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Company Hearse
02:51
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They’re burning down the alder wood
Sweeping up my dream soot
Finding bits of never coulds and always wishes
The villains down on Fourteenth Street
Suffocating the concrete
And their faces look so complete among the ashes
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
The factory up on Jutland Road
Where we’d go to watch the dolls explode
Now houses a different load behind the bricks and mortar
The Colonel’s villa is up for lease
Upon the door hangs a sympathy wreath
From all the ones who had the sense to leave
And left this weight on my shoulders
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
I really thought it was going to be you
But you decided you cannot deny it
You’ve much better things to do ooh ooh ooh
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
It really can’t get any worse
Now I’m fixed for the company hearse
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I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
You were a special girl who only needed one more life.
Selfishly spoken as I lay in a ball here tonight.
I still see you from the corner of my eye,
And sometimes I swear I even hear you cry.
But you’re just playing with the loose strings of my mind.
And I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door.
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
If I’d been more like you I could see myself through this darkness.
Won’t somebody please let me out of this bag labeled loneliness?
You always landed square on your feet.
I hope this time I can be so lucky,
As I fall from a billion stories.
All about her and the rattle of the keys,
That makes the engine purr,
And brought her to me.
And killed her curiousity.
Emptiness is scratching at the screen.
Something’s amiss now things have changed.
I cannot speak, my tongue, she’s got again.
And I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door.
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore.
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the james clark institute Toronto, Ontario
Under the guise of ‘The James Clark Institute’, Toronto based music artist, James Clark takes the classic pop song style that he grew up with and gives it his own spin. The music of Elvis Costello, Ray Davies and Lennon and McCartney have all influenced James' musical style. “A wealth of songwriting talent” says renowned music writer/ ex-MuchMusic VJ Michael Williams in Cashbox Canada. ... more
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