The Songs of Folklore

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An informational thread about the songs, lyrics and videos of Folklore

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Folkore Electronic Press Kit (EPK)

[Maca (Mod)]

Description

I'm inspired by words and phrases. The night I wrote this, my head had just hit the pillow, but then I got up and wrote all the lyrics for this song. I'm just saying I'm not a one-trick pony, and that I don't want to be pigeonholed. The music is splendid. The banjo makes an appearance, and it's mixed with this hip-hoppy groove. There's a funkiness to its rhythm that makes it feel very modern. This song reminds me of the America hit "A Horse With No Name". It's abstract in that way, where I'm more painting broad strokes than being exact with the words. The Kronos Quartet plays on this – a whole string arrangement that's so insane. We sent the song to them, then they sent it back to us with the arrangement, and we were blown away.

Lyrics

You say you’re identical to none
Though you’re identical to some
Who wants to be a some?
Not me

I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I really feel no one can own me
I really feel nothing can hold me

Nobody can control me
Nobody can conform me
Nobody can disown me
Nobody can ignore me

So slow down
One-trick pony

I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
For you I will not dance
And for you I will not prance

And where I was last
I'll never be at
And after that
I've already passed

So slow down
(Get on it girl, and flaunt it girl, it’s got a price tag on the end)
And hear this sound
(Get on it girl, and flaunt it girl, is it what you really wanted?)
One-trick pony

Yeah, you do it for a price
I can see it in your eyes
See, that role was never mine
I don't want to stand in line
See how that one-trick story goes?
If she weren't on time you'd never know
Cause a one-tick pony steals the show
You're just a pony

So back down
(Get on it girl, and flaunt it girl, it’s got a price tag on the end)
To the ground
(Get on it girl, and flaunt it girl, it’s got a price tag on the end)
And chill out
(Get on it girl, and flaunt it girl)

Girl, you better shape up
(She's coming undone, she's coming undone)
Girl, you better shape up
(She's coming undone, she's coming undone)
Yeah the ride is so, so, so, so, so fast
Yeah, you better shape up
(She's coming undone, she's coming undone)
Yeah, just keep your chin up
(She's coming undone, she's coming undone)
No half ass
No half ass
One-trick pony

Just ride ride ride
Just ride ride ride
Ride ride ride

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[SIZE=2][SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2][SIZE=2]I get to see a lot of DJ-oriented performance stuff, and I'm into the heaviness of breakbeats, how raw and powerful they are. Everything lately has become so synthesised, but just the standard sound of breakbeats is inspiring. "Powerless" uses breakbeats like that; it's a real groove, a real vibe. It just carries you away. There's a banjo mixed with a breakbeat from Malcolm McLaren’s "Buffalo Gals". So right away you’re bobbing your head. The lyrics are initially in-your-face, like "okay, I know I’m going to be stereotyped in my life because that is the world we live in, that's society". But the song tries to find some sense of order in this complicated world.[/SIZE][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Paint my face in your magazines [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Make it look whiter than it seems [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Paint me over with your dreams [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Shove away my ethnicity [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Burn every notion that I [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]May have a flame inside to fight [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And say just what is on my mind [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Without offending your might [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Cuz this life is too short [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To live it just for you [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But when you feel so powerless [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]What are you gonna do? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]So say what you want[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Say what you want[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I saw her face outside today [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Weatherworn, looking all the rage [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]They took her passion and her gaze and made a poster [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Now it’s moccasins we sport [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We take the culture and contort [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Perhaps only to distort what we are hiding [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Cuz this life is too short [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To live it just for you [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But when you feel so powerless [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]What are you gonna do? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But say what you want[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Say what you want[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Hey you, the one, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in, get in? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Hey you, the one that don’t fit in, how ya, how ya gonna get in? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in with your [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Broken teeth, broken jaw, broken mojo [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Yeah, this life is too short [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To live it just for you [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But when you feel so powerless[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]What are you gonna do? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Cuz this life is too short [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To live it just for you [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But when you feel so powerless [/SIZE]
What are you gonna do?

Cuz this life is too short
[SIZE=2]To live it just for you [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But when you feel so powerless [/SIZE]
What are you gonna do?

Official Video



Underground Video

[Maca (Mod)]

Description

This song came from a poem I wrote called "Teenage Waste". When you're a teenager, you want to try everything, you're like a little firework. Your wiser self is there, somewhere deep down, depending on how young or old your soul is. But it doesn't always show itself. "Explode" is visceral, it's guttural. That's why part of the song uses terms from Capoeira, the Brazilian martial arts form. It touches on teenage experimentation and bliss and fun, but also on some violence and aggression.

[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Bênção — Joga — Ginga — Roda[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]With a lighter and some hairspray[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Smoking in the girls' room[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Or maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Now we look back and see that she didn't know how[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]We never thought that we'd get caught up[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Stuck in the teenage waste[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road outside the K-Mart[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Rolling around in them to see if you would get prickled[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Slip the acid on your tongue rooftop shopping mall parkade[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We couldn't get enough[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Then count the stars and the ten million woes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Just you and the universe judging each other[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]We never knew that we'd get caught up[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Stuck in the teenage waste[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we let go[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Bênção — Joga — Ginga — Roda[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]It's a fight[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It's a fight [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And you finally belong[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Got a shiner now[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And it's more than a battle scar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]More than a battle scar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Such a good, good story to tell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]At lunch break, lunch break, lunch break, lunch break[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Such a good, good story to tell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You bully, you break[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You bully, you break[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You hit it and you're in it and it's spinning and it's wild[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We never thought that we'd get caught up[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Stuck in the teenage waste[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we explode[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As we let go[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're gonna go far, we're gonna go far[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're not very far, we're not very far[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]And it's you and me in the open air[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It's truth or dare, we don't care[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We're counting the stars[/SIZE]

Official Video

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[SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]

[SIZE=2]This is about the reality of love. My energy used to just go everywhere, but now I'm more grounded because I've found true love. The idea here is that, yeah, sometimes life sucks. But life is only so long, and somebody can come along who makes you want to be a better person. You just have to roll with the punches. So "Try" is not a happy-go-lucky song. It has a strange arrangement because the chorus happens only twice, and the end is improvisational. It's like one of those epic power ballads.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]All I know[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Is everything is not as it's sold[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But the more I grow the less I know[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And I have lived so many lives[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Though I'm not old[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And the more I see, the less I grow[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The fewer the seeds the more I sow[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Then I see you standing there[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Wanting more from me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And all I can do is try[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Then I see you standing there[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Wanting more from me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And all I can do is try[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Try[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And all the real people are really not real at all[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The more I learn, the more I learn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The more I cry, the more I cry[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]As I say goodbye to a way of life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I thought I had designed for me[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Then I see you standing there[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Wanting more from me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And all I can do is try[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Then I see you standing there[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I'm all I'll ever be[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But all I can do is try[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Try[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]All of the moments that already passed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We'll try to go back and make them last[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]All of the things we want each other to be[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We never will be, we never will be[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And that's wonderful, and that's life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]That's you, baby[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]This is me, baby[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]And we are[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We are[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We are[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We are[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We are[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Free[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]In our love[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]We are free in our love[/SIZE]

Try...

Official Video

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[SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]

[SIZE=2]I love the idea of taking back phrases. "Fresh off the boat" is a slang expression describing an immigrant. It gets thrown around a lot and not usually as a compliment. But I wanted to take the negative out of that and turn it into something positive. There's so much beauty in the humility and modesty that derive from being an immigrant family, coming to the New World for the first time. And it never ends because you go back to the Old World at some point and then return to your adopted country. You take something and bring it back, and it becomes a big jumble. I relate to that idea very strongly. It's what this song and the whole album are about.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I rock these bare feet like no one else can[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]My hands are dirty I like 'em that way[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Shows who I am[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I'm fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]The wine tastes good on my sweet lips like sunshine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The plastic on the furniture suits me just fine[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I'm fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Fresh off the boat[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Tell it on the mountain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Tell it on your radio[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Tell it on the mountain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Tell it on your radio[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Ding – Ding – Ding – Ding –Ding - Ding – Ding – Ding – Ding –Ding – Ding[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Ding – Ding – Ding – Ding –Ding - Ding – Ding – Ding – Ding –Ding – Ding[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Apanha um barco branco e vai vai vai[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Apanha um barco branco e sai sai sai[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Aquela menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Aquela menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Aquela menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina e vai vai vai[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Aquela menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Querida menina a beira do mar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Beira do mar, mar, yeah![/SIZE]

[Maca (Mod)]

[SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]

[SIZE=2]When I was touring in Portugal, people would frequently say goodbye to me by saying "força”, which is Portuguese slang. It translates as "keep going", or "kick ass". It's also associated with sports, especially football [s.occer]. I put a feminine twist on the idea of how you feel when you're watching your favourite team. When you tie that into nationality, it becomes pretty intense. So this is a happy song, a burst of energy. Plus, we have [banjoist] Béla Fleck playing on the song. His contribution here is amazing.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the passion flowing right on through your veins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And it's the feeling that you're oh so glad you came[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the moment you remember you're alive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is that flower that you took the time to smell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the power that you know you got as well[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the fear inside that you can overcome[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força que ninguem pode parar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the beautiful game that you chose to play[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]When you stepped out into the world to start your day[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You show your face and take it in and scream and pray[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You're gonna win it for yourself and us today[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is the gold, the green, the yellow and the grey[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The red and sweat and tears, the love you got. [/SIZE][SIZE=2]Hey![/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força que ninguem pode parar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Closer to the sky[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Closer, way up high[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Mais perto do ceu[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Mais perto do ceu[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força que ninguem pode parar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma força, com uma força[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Este amor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Este amor [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]É tan grande, é tan forte[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Come on![/SIZE]

Official Video

[Maca (Mod)]

[SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]

[SIZE=2]This plays around with the idea of wanting what you can't have, or wanting what's on the other side, something you dream of. And then you finally touch it, but oh no, it's too late! It's changed. There are also themes of deception and mistrust, but I prefer to express that kind of world-weariness with a light touch. The music has an understated hip-hop thing going on, the groove just chugs along, with simple instrumentation.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]From Cambridge Dictionaries Online:[/SIZE]

The grass is always greener on the other side (of the fence) [SIZE=2][[/SIZE]SAYING[SIZE=2]][/SIZE]

something that you say which means that other people always seem to be in a better situation than you, although they may not be:

I sometimes think I'd be happier teaching in Spain. Oh well, the grass is always greener on the other side!

[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh, I once had something[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Something that was so good[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Better than the last thing I touched[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Then turned right around on that something[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I guess I figured I didn't like that much[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But can you tell me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Can you feel it? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I just wanna feel it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But I think I stained my jeans [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And now everybody knows that I’ve been in it [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I am a believer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But as I was standing[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]In line somebody took my place[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Yes I'm a believer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Never mind what they say[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I got so tired along the way[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But can you tell me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Can you feel it? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I just wanna feel it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But I think I stained my jeans [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And now everybody knows that I’ve been in it [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]And I've got a skeleton that's deeper than any closet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And a bomb that I will drop on it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You opened up to me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]‘Til I could only see the beauty in your dishonesty[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But can you tell me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Can you feel it? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I just wanna feel it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But I think I stained my jeans [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And now, baby, you can tell that I’ve been in it[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2](Leave me alone)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Oh yeah, the grass is green [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]But it's not what it seems [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Cause when you think[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You want it you just need it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2](It’s what you needed)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Forget just what you need[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The clock is ticking and this life is a train[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Man, I think you're on it[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]And it's what you wanted[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2](It is what you wanted)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And it’s what you needed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2](Oh it’s what you needed)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh it’s what you wanted[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]It is what you wanted[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And it’s what you needed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2](What you needed)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh it’s what you wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted, yeah[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Or is it what I needed and what you wanted?[/SIZE]

[Maca (Mod)]

[SIZE=2]Description[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]

[SIZE=2]When you look through old photo albums, the pictures can feel so fresh and new. There seems to be so much hope in there. The experience can call up another time, something magical and mystical. This song is about the idea of idealism. It reflects the immigrant theme that runs throughout the album. The imagery is very vivid, like a poem. The instrumentation is chilled-out and organic. There’s a lot of mellow, bluesy, Jimi Hendrix-type guitar, like in "Waterfalls" or "Little Wing". There's a subtle psychedelic vibe to it, and the way it builds is really beautiful.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=2]Lyrics[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Picture perfect, a life that you saw in a magazine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Or maybe a traveling book[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Wanted to get on that plane and fly away[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Cause you are a rock star deep down inside[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You walk with a swagger, got nothing to hide [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Your sideburns are perfect, you're a perfect and lean[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]So you made an oil painting to immortalize[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]All of the hope and vision in your eyes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]In your leisure coat and cowboy hat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]North American records and so much to bat for[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Please bring me along[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Please bring me along[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Cause I want to see everything you have to offer me[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Get a job lifting cement[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh it's so dry, when it rains it gets wet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And the village was great, but now it's a suburb[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]You left behind half of all that you had learnt[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Relearn a couple things along the way[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]The thrift shop so clean all for half what you'd pay[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]So you try everything on, on for size[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Drop top your Camaro and go for a ride[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Please bring me along[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Please bring me along[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Cause I want to see everything you have to offer me[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Oh, and I, I don't mind [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To sit here and waste all my time[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Oh but this world, it is not mine [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]To define, and I want to shine[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Please bring me along[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Please take me away[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I don't want to stay[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]And I want to see everything you have to offer me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And I want to see everything you have to offer me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]And I want to see everything you have to offer me[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]I want to see everything the world has to offer me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I want to see everything the world has to offer me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I want to show everything I have to offer it[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]I want to show everything I have to offer it now[/SIZE]

[Maca (Mod)]

Featuring Jarvis Church

Description

This originated from a poem I wrote called "Saturdays". It’s really folky, mostly just voice and guitar. It's a little Johnny Cash-esque, but the 24-year-old girl version. The song is about how I used to spend my Saturdays cleaning the rooms at the Robin Hood Motel in Victoria, British Columbia, where I grew up. On the third floor, there was a tar-like flat roof, and when I had a break, I'd grab a Diet Coke and sit there and wait for my mother, who ran the housekeeping services. I'd look over the site, dreaming about my future as a musician. I wrapped up a lot of hours dreaming there.

Lyrics

Hot motel
Stuffy inside
I know well
This eleven walls
Hot black tar
I tan my legs
Rest my heart
And dream of the city

Magazine and Diet Coke
I'm not a joke
This is me
Damaged leg
Heavy cart
Plastic cups
Linen mart

Rock garden
Where I used to play
People stare
Part of their day
Coffee break
Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room

Done my list
I make my way
To help my mother
End her day
Fresh cut grass
car park
We roll on out
We got a lot

We're on our way
Roll the windows down
And scream out loud
We're tired now

Take it home
Stop on the way
To the bakery
For some fruit and cake
At home I lay
After a shower clean
I hit my head
And I dream