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Bachelor Suite
03:27
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Bachelor Suite
The sky outside’s a fluorescent grey, the wind it blows my breath away
I watch the branches tumble to the ground
it’s cold inside and I cant sleep. I resent my newfound bachelor suite. Remind me when you’re back, to tone it down.
My head tells my eyes to close, my eyes say “no”. We all know how it goes
When you leave, I don't sleep well. When you’re gone, I don't go out at all. When you call, I hope you never can tell that when you leave I don't stand so tall
I smoke inside it stains my clothes. My body’s starved for pheromones. I tell my friends I thrive on solitude. a white lie for my situation because the walls don't make good conversation besides, I don't want to be rude,
Talk me down when I get up, and talk em up when I’m down. You know I get so down.
When you leave, I don't sleep well. When your gone, I don't go out at all. When you call, I hope you never can tell that when you leave I don't stand so tall
I don’t know how I used to live alone without your company,
The sky outside’s a fluorescent gray, the wind it blows my breath away.
Remind me when you’re back.
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Sixteen Years
03:07
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I woke up to the gray again. I fell asleep far too late. I’ve been spending my time with remember when, I’ve been thinking about fate
All too often when my feet hit the ground,
I get tripped up and tired, I get dressed up and drowned
My Heads been hazy and fazed out
My eyes have lately been red
I’ve been missing the days when I didn't doubt
all that blind ambition swimming in my head
All too often when I hear good news,
I get torn up and tongue tied, I get usurped and used.
Its been 16 years
Since I was 10 years old
One things clear
I’m no good at getting old
We used to talk about recess
We used to talk on the phone
We used to stress ourselves out over science tests,
now we stress ourselves out over dying alone
All too often when my phone starts to buzz,
I could be dodging a drunk dial, or falling in love
Its been 16 years
Since I was 10 years old
Aside from beers,
there’s no good in getting old
All this time I've been wasting
The screens and smoke I hide my face in
Burning out’s such a selfish thing, I’ve been burning out from wandering
I’ve made a list of all the things I lost I clench my fists when I count
All the 16 years
Since I was 10 years old
All the missed careers
And living the lies Ive told
Are you patient dear
Will I still have a hand to hold
Its crystal clear
Im so scared of getting old
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3. |
Sev
03:50
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When I was 8, my mother told me: “Son, don’t be late, I think it’s time. You can walk three and a quarter blocks to Sev”. So there I went. A bag of candy for 85 cents, I started thinking that maybe I should get a job so I can buy more candy at Sev
You were more than convenient to me
I was sometimes less than kind
so much like a convenience store you were always on my mind
you and Sev.
I remember them well: early mornings, we were under a spell of weed and whiskey that we stole from your folks, and mixed up with cokes, and drank on our way to Sev. The clerk he was kind though we were young and so out of our minds he pretended not to notice as we stumbled away; the chocolate we had stuffed in our parkas and forgot to pay for.
You were always open with me
I took you for granted sometimes
so much like that convenience store you were there for me every time
I remember the day when you doubled the price on candy
like you didn't care about me or my sweet tooth
looking back you know my hindsight it comes in handy
it was the day I lost the innocence of youth
that day at Sev
When i was 18, I left my home tried to find a new scene. I was so alone till I found at the end of my street, a Sev
but to my disdain the shelves were dusty, the slurpees were plain, the clerk was musty and intentionally rude. He didn't understand that down home prairie town Sev attitude
you were more than convenient for me
I took you for granted some times
It’s not the people that you need to know, its the people that you leave behind
and those that work at Sev
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4. |
El Niño
04:20
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Have you heard the birds leaving? Singing songs as they patiently fly Did you ever think of leaving too?
Nights are warm and long living
Days are pale and cling to half‐frozen ground keeping us from seeing blue
All the costumes don’t need parkas
All the fields so brown and plain
I’m a snow plow; deft, and dormant
Curse December’s freezing rain
‘Cause we're biding our time, singing for the springtime: Waiting for winter.
You’ve got a white christmas worry
All my boots lie tall and stale in the hall Did you ever think you’d be missing me
Don’t ask me to hurry
Don’t complain about the rain until the spring You can blame it on the distant sea
All the rivers got thinner and boiled over All the ice roads kept the people in place I’m a snow low lonely and lazy
Trying to hide the grin from my face
‘Cause we're biding our time, singing for the springtime: Waiting for winter.
It’s been getting dark so early still I miss the snow. Christmas lights and craft show flyers naked in the road.
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5. |
Sixteen Years (reprise)
03:19
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Jacob Brodovsky Winnipeg, Manitoba
Jacob Brodovsky is a singer-songwriter, summer camp director, and college radio host from Winnipeg, MB, Treaty One Territory.
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