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Old Sandbox
04:25
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Where'd you go?
What did you leave behind?
You used to dance and sing
But now you stand in line
Where'd you go?
You lost sight of the sun while you were blinded by the snow
You were strong when you were young
They taught you to throw stones
And then turn around and run
Where are you now?
What did you hope to find?
You used to scale these mountains,
But now they're hard to climb
Where are you now?
Are you busy being witty, tryna see the city from the town?
They stole your thunder and killed all the lights
The cops were on your tail for breaking windows in the night, yeah
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No Better Place to Be
05:54
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Patience
06:24
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Found her in the morning time
A touch softer than before
Piper came and took his rent
And left rats all on the floor
People fight their battles and they'll often start a war
When sickness takes a soul so fast it leaves danglin ends of hope
Acreage trees and cigarettes the smells you'd thought you'd know
You came back from far away and the life you knew was gone
Do you blame your mother for livin in her fears?
With choked back words and many tears, for many, many years
Patience, joy is relative to pain,
Your heart is on my sleeve again
Pasted Moments on a membrane
These arms for you, for some things never go away
In my life I've come across that all souls are line with gold
I try to feel their eminence and let it fill my soul
Things in time they will remind you of times you thought were gone
And take you back to where you were so many moons ago
Patience, joy is relative to pain,
Your heart is on my sleeve again
Pasted Moments on a membrane
These arms for you, but you're ambivalent and hard to please
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Lying in the Ground
05:54
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We thought his time had come,
His eyes were gone
His skin was purple like the turning of a leaf
And the firefighters slaved
For they thought he could be saved
We stood there helpless holding a brand new car battery
And the papers said later he returned home
Or maybe he never did go
If a line is drawn between death and this,
Would there be time spent in holding missing this?
Or if all is as one, and cannot be undone,
Then I'm as guilty or as holy as I wished
With nothing holding me here I'd go on
Slip on out
Someday you would find me
Lying in the ground with a good suit on
Just waitng for the worms to lick my bones
But I know...
Right now I'd probably fly to venus still searching for a chord to take me home
When my time does come
They might just play this song
They'll serve lunch and tea and there you may be
I may look on from above
Or it may be that with love, you just live on in the heart of anothers memory
If i spend too much time wondering about it,
I remove any doubts
Someday you would find me
Lying in the ground with a good suit on
Just waitng for the worms to lick my bones
But I know...
Right now I'd probably fly to venus still searching for a chord to take me home
You'll find I'm lying in the ground with a good suit on just waiting for the worms to carry on, now
Until the earth looks just like Venus and we're still pinin for a chord to take us home.
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Punching Bag
03:19
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I could be your punching bag
or I could be your catherines wheel
I could be your half time feel
You could be my porno mag
I could be your punching bag
You can draw your skulls and bones
You can worship all your stones
But I know I'm just a bridge
Here to take you cross that ridge
When we get there you'll let me know
There was a day you could not keep time
I tried to ease your worried mind
You were lost but now you're found
Had to turn yourself around
I mighta shown you what to think of
But outta spite or outta love?
I can't always be your side man
You take my time with each grain of sand
My house of cards became your home
But you are not its cornerstone
I cannot always be your sideman
So show me something with that old time feel
And you could be my polished steel
But you stay hidden in the sheath,
Waitin there to cut me deep
While I slowly change believes
Do you have any dreams to trade,
Cuz I won't be no punching bag
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Push Play DJ
04:11
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You been branded,
You been pegged
They cut off one of your legs
You ran in circles to the station downtown
Theres good cops and theres bad
But do you know when you been had?
Light in your eyes cigarettes in your hands
They read you all your rights
You swore you would not lie
And now you're crucified cuz ya did
And you their pretty poster child
And you're cryin cuz you don't know who you are
By day its green and white, push play DJ's at night
And you're painted and you're primed to go far
Take a picture of yourself
Or you pay somebody else in a field
Or in front of a brick wall
Feels good to see yourself in the light and on the shelf,
Never mattered much to me at all
We're all crazy and its true
You don't ever really know who
You are in the public view till you foot that bill
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Even Birds Return
04:08
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They all watched it burn
I’d been watching it for years
All those buildings down on high street
Not too many shed a tear
I was never much for hockey
I think I coulda been a dancer
And those birds that left, way out west
I hope they all found their answers
You can’t find yourself without taking chances
And I wish there was more mystery that surrounded you and me
But this whole town knows us both so well
Our reputation precedes us now
I don’t know why I don’t care how
I could fight it but I know its just as well
I can’t say I miss your street signs
But I miss having those eyes
That used to look with endless wonder
Into the burning pink of the endless living skies, but yeah
Even birds return to the land of living skies
There’ll never be that mystery that surrounded you and me
And this old town will never come around
I coulda I’d made more time for love, instead of always thinking of
The ways that it kept me on the ground
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Brodie Moniker Saskatchewan
Making music for over 15 years, large back catalogue available through this site, music from old bands, basement jams, sound experiments and theatre productions, with more music to come!
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