1. |
Stay Calm
04:08
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I can tell your breathing's your disguise
I will sell the dolls of your demise
Feasibility's too low to steal
Fingernails have never felt as real
Packaged up with cellophane and glue
Dolly-dead is just as cute as you
Stay calm. The summer's too short to melt you
I can mold your typical design
Those beautiful beholder's eyes are mine
I will add olfactory appeal
Scented like a heavenly ordeal
Leave your hair with me you gorgeous thing
I'll even let you keep your filthy wings
Stay calm. The summer's too short to melt you
I can mix the colors of your eyes
A button on your back to make you lie
I can draw to match your phony smile
Let you fall and leave you there a while
Shame that you can't bend your legs at all
I'll just prop you up against the wall
Stay calm. The summer's too short to melt you
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2. |
Uncle Travelling Britt
03:53
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Goodbye PEI
Prince Edward, I'm sure will get by alright
'Til I come to say Hi, embrace the whiskey and grace the stage another time
And Saint John's still in mind
Grab a bite, grab a mic, play some pinball and tell them all quickly that Britany is doing just fine
Makin tracks, Halifax.
Please tell Gus "Bet your butts, I'll be comin' back"
When there's time to relax, eat a gyro on the corner and have some laughs.
No, I won't leave too fast
Clear the patios, daddy-o, go get a pitcher, I'll sit there, my sisters, now pour me a glass
So you know I'm not done
But for now catch me telling jokes in Edmonton
There's still time for more fun
Let the world know my story on Instagram
I've no need for the sun
Only linguists as cunning and funny can make it
No faking it
Now go take your scissors and run
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3. |
Jaymee Radio
01:51
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Oh my god, they killed Kenny Bolton
I'm joking, he's ok
Not a thing to do, I've got plenty
Must commute, plus compute, click save
Another promo, I gotta go solo
Gotta get it done, and then I can run
If Kaos ain't home
And Mark is on the road
They'll never be alone
They can always find Jaymee on the radio
I need more work like I need a hole in the head
I've got enough
Don't write or read things into things that are painfully obvious
Another promo, I gotta go solo
Gotta get it done, and then I can run
If Kaos ain't home
And Mark is on the road
They'll never be alone
They can always find Jaymee on the radio
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4. |
I Hope You're There
03:05
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Would have bought a ticket if they'd agree on a price
What day of the week is it the best time to buy?
Gonna make it someday. I hope not too long
But with all these changes, I could blink and it's gone
I hope you're there
Don't up and leave
Need you to show me your Japan
I hope you're there
I'm on my way, I think
Don't move a muscle 'til I land
Make me a robot, Draw me a house
I know there's nothing here that you can't figure out
Share with me the wisdom, the things I don't yet understand
Tell me "It's beautiful" , I'll say "I can't imagine"
But it's all I do, man
I hope you're there
Don't up and leave
Need you to show me your Japan
I hope you're there
I'm on my way, I think
Don't move a muscle 'til I land
Or if you should find yourself back this way
And see the changes since you left, you'd think it was yesterday
We'll get nostalgic through the day
At night you'll dream of far away
And I'll be here
I won't up and leave
We'll have the best of times my friend
I'll be here
You're on your way, I bet
Such fun, I hope this never...
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5. |
You Can't Spell
01:32
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Well
You can't spell, you can't spell, probably, microbrew, reprobate, robotically
You can smell, but you can't spell microbial, bathrobe, problems, microbiological
You can't spell probation, probiotic, robbing, improbable, acrobatic, aerobic, heartthrob, throbbing
You can tell, or corroborate, but you can't spell it
Or strobe, or probe, or hydrobiologist
With with with without you you you
You can't spell spell spell
I can tell you
You can't spell, you can't spell astrobiologist
Or words that rhyme with it like.... neurobiologist
You can tell me that you can spell robust wardrobe
Or words I've never heard like probabilistic or saprobe
Well well well, I can tell tell tell
You can't spell spell spell all these things
Without you
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6. |
Where There's A Will
03:34
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Where there's a Will, a way will present itself
The heart is here where you dwell
I know you're bound to excel before you bid farewell
And it's true that poetry spins from your spool
Ingenuity is your fuel
Your words bring a warmth to the cool
Your mind is a jewel and it shines
On paper, on canvas and blends
An inspirational hand to lend
It's good to mix real with pretend
Even light will blend
Invent your own moments
Your story's unflolding
You can reap what you're sowing
And your seeds are still growing
The gears are in motion
If the words are unspoken
And the tolls are all tokens
And the wire is broken
Where there's a Will
There's a Will
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7. |
Before You
03:57
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Slanting up from the center, I made you
At least I used to before you had me increasing endorphins and curvatures
Dangling by my peripheral, smile forms
You try to hide it before you rolled your eyes, laughed at my bad joke
Releasing my dopamine
hahaha
Dancing, crosswords at diners and stories we made up of patrons
Before you parted, we stretched the time further
And followed our dotted lines
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8. |
If Only We Could Fly
05:34
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On the balcony, eating ice cream
Passed out, too cold, too fast for my little brain
Let's go to Billy's house, see if he'll come out,
Or if not, invite us in to play some video games
This city where we met as kids, used to clench our fists
so the cold wouldn't get us
Fog and mist both smell like fish, so we'd squint and try
not to lick our lips
If only we could fly, head south for the winter time
Where the dream won't die, of a better life
Maybe we should quit smoking, find a healthy substitution
so we don't go insane
Back on again. It's not working. These herbal cigarettes just
don't feel or taste the same
This city where we met as kids, used to clench our fists
so the cold wouldn't get us
Fog and mist both smell like fish, so we'd squint and try
not to lick our lips
If only we could fly, head south for the winter time
Where the dream won't die, of a better life
That's the smoke alarm. Burnt sugar
Evacuate and wait. Just trying to make some breakaway glass
With the burner on, away for too long
They forgave us. Guess you have a way of saving our backs
This city where we met as kids, used to clench our fists
so the cold wouldn't get us
Fog and mist both smell like fish, so we'd squint and try
not to lick our lips
If only we could fly, head south for the winter time
Where the dream won't die, of a better life
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9. |
One More Time For Travis
04:10
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Come and get the things that you need
without no cold shoulder, freeze
You got to breathe it all in
Another gig. A test of your skill
The only option is kill
So let the show now begin
Travis, quell your doubts
You have this way about you
No fear, free your mind
And let's hear it one more time for you
The time is now to try out new things
So let the pendulum swing
Tomorrow doesn't exist
And trying doesn't lead to a fail
It means a tale you can tell
Without, you can't reminisce
Travis, quell your doubts
You have this way about you
No fear, free your mind
And let's hear it one more time for you
Dim the lights, wipe your mind clear
Close your eyes, tuck in those tears
Let the bad of the world disappear
And don't let nightmare's scare you
They're merely just dreams for your fears
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10. |
Another New Playground
03:50
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Uh-oh, my Om, what's wrong
It's gonna take more than a phone call to explain to me what's going on
Take Penguin for a walk, and we'll talk
Or we can find a new playground if we just drive around a few blocks
And Divya will say what snacks to bring
Anderson will do his comedy
Neveah will beat us to the swing
And I'll smile while you sing
K Kool, what's new? Hey dude
Could you meet me down at Peppers for a pint
Or we could go get a food
I need you for a chat. I've been down
And maybe soon we can find your beans another new playground
And Divya will say what snacks to bring
Anderson will do his comedy
Neveah will beat us to the swing
And I'll smile while you sing
Just so you know, next time you travel internationally,
thinking things irrationally, crying while in traffic, silly
I don't own and run a diner in another city
You're so funny. I don't have a secret life
And Divya will say what snacks to bring
Anderson will do his comedy
Neveah will beat us to the swing
And I'll smile while you sing
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11. |
Please Do
03:44
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Pleas do take me with you when you leave this dirty place
I can see now what would happen if I....
If I were convinced to stay
Allow me to follow the summer
If I can keep myself awake
If I can somehow keep in motion
I'd spend all the rest of my days speeding up
to the sun
Catch all my winks during daydreams
Keep one eye open all times
If I see that sun in a blink, I'm all that much closer
I'm catching up
Soon enough
I know it's gonna be fine
I know it's gonna be fine
Please do take me with you. I won't
I won't be a pest, I swear
Don't make me beg
Please, I promise, you won't
You won't even know I'm there
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12. |
So It Seems
04:23
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This scintillating box of shells
It doesn't hear what fortune tells
She swims around her lake of ash
She listens to my heart attack
To see herself
I lift my eyes to coffee stains
She always loved the sound of rain
Set out to break my smoky rings
Set traps on all the pretty things
To see myself
To see myself like I wished she had seen and we'd have sweet dreams
Like our words were in tune with the air and it tastes so clean
And forget for a moment this never would happen to me
Or so it seems
Or so it seems
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13. |
Singing And Dying
04:02
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We're not gonna make it on this planet
How'd we get here, anyway?
Evolution gave us privileges, but not to stay
I love my children, and they love me
I know. I don't even have to ask
It's precious to me, this life. I wish I could last
I wanna love them longer
I hope that science can find that fountain of youth
I'm just as much afraid of dying as the rest of you
If dreaming is real, then we are dreams,
And I"m gonna sleep along
Gonna keep on singing and dying 'til you prove me wrong
When the solar flares, and the vortex swirls,
I guess I'll try to run
If no-one finds a point to this,
at least we can say we had some fun
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Steve Fudge Saint John, New Brunswick
Steve Fudge is a songwriter from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.
His music starts with acoustic folk-rock but changes song to song to explore many genres and influences.
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