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Fooled, But Not Foolish
03:23
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I'm not scared of growing old, no I'm not scared to change
It's just some room I'll occupy, adjust and rearrange
But as soon as I get settled in all the locks will change
And the room that once I occupied will never seem so strange
It's just as much a joke to me as a mystery
Fooled by inconsistency that will not cease
Like eating scraps off a silver platter
They look so sweet but they taste so bitter
Like a sunrise in the dead of winter
It looks so warm but it feels much colder
Now I'm not scared of losing sleep drawing patterns in the sand
Everything comes naturally if not by some natural plan
Cause everybody comes to some conclusion about the truth
And how it seems to free itself from every being used
It's just as much a crime to me as a travesty
Fooled by some conspiracy to make believe
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It goes, and it goes, like a river running through the woods
It's alone, it never stops, it never could
But this new home my heart has found goes up and down all day
Don't you see it's all I need, you're all I need to stay
You tried your best, your very best, it was not enough
So you ask for more, for more and more, it never comes
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Always By My Side
02:13
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Will you wait for me
Will you be always by my side
Like my very best friend
Someone I can rely on
See, do you see that it's nothing personal
It's just me who hates the time it takes
To try and start it all again
I'll wait for you
I will be always by your side
Like your very best friend
Someone you can rely on
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4. |
Here And Now, Boys
02:57
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Sometimes I like to leave my lights on
While I try to fall asleep at night
And when I dream it's always in different speeds
When I awake I feel asleep
It's so hard to be here, to be now
Why don'y I speak up when my name is called?
Why don't I care about my friends?
When I walk a different street
When I see a different film
When I read a different book
I don't feel a thing
When something happens someone notices
When something's finished something's gained
When I am trying to be understood
It's so hard to be here, to be now
When I see the setting sun
When I see Vincent's room
When I a write a brand new song
I don't feel a thing, no
It's so hard to here, to be now
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5. |
Calvin's Blues
04:04
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Do you worry 'bout the future
Does it make you want to change?
You've been checking all those numbers
But the answer stays the same
We're so different, I'm so different from you
Cause I'm not sinking, no I'm not sinking like you
Calvin, don't you sweat
You're alright I guess
I've got nothing to be scared of
Still that setting sun is haunting all my dreams
Cause I've been checking all those numbers
But the answer's not complete
I've been thinking, I've been thinking 'bout you
We're not different, no I'm not that different from you
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6. |
Something Without
03:45
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To be without, to be with it
To feel the ground begin to shift
I've never noticed anything
To be alone, to be aroused
To feel the sweat of an anxious crowd
It's like the sun refused to shine
I don't want to try
But that doesn't mean I don't care
To lie awake beneath the stars
To hear the screech of midnight cars
When you're around, when you're awake
To ne unknown, to be unsure
While I am both I still take turns
Between the two, between them both
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7. |
I Could Be Your Friend
02:42
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I met a girl last
It was something from a dream though I was not asleep
She didn't care about nothing I liked
She said, 'I might be wrong but haven't we met?'
I never even introduced my self
Then she said to me:
I could be your friend
Yes, I could be your friend
Oh, I could be your friend
For all time
And just as it was there
The feeling faded like a memory of a dream
I never once tried to bring it all back
I lost my way retracing all of my steps
I never even introduced my self
Still I imagined hearing:
I could be your friend
Yes, I could be your friend
Oh, I could be your friend
For all time
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8. |
One, One-Thousand
03:11
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Big winner, big winner
Living up in outer space
It's so cold in the summer
You're fortunate and out of place
Big talker, big talker
Talking like you think you know
You're looking like a filler
Wide-eyed to the great unknown
Drifting like a dead ship in the salty sea
In and out of wishing for a sun-swept breeze
It's something from an old film, it looks dark but it looks profound
Between loading up my shotgun
And the rusted chain of my basset hound
It's so cold in the winter
As the sun is drying up the haze
Through the night I've been praying
Cause I've been sinning all through the day
It's too dark for science
It's not light enough for the sacred heart
So I'm gapping in the the excess
Hoping that you'll sing your part
The buzz of my shot and the rust of my chain
Gonna get me home safe, gonna keep me insane
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Lazy lover pick it up
You've been leaning on your lazy crutch
Do you just not care enough to try and make and it work?
Don't you see it's all the same
Every moving cloud, every drop of rain
Watch it wax then watch it wane
It's a cycle all the same
No one wants to let you down
But it happens
Don't you take it pound for pound
It's not worth it to feel worthless
You try and try to understand
Like a hopeful boy or a stupid man
With everything at your command you know not where to start
Don't you see it's not the same
Everything gets touched by change
You can run you can hide but either way
It's bound to catch up to you
I've been thinking about all the things to be
And it's a mystery I am in between
So I sifted through all the things I need
And it's clear to me, you're all I need
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10. |
Sunday Dress
06:26
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Has been so long since I last saw the setting sun
I did nothing wrong but I see my troubles coming one by one
This isn't lonesome grief, I never gamble with my happiness
It's the art of balancing a midnight sinner in a sunday dress
You spoke with god last night about the current state of everything
You did nothing wrong but you had a question about a couple things
You said, 'I'm still not sure whether glory comes from honesty
Cause from where I stand it seems that glory comes from anything'
Get yourself dressed, it's sunday
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11. |
Born Again
05:46
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Stuck inside the womb
Until I am born again
Held beneath the sheets
Until the afternoon sets in
Stuck with everything
As I try to keep up
When I all want to do
Is to be born or to wakeup
And I wonder if its easier to hide away
Like a prisoner from the people but in a different way
Drenched to the bone
In the wind and in the rain
As the weather men just piss
Different colours everyday
It's hard for me to guess
What is coming or what came
As the congregation sleeps
The sinners call my name
And I wonder if the future is a constant state
Like a painter mixing oils until the pigments change
I saw the women by the river washing the children's hands
Of all the greasy habits picked up by their relatives
And the soap it will float into the sea
Into the tubs, and the sinks of the city streets
And their feet underneath hit the waters edge
Until they see to their relief that they cannot be cleansed
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Viva Mars Toronto, Ontario
Viva Mars are a Canadian indie rock band whose abilities and interests span the musical spectrum. Formed in 2007, Viva Mars creatively mesh their broad musical and artistic influences together, crafting a unique sound rooted in rock n’ roll and pop. They just independently recorded and released their double album project Yes, Indeed, You Are Right, That’s It. But Of Course, Yes, Definitely, Right ... more
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