not one for brevity
or putting meaning in my words
but when you hear this tape
I know you’ll cry into your phone
and you’ll lay your pretty head and fall asleep
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Mr. Sharpening Man
03:09
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I know this man, he’s got a service to sell
drivin’ in his van and ringin’ his bell
it’s not the ice cream man this time, but
he’ll sharpen all of your knives for a dime
I’ve seen that sinister look on his face
as he’s drivin’ at a steady slow pace
he’s got a hidden agenda, I know
come to think of it, where’d all of my kids go
What ever happened to my Jacob and Seth?
Just found out he stabbed those poor kids to death
I can’t complain, his prices sure are a deal, but
Why’d he have to grind their faces on his sharpening wheel
I know those kids can be pretty damn insane
but I won’t be caught dead munchin’ on their brains
No, no, you’re one sick fuck, Mr. Sharpening Man
with blood and brains and bones all over your van
I know his business must be slow, his life so dull
I’d rather see my son again than just some blood and
fragments of his skull oozing away down a sewer
in this once quaint suburb, and trickling down the curb
What ever happened to my Jacob and Seth?
Just found out he stabbed those poor kids to death
I can’t complain, his prices sure are a deal, but
Why’d he have to grind their faces on his sharpening wheel
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Laura
02:57
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Call Me If You Need Me
04:02
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the one thing I remember most
about that night, in the pale blue light
is an image of your hair blowing in the wind
across your face, my hands around your waist
and I went back to my car to grab your coat and left you all alone
but it’s alright, cause I am close
well, you’ve been so silent since then
I can’t help but wonder where the hell have you been
we stayed awake until the morning light
under the moon so bright, I fell in love that night
and it’s been at least a week or two since I saw you last, lying in the grass
well, I pulled out a pen and pad and I said, ‘here’s my number, you can pick up the phone, and you can
Call me if you need me
midnight, midnight
Call me if you need me
daylight, daylight
I picked you up at 8 o’clock sharp
at your address, you wore your favourite dress
we went out for dinner, dancing and coffee
to the riverside, I stroked your hair so softly
And when the night had fallen onto the park
and the clouds had cleared, a silver glow appeared
and it illuminated you and me
like some angelic vision, just for us to see
and that glow still shines in my mind
like a thousand stars, each one we could call ours
and I know my life will never be dark
‘cause I know that you still have my number and you’ll
Call me if you need me
midnight, midnight
Call me if you need me
daylight, daylight
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Rings Around Your Eyes
05:17
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You always think I’m acting when I’m not
well I admit I often stretch what’s true
now you don’t take me seriously when I’ve got
to tell you what I really think of you
You act as if you want me
or maybe that’s just how you make it seem
you know I never find it easy
to figure out just what these things could mean
We were sitting in the hollow in the sun
blowing into dandelion clocks
were you wishing for something or just someone
who played the critic in ‘The Cardboard Box’
I work better when I have friends around
to help and fill the silence between us
or I could head to HTI downtown
I always loved it when you played Alice
Quit taking off your glasses
It always makes you look less good to me
And while another minute passes
You put them in their case and cross the street
I don’t mean to upset you
I do this all the time
You’re climbing out your window
with your rings around your eyes
Now this is what I always want to do
And this is how I always with I’d feel
but when I’m finally on the grass with you
I find that I’ve got nothing to reveal
I guess I’d be content to stay away
and drop your name into my latest song
I can’t think of a better waste of my day
I’ll sit down in my studio and move on
You remind me of my sleep and when I dream
when the restrictions of reality are freed
your skin is of the whitest shades I’ve seen
and you’re wearing the glasses that you use to read
I don’t mean to upset you
I do this all the time
You’re climbing out your window
with your rings around your eyes
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His Screen Surrogate
08:08
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I’ve been looking through photos to find your soul
had to burn all our letters to let you go
forgot the memory of a drowning and helpless doll
forgot the rocks that ravaged and cracked your skull
when I’m alone, I imagine your face in my window
when I’m alone, I imagine the ghosts are all in my home
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The Single
03:04
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Lover, you’re falling apart, I see
down on your knees
well I must say I’m not surprised your paralyzed
off your meds that you’re taking to make you feel OK
what are you afraid of, is it something in you?
well I wonder, how come your eyes show nothing but complete
dependence on me, for your comfort
Waiting, your bones, you’ll fall asleep inside the family room
you always hate the weather
I wish we’d be together
but you never go outside
sun shines in this foggy little ripples sometimes
and the haze will catch your window
but the chill is far too much to make you move
you’re twisting up your body for your heart rate to improve
April showers always seem to come when you need them least
Your coat, your shoes are soaked, choked and drying slow
you think you’ll get to sleep with a book that you keep by your fireplace
I dream of lying on your carpet floor
don’t move, just let me settle like the dust that never breathes
there’s never motion, in your basement you just sleep all your pretty days away
Lying, your skin pressed in your mattress every summertime
you always hate the weather
take off your tattered sweather
and dream about those lazy summer days you’ve left to trickle all away
you’re in your basement
adorned with pretty feathers, from your pillow where you lay
We’ll stay indoors
we’ll write a script about each other’s lives
and where we want to be
you make this so easy for me
you sleep, you dream, you wake, you dream
turn me off, I’ll never think of what to do if you’re near me
well let’s just fall asleep and wait for autumn to come
I’ll wake you when we get there, if you’re sick of feeling numb
Sleeping, your eyes under your covers through the wintertime
you always hate the weather
the dreams you have will never
compare to all the love you could have had
if you’d have lived, oh well too bad
you’re in your basement, it’s filled with pretty feathers
that have always looked so sad
you always hate the weather
you’re never quite together
so you dream as if you’re in the sun and feeling high
and flying through the skies that spin on sunny warm July’s
you’re in your basement, it smells of pretty feathers, from your pillow where you lay
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Marty is a hatchet and a stiff
just a jacket full of knuckles, blood and ribs
stewing in a hash of ticks and churning silt
Marty has a face like weathered brick
two scabby sockets under twisted cartilage
and two bloody lips wrapped around a broken cigarette
He’s got what his mother calls
A natural sense of vengeance
he can’t explain why, but he’s sure it’s alright
to raise a little hell
Marty’s got a hook stuck in his lip
that pulls his sneer into a crooked, hateful grin
but he never wonders much about the drafts that
catch his strings
Marty’s as remote and hard as nails
Marty’s got a hornets nest in him
Marty’s just a cloud of fists and broken teeth
He crops up where the pole-ax drops
but it doesn’t leave him much to live on
so he’s gotta draw back and he’s gotta set out
where his tricker leads
He’s got what his mother calls
A natural sense of vengeance
he can’t explain why, but he’s sure it’s alright
to raise a little hell
Marty is a hammer
Marty falls where he falls
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Library
03:25
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I’ve been waiting under bright skies for some time now
looking for a rainstorm
while sitting at the creekside under leaves and branches
I’ve been meaning to run into you
under falling autumn leaves
and towers tumbling toward hills that meet the sea and sink
I’ve been dreaming for some time now
of fragmentary moments from the day
that are twisted up, compressed for projection
I could change my day
by walking into libraries
instead of staying on the trail
and see a face I know
and think of something different than of now
the fact of subtle changes and their drastic impact
on the days unfolding after
I’ve been waiting for some time now
picking up the raindrops
from where they land across the street in splashy splendor
I’ve been fading for some time now
into misty mornings
of frosty grass in November
Don’t go away
walking out of libraries and heading to your
trails you’ve trodden, blazed to ashes
I’ve been walking for some time now
frosty morning daylight
streaming through the curtains of the library
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I know you fall in love so easily, I do that too
and the one that they love back is always sitting next to you
you say you’ll take a break or change
but these things never come
your only left escape is to your dream world where you’re numb
You’ve been meaning for some time to get away
but you feel you’d be more comfortable to stay
the basement there is always safe and warm
waiting for the dust piles to form
when you leave the house
it’s always a pointless waste of time
just a pack of smokes or two will
make you feel just fine
but don’t you fall asleep
this song is yours to keep
I know I saw you crying on the phone
all your words are in a mess
you might just need some rest
maybe all you need is to go home
but don’t you fall asleep
the silence always creeps
pretty feathers falling from your comb
you’ll never be the best
don’t ever end this quest
return your pretty feathers to their home
but don’t you fall asleep
this song is yours to keep
I know I saw you crying, crying, crying
your words are in a mess
you might just need some rest
maybe all you need is to go home
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The Creamier Tones Hamilton, Ontario
The Creamier Tones is the recording alias of Hamilton, Ontario-based musician/music producer David Disher. Follow David on twitter: @DavidDisher
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