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Swimming in The Bones
03:07
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A terrible day retreating and my ankles,
They’re all torn.
Then the necks began to swinging,
So the hearts were exposed.
My wrists prove, and they open,
And I’m swimming in the bones.
Wittling into nothing, building bridges to the fourth.
Ripping in, from the Lincoln who brought it up to the north.
Hoping no one barely noticed what the dead have heard before,
This casualty has got them thinking
They'd better even up the score
Dead red, it’s all been said; you know it’s even borrowed.
Sad cast, to be the last, but at least you’re moving forward.
You have to explain about the injured,
And the taken and the scorned.
Your murderous mistress, became a binger,
And you can’t say that you’ve been warned.
Cause the morning finds her at the river,
With her pockets full of stones,
They’ll just have to remember to forgive her,
And keep on swimming in the bones.
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2. |
Nine Ways
03:06
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Hey, hey Montague have you seen your Capulet?
I don’t think she’s ready to drink that poison yet,
She’s ripped and she’s marred, fucked up and afraid
She says you’re going to get it,
Nine ways to Sunday.
You say your love is deep, but it always makes you high.
The spiders in your brain, they make you want to cry.
Your love is a vehicle, that lead you somewhere else.
Your love is purely chemical and it’s always on the shelf.
Chorus
Send the sun to bed, that’s what the devil said,
You can drink until the morning, or you can drink until you’re dead.
If that’s what it takes to get you out of your head,
Then I’ll see you next Sunday, when I kick you out of bed.
Hey, hey Capulet, have you seen your Montague?
I know that he’s been drinking, and he’s looking out for you.
He’s ripped and he’s scarred, and his reputation scathed.
He says you’re going to get it,
Nine ways to Sunday.
Chorus
Send the sun to bed, that’s what the devil said,
You can drink until the morning, or you can drink until you’re dead
If that’s what it takes to get her out of your head,
You can drink until next Sunday or put a bullet in your head.
Wait a minute,
Well that’s a silly choice, and the choice is down to two.
End it all forever, or keep on loving you.
Well decision was today, all she wanted was a song,
Nine ways to Sunday and we finally get along.
Chorus:
Put the kids to bed, that’s what the papa said,
You can dream until the morning, or you can dream until you’re dead.
If that’s what it takes to get you out of your head,
Then I’ll see you all next Sunday, when I go back home to bed.
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3. |
Can of Worms
03:10
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Gave one release and receive no comfort.
She danced with me and my feelings were aged.
I knew in the end there’d be no reward,
I guess I’ll leave and pay for a ride.
Truth and comfort cost more money, crying dry on the way home.
Dirty dusted, wet while living, to keep your fear sad and alone.
Who could make it? You keep saying,
While your tears, they wash away.
Keep it building while you tear it,
Keep it up to feel the pain.
It’s on your lips and you can taste it, though your days are painted grey.
It’s your morning, but you’re wasted, at least you know you paid your way.
You could sit back in amusement, though you think on different terms,
What the hell were you thinking?
To open up that can of worms.
Who could make it? You keep saying,
While your tears they wash and stain.
Keep it building while you tear it,
Keep it up to feel the pain.
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4. |
Addiction
05:56
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You can save it for the youth, you can fail it for the truth.
You can walk on down the line, I can’t take it’s not mine.
Like before, take it away,
You’re at my door like yesterday.
Cause I’ve been thinking, too hard to see,
That you belong away from me.
You fall apart in the wind, you tell everyone you’re quitting.
See the ashes flow downstream, just remember I can’t breathe.
Like before, all in a dream,
you’re at my door, I hear you screaming.
Cause I’ve been blinking, too blind to see,
That you belong away from me.
You try so hard to fall, without you I withdrawal.
You never really seem to care; you always got time to spare.
Not like before, I need to scream,
I’ll shut the door, so you can’t hear me.
And I’ve been drinking, and now I see,
That you belong away from me.
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5. |
Sailors Grip
02:53
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Three days in the whale, you feel safe, dry and warm.
Another faceless gale, sinker sailor: you’ve been warned.
Rye and your cocaine, and your anchor tattoo.
Boots and your cigarettes, are weighing down on you.
There’s a wave and there’s a way, to find it back home.
Just you ride it and you’ll find it, get your head above the storm.
Three days in the fucking womb, you feel safe, dry and warm.
You stick your head out, take a look around, what the hell is going on?
I don’t want to leave right now, this is where I want to stay.
Hang on tight, with that sailors grip, untie that anchor from your leg.
There’s a wave and there’s a way, to find it back home.
Just you ride it and you’ll find it, get your head above the storm.
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6. |
But Then Again
03:57
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Yeah you’re always flapping your trap,
Shooting out your crap, yeah its flying out your mouth,
Like it was a gun.
Yeah you’re always tripping on your lip,
And sinking your own ships,
And you think it’s funny, honey hun.
You think you're going to get her,
But it’s better you forget her.
Cause her little sister saw the letter,
And I think she wants a ride.
Yeah you best be a cuttin’
When you're biting off those buttons,
And you're spitting them on the floor where she lied.
She crosses her legs, and then it rains,
raccooned eyes, and love in her vein.
Twisted the knife, over the pain,
I’m never gonna love like that again.
I've got to make it to that line, my time is really dying.
Yeah, it’s trying to run away from me,
But I’ll knock it on its knees,
And I’ll get away from these,
And I’ll jump over to the other side.
The fence just broke, and I know you just spoke,
It’s either keep them in or keep them out,
Or the other way around.
Yeah your sense is a mess, but it’s better than a guess,
That I keep my feet back on the ground.
She opens her legs, so entertaining.
She got tattooed thighs and love that stains.
Twisted tonight, over the pain,
I’m never gonna love like that again.
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7. |
Where Do I Go Wrong
04:15
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I must be sick, I must be crazy.
Cause I fall in love, everyday.
And when I fall, I fall deep in a hole.
Throw me a line, so I could climb out,
Cause I got more to fill.
There must be a way, yeah a trip, but not too far,
Cause when I heard your voice, and I saw you play guitar.
Well that’s all it takes, to put me back in.
But I’m going to scream and kick on my way down.
Why do I swim all these oceans?
Why do I climb all these mountains?
Where do I get these notions?
Where do I go wrong?
I guess I always throw myself at them,
Then I bounce, and I sink down.
I’m never learning, I’m always beginning again.
With someone you know, or someone’s friend.
Yeah well, there must be a kick, yeah a trip, and not too far.
Cause when I heard your voice, and I saw that you play guitar.
Well that’s all it takes to put me back in.
But I’m going to scream and kick on my way down.
Why do I swim half these oceans?
Why do I climb half these mountains?
Where do I get these fucking notions?
Where do I go wrong?
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8. |
Hollywood
03:45
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Prove to the one you love how much you can take.
You clear your throat and spit before you sing.
Proving and moving, keeping on your toes.
I can’t wait to hear the jokes and innuendos.
Some are saying that you’re no good,
Get the fuck out of Hollywood.
Condominiums and bubble bath,
The gold is rolling down your path.
Seeker, digger, with your shoveled shame,
Lucky deker, that’s me, got past your game.
Now some are saying that you’re no good,
Get the fuck out of Hollywood.
Prove to the one you love, how much you give away.
You clear your throat and spit before you sing.
You’re proving and moving, wiggling your toes.
I can’t wait to hear the jokes and innuendos.
Some are saying, that you’re no good,
Get the fuck out of Hollywood.
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9. |
No More Cannibal
03:22
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No more blood on the walls.
Just want to sit under your oak tree,
Feel the sun, and maybe forget the cold,
But I’ll miss the snow.
No more cannibal, no more,
I know, I know.
No more cannibal, you’re pitiful.
Gonna die down in the south,
That’s where I should be.
No one will show me, but I think they will.
gunna jump on that train, gunna leave alone,
got a few things to kill, no more cannibal.
No more goodbyes, just hello's,
No more stuck in my teeth no more.
A wolf’s taste, you try to wean.
The thirst you crave, well it ain’t the same.
But you know, that’s a good thing.
Gonna die down in the south,
That’s where I should be.
No one will know me, but I think they will.
Gonna jump on that train, gonna leave alone.
Got a few things to kill, no more cannibal.
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10. |
First Shot
03:49
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Can you tell the boy is damaged?
He hides it very well, but he’s broken.
Can you tell that he has managed?
To keep down, what he’s lacking,
About when he fell and was choking on words,
Forbidden to tell.
He took it out on her,
He took it all out on her, cause she’s tired.
He took it out on her,
He took it all out on her, cause she fired,
The first shot.
Can you tell the girl is damaged?
She hides it pretty well, but she’s cracking.
Can you tell that she has managed
To keep down what she’s packing,
About when she fell and was lacking nerve
To tell everyone.
She took it out on him,
She took it all out on him, cause he’s wired.
She took it out on him,
She took it all out on him, cause he fired,
The first shot.
Cause shes the one with the gun and you know shes gonna leave the scene , with no shame,she was out having fun, while you were at home bleeding, out again.
At her window he can see her,
But at her door, she won’t greet him.
At her door she can’t see him,
But at his window she won’t free him.
Cause hes the one with the knife and you know hes gonna leave no trace, he was out for your life, while you were at home putting on your face, for the next one.
He took it out on her,
He took it all out on her, cause she’s tired.
She took it out on him,
She took it all out on him, cause she fired,
The first shot.
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Brent McCambridge and The Plain Old Dirt Montreal, Québec
The Plain Old Dirt is an alt- country rock band from Montreal.Some of their influences include Gram Parsons, Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan. The band is led by singer-songwriter Brent McCambridge, who is of Irish roots, born and raised in Verdun, Quebec. His soulful voice and poetry reflect the life he knows. The songs come from places of survival and rebirth, of flesh, bone and truth. ... more
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