Тексты песен «Weakerthans»

Doctors play your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yatzee" I brought books on Harper in the Arctic Something called "The Politics of Lonely" A toothbrush and Quick Pick with THE plus You...

i want to call requests through heating-vents, and hear them answered with a whispered, "no." to crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense. let every second step in boots on snow complete you name with accents i can't...

February always finds you folding Local papers open to the faces Passed away to wonder what they're holding In those hands we're never shown the places Formal photographs refuse to mention His tiny feet, that birthmark...

When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live and you can't...

They called here to tell me that your're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pant leg of your bad disguise. So why were you so anchorless? Shoebox full of photos;...

Measure me in metered lines And one decisive stare The time it takes to get from here to there My ribs that show through t-shirts And these shoes I got for free I'm unconsoled I'm lonely I am so much better than I used...

So you don't get to be a saint Martyrs never last this long Guess I'll never be the one To defeat desire in song Here's a marker Here's my naked skin Our 'exhibit A' Put a small x where I lost my way All the actors...

I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks Patched the holes and fluid leaks Left dust beneath a diabetic moon And way to take the TV crews Across the creaking ice The news is howling To the timber wolves and soon I'll...

My confusion cornered commuters Are cursing the cold away As December tries to dissemble The length of their working day And they bite their mitts off To show me transfers, deposit change And I can't stop finding your...

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the...

I have a headache. I have a sore back. I have a letter I can't send. I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when...wonderful. All the cheap tricks I tried too...

So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay on a frown. Watch her memories of...

He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk. Tugging jersey around the beer gut "I'm strictly a whiskey man" Was one of the sticks he taped up and...

He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash Stuck in that permanent smirk Tugging jersey around the beer gut 'I'm strictly a whiskey man' Was one of the sticks he taped up And...

Garage Sale. Saturday.I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills. A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, some plastic daffodils. The cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants, a sense of wonder only...

Her body is a difficult sister, and she loves her, and hides her somewhere in herself safe from harm. She's barely coasting into a paycheque, stuck on empty. Her blue eyes frozen green in the low-lit ATM. I need a way...

Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes too soon", or "Radiators hum out of tune". Out under the Disraeli, with...

Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I've got these threads of you and I that I use to tie my doubts down, and...

There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror, stands up in his derelict daydreams. Always too tall, always walked around...

Oh, all the words I should not know Those doctors wrote on me Swell up and from their syllable Won't let me get to sleep The sun will start later Clock out early And I'll drive around and wait for it Follow familiar...