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by Richard Laviolette and the Oil Spills

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1.
Snuck Right Up There is no use in trying to find cause you just did You snuck right up from behind and now I'm it Since we're not playing tag or games like that at all There is no sense in assigning roles before we start I've got my heart You've got your heart too What if we parted What if I never knew you Well I know we'd get by on our own You can get good at being alone But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you You played your set from the rooftop as we climbed up The crowd of people there with us could not get enough So we all sang along as we tried not to fall off the roof And only after the cops had arrived did we all come down I've got my heart You've got your heart too What if we parted What if I never knew you Well I know we'd get by on our own You can get good at being alone But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you Under the lamplight in the backyard, knelt down in the grass I thought of all of the questions I thought I would ask I sang you a song by your brother that I knew I forgot all the words but you helped me find a few I've got my heart You've got your heart too What if we parted What if I never knew you Well I know we'd get by on our own You can get good at being alone But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you
2.
Airtight; No Sunlight I grew up inside your mind Bucket seats behind your eyes Unquestioned direction was in my feet I was raised by your machine Educated by your tv I never doubted your right and wrong Our place in this world Fingers touch my nose Fingers touch my hair I cannot work these things when I'm numb and unprepared These are not my hands This is not my skin Does this not feel like someone else we're in In the classrooms and on the streets In the textbooks and on tv These clips were loaded for the public eye The cops get paid to do what they're told The state has roots in capital Capital has interests in itself The bottom line Fingers touch my nose Fingers touch my hair I cannot work these things when I'm numb and unprepared These are not my hands This is not my skin Does this not feel like someone else we're in
3.
Break Down These Blues All of your raw materials Have suffered the hands of this day Exhausting your staple stockpiles So we dog-eared its corners And put away this day It's not like you've been well prepared for this Despite all the jobs that you've had It's not like the lessons you're learning Could ever draw upon the lessons That you've learned from your past The wars waged against you are ongoing One day we know this one will end It's just hard knowing from the beginning That no matter your muster It's a war you won't win So who's got the gospel for a man in these shoes He'll need ten million choirs here to break down these blues You've gotta break down these blues You've gotta break down these blues So who's got the bottle of mercy Who's got the water that warms A few drops in a downpour go unnoticed Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm
4.
Telephone Wire This burn in my belly, this ache in my chest Cause I can't see your face when we talk I can't hold you hand or put mine on your back I can't follow your lips if I watched I can't see your brows rise and fall with you shoulders And I can't see that look in your eye I cannot match the appropriate response To the tone of the telephone wire Last night on the phone we were both in our bedrooms To discredit the two provinces between us Thought if we put our heads together they might actually touch Let them rework their maps if they must But we both felt the distance every bump in the track One thousand one hundred and eleven miles Against the cold hard plastic, the inanimate touch And the tone of the telephone wire Any clarifications or misunderstandings Or any what did you mean by that These emotional oil spills have no sense of timing I felt dirty and tired and wet You're left with a film that you cannot scrape off your skin Even if your body subsides You just gotta get in it and soak for a while It's the burn of the telephone wire You just gotta get in it and soak for a while It's the burn of the telephone wire
5.
Funeral Song 04:06
Funeral Song When I decide to die or whenever All the folks that I fouled figure it's my time To pack up all my things and move across the line And get reacquainted with the dirt So you can toss me in a hole in the ground or whatever You can light me on fire and throw me in the river Just don't prop me in some coffin so some preacher can deliver Some uninspired words from the book When I die don't call no preacher And if I die I won't call one either Leaving these words in all of the mouths Of all of the people People who can speak for themselves And are much better suited on this particular day To say a few words about an old friend In their particular way When I decide to die or whenever All the people that I love decide to let me go Get out of the church and bring it back home It's much more comfortable there To bring out a case of wine or whatever Cause the keg's pretty cheap if you brew the beer yourself Sittin' in the kitchen all the stories that we'll tell Singing up a storm oh you really give it hell Cause the person who just died spent their whole life living And hell's just a figure out speech We don't need nobody else here acting like their dead Cause you'll all get your turn one day When I die don't call no preacher And if I die I won't call one either Leaving these words in all of the mouths Of all of the people People who can speak for themselves And are much better suited on this particular day To say a few words about an old friend In their particular way
6.
Winterbreath 03:40
Winterbreath Must have taken a great stampede With a thousand pounding march feet All part of an infantry Who were dying to lose their soul to the enemy Just to cary out plans passed down To sustain the winterbreath ground cover Wool blankets hold hostage The sun the light and all the colours A mist to moisten your tongue and cheek A film to cover your eyes with me A place where ocean and sky once met Draw blank draw a blank there's nothing left Cause I'd rather be long extinct With my eggs thrown across conquered beach Feed the tourist fossil fuel Preserve the memories of you
7.
Body Maps 05:46
Body Maps This will prove a beautiful night Though I'm somewhat concerned of the morning light What it brings with it when it brings to light Outdated maps of my body Of course the rain came down What could I expect my last night in town With the people I most needed now I was grateful that they were on tour Followed the tracks back home Mounted my bicycle after the show To the train bridge where I used to go To think, to pee outside, and to talk to myself I threw my bike in the shed I ran through the shower without leaving my head Though I wanted out, changed my clothes instead Threw on something I could feel good in for a while We listened and we each to a grip I fit my whole body between her fingers and her hip There were four of us in my bed we fit But two of us made it through morning 4:45 came about The doorbell rang but not too loud When my folks arrived I just slipped out Waking only those who I thought might like to meet might parents
8.
Two Hinges 06:04
Two Hinges This hole, this soaking skin, this mop Wet hair caught in your eyes, your windsheild wipers Slapping time but moving slow But moving slow This clock, this time machine, this watch This measurement of trips around the sun And times that I have seen the moon I've seen the moon This phone, this metronome, this click click This user of words sorts through the alphabet To find in their a voice In there a voice This bed, this resting head, this graph This place from where I map out on my window Times that I have seen the moon I've seen the moon Probably it won't be long I don't see this dragging on too much Probably it wont be long I don't see this dragging on too much Cause all this waiting is making me tired Oh all this waiting is making me tired You're here, you're on this floor, standing You just walked through that whole in my wall Yes two hinges on a piece of door A piece of door This chance, this randomness, this math This disorder and chaos This particular spacing of molecules Of molecules Probably it won't be long I don't see this dragging on too much Probably it wont be long I don't see this dragging on too much Cause all this waiting is making me tired Yeah all this waiting is making me tired Yeah all this waiting is making me tired Oh all this waiting
9.
Picture Cards Draw picture cards that make you believe In things like the past telling stories that bleed Onto the page in not so many words What's that you say about not being hurt Painted eyes on the back of your head It's not your fault your beauty has fled Most of your thoughts make forts in your hair Imperfectly woven with the cold winter air Silently kept for moments that find Lover heartbeats leaving footprints behind Most of them gasp having already crept Past your clavicle to the back of your neck What if the years running by were old friends Would they stop into see you now and again It's not the guilt that rots in your bones It's all those friends that forget to call home Calling your bluff in not so many words What's that you say about not being hurt I know there's something I don't understand One day I know I'll return to the land Maybe the dirt in some farmer's field Food for the wheat or the automobile Breaking down, starting up One trip through this world seems like more than enough
10.
This Evening 03:50
This Evening This evening, this evening the kitchen fell still With gravity pulling eyelids against their will With foreheads on tables and legs up on hills Of the armrests and the laundry piles laying there still This even this evening they awoke to the thud Of my foot tapping gently to the rhythm of the cups Sitting in for the ashtrays and picking up butts By the light of a candle burning, drowning in its own blood This evening this evening the dead lay around This dog and this guitar out making their sounds Like wasted composers, their notes hit the ground As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around
11.
With Tape and Purposeful Hats Hold your head up in the corner Keep your roots deep in the ground Just because those clouds inspire poets It doesn't mean your body's heaven bound The room I walk through is slowly sinking The walls are wet and rot with mold There is no kingdom not subject to this There's only so long any brick can hold Though this world too complex for good an evil Despite how well it plays out on a stage I don't need no fear of god inside me To have compassionate and loving ways I don't think that god made this for you and me I don't think that god exists at all But since we're two flies stuck in a jar let's talk about it Better that than have our backs up against the wall Don't base all of your arguments on the bible Ain't it so that every good book has its day Won't you please acknowledge that life goes on all around you There more to reference than what your prophets say Though this world too complex for good an evil Despite how well it plays out on a stage I don't need no fear of god inside me To have compassionate and loving ways
12.
Yes, I Mean All Of It Hard earned, was it worth the fight Quick breath, flickering light Small room on the ocean floor The walls are taking water And the furnace fire's o'er The old desk, the leather chair Clock face sees you waiting there The calm before the storm Oh don't we get right down to dying The very moment we're born This country, each one of us This land that lies under us This city, this neighbourhood Progress is understood Lay down the tracks and roll out wielding guns We felonized the bodies of the people we took this from Homeland reclamation site Farmland to city lights Crown land colonized There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right

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released October 1, 2009

Richard Laviolette and the Oil Spills:

Richard Laviolette - Guitar, Vocals
Jenny Mitchell - Bass, Vocals
Lisa Bozikovic - Piano, Vocals
Matt Reeves - Guitar, Vocals
Meredith Grant - Accordion, Vocals
Greg Denton - Banjo, Vocals
Geordie Gordon - Fiddle, Mandolin, Vocals
Mike Brooks - Pedal Steel, Vocals
Mathias Kom - Ukulele, Vocals
Mike Snider - Vocals

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Andy Magoffin at the House of Miracles in London, ON.

Originally released independently on CD October 2009.
It was released on Vinyl by You've Changed Records on July 6, 2010.

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