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Straight Shooter
03:05
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Hey there
Come on over here
You’re new here but I can tell
You call it like you see it
You look like you can hold your ground
And boy I hope you stick around
What a pretty mess we’ve made
We could leave it for another day
And hate ourselves forever...
We need a straight shooter
To get us out of here
We need a straight shooter
To get us out of here
We need a straight shooter
To get us out
We need a straight shooter
To get us out of here
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2. |
No More Mister Nice Guy
03:28
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What didn’t you understand? When was I unclear?
I regret being true with my point of view
Nothing can stop you now, you’ve trampled the way clear
All the nice guys finish last beaten by the crude and the crass
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Be warned this time there’ll be
No more Mr. Nice Guy
In my self indulging fantasies, my private little daydreams
I would love to lose my cool, scare some sense into you
In no Christian man of faith could you see such mediocrity
But I’ve no cheeks left to turn, and this fire in my gut so burns
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Be warned this time there’ll be
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No one can stand it seems to be witness to the scene
It’s not pretty being mad, being honest, being sad
You’ll miss me when I’m gone you’ll see, I wasn’t the enemy
Out of sight, out of mind, out of luck and out of time
Take me out back
No more Mr. Nice Guy
It’s too late for your guilt trip panic attacks
No more Mr. Nice Guy
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3. |
Grave Digger Diaries
04:11
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No rest tonight so best stay out of my way
On and on ‘till nothing else remains
Dig deep, dig wide, the dead must have their domain
On and on there’s no one here to save
Don’t come bothering me,
I’m digging graves for anyone to see
Whose dear secrets will be
Buried here?
No end in sight, feel the blood rush through my veins
On and on, there’s nothing here to gain
Take heart, take pride in this brave new economy
On and on, the dead will come to sleep
Don’t come bothering me,
I’m digging graves for anyone to see
How many secrets will be
Buried here?
Don’t come bothering me,
I’m digging graves for anyone to see
Don't you know there will be
Someone digging graves when it's your turn to sleep?
All your secrets will be
Buried here?
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4. |
Goodbye
04:30
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Look at the time, it’s gotten late and I’m tired
There’s nothing more I want to say
Give me a minute to pack up a bag and
I’ll leave with the light of day
It seems years have gone by since I feel like I’ve tried
I promised you things I regret
You weren’t like anyone that I’d met
You never were one to pretend
You don’t want to know what’s going on in my mind
No tears can flow even though this is our last goodbye
(You were wonderful
We were wonderful
Things were wonderful
I was wonderful once)
You don’t want to know what’s going on in my mind
No tears can flow even though this is our last goodbye
Don’t ask me how or why
Don’t need me I could die
(You were wonderful
We were wonderful
Things were wonderful
I was wonderful once)
You don’t want to know what’s going on in my mind
No tears can flow even though this is our last goodbye
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5. |
When The Money's Gone
02:28
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When the money’s gone, I’ll be fine
With whatever little crumbs are left to find
You can worry, you can lose your mind to doubts
Or leave them all behind
When the money’s gone, I don’t think
The bank and I will see things eye to eye
As forgiving as a heart attack
And as generously kind
It made no sense to ever try and build an empire
The more you get the more you've got to lose in time
Happy be the simple man
With no one to continue his line
I hope the money’s gone when I die
Been taking my sweet time to build this credit line
With no riches to start a fight
Please bury me in the cheapest box you can find
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Pitter-patter on the windows
The rising humidity
Daydreaming of the gallows
Nothing ever happens to me
A clock tick-tocking in the kitchen
We’re losing light steadily
These soaking dishes need some washing
Nothing ever happens to me
A flood, a fight,
A flight of fancy,
A fairy tale come true,
Your eyes in mine,
The touch of your thighs
Anything would do
The sound of footsteps in the alley
Full of purpose undeniably
A café terrace full of laughter
Nothing ever happens to me
A flood, a fight,
A flight of fancy,
A fairy tale come true,
Your eyes in mine,
The touch of your thighs
Anything would do
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7. |
Busy Bee
03:55
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Sippin’ on a beer
Don’t want to be anywhere but here, inside our home
You’ve gone and disappeared
Busy bee you’ll keep me on my toes for years
You were born to roam
Leave me be
With my busy bee
Leave me be
Leave my busy bee to me
Your memories on the wall
Those tattered boots of yours just sitting, and fading in the hall
You love those boots...
Leave me be
With my busy bee
Leave me be
With my busy bee
Leave me be
Leave my busy bee to me
I know you’ll reappear
Busy bee your stare it brings a weakness to my knees
This is home
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8. |
Keeping Up
03:54
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I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
I'm having trouble keeping up with you
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9. |
Bottle Of Rye
03:51
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A quiet time, a quiet place to recollect in peace
Reflect on what remains of life
But what fades will keep me up all night
So I’ll drink a bottle of rye and stare up at the sky
Every good idea not tried left me with a sigh
So I’ll drink a bottle of rye and sit here wondering why
Every chance that slipped on by fled back to the sky
So this is how it feels to finally open up my eyes
Been starting over every few years or so,
I never thought I’d get to be so tired...
So I’ll drink a bottle of rye completely unsurprised that
Everyone that’s passed me by was reaching for the sky
So I’ll drink a bottle of rye and watch from the sidelines
As every dream I had that died leaves me for the sky
From this cliff-face ever so high, I can see around for miles
With a heart chock full of lies, I stare up at the sky
So I’ll drink this bottle of rye and step into the night
What goes up comes down in time, but my troubles I leave to the sky
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10. |
Maybe Someday
04:23
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Tell me father, what’s the plan
Maybe someday, I’ll understand
Don’t you dare, son, reinvent the wheel
It may be broken, but that’s the deal
Tell me mother, how to heal
Rewind the tape and edit the reel
Maybe someday, you’ll be a man
Until that day comes, do what you can
In your temple of pagan prayers
Filled with guilt and a cross to bear
You find that wisdom is smoke and mirrors
You feel the weight of the wasted years
Maybe Someday...
Maybe Someday...
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Deep Rivers Montreal, Québec
Deep Rivers offers a combination of the intimacy of folk with the energy and the sonic palette of indie-rock. The group's love for catchy melodies, melancholic lyrics and elaborate and subtle arrangements is reflected in their repertoire, sometimes sweet and comforting, sometimes unbridled. The band's first EP, Part One, was released on February 3, 2017. New Album out soon! ... more
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