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Labels
06:00
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You left your cardigan here with me
Before you went back home to sleep
You made me twirl and said it suits me,
I could have it now to keep.
We made a trade of little sundries,
Binder clips and business cards
Although it seemed a little early
To be reaping the rewards.
Now I’m not old or wise,
I’m just a pair of eyes
But you could be a bit more organised.
You stumble on the line
between what’s yours and mine
And do you always leave your things behind?
Damn,
You should put some labels on ‘em
That way you can always know
You should put some labels on ‘em
Then you’ll know where things should go
All my Virgos love their labels,
They keep the boundaries crystal clear
So you should put some labels on ‘em,
Put some labels on your clothes, cuz I can’t fit them all here.
You left another shirt at my place,
A button-down that’s long and black
I wonder when you leave your shit here
If it means you’re coming back.
I fear I’m headed for a meltdown,
That I’ll do something immature.
Til I breath deep and I remind myself
Everything I know for sure:
The night we had was fire
It brought me higher and higher
My common sense is clouded with discharge
I know this much is real:
I’d borrow beg and steal
To have you and the way you make me feel.
Babe,
We should put a label on it
That way I can always know
We should put a label on it
Then I won’t cry when you go
All my gurlfriends love their labels,
They keep the boundaries crystal clear
So we should put a label on it,
Put a label on this thing to ruin its veneer.
Oh no, no don’t, don’t you treat me like another drunk mistake
Don’t you tell me all the things you made me want were fake
Tell me that there’s more to all of this than how you make me feel
Cuz now it feels like
All I am to you are the things you take,
And that’s my role:
A wallet, a bottle, a hole.
Now you put out the fires
You play to my desires
A tower of promises owned by offshore buyers:
You won’t do that again, your eyes are opening
To how profoundly cocked up you have been...
...Bullshit.
You can put a label on it
You can say you’re self aware
You can put a label on it
You can hide your problems but you can’t hide how little you care
I can put a label on it
I can write and I can read
I can see we’re getting nowhere
I will wait a million nights and never get the things I need
I can put a label on it
Oh my gosh I think I’ve got it,
I know what we’re called:
We’re fucking
and that’s all. That's all...
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2. |
DR/MR
02:45
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Who’s that cloak in a booth at the back of the bar?
Who’s that bloke so fond of his ale, with buddies who can pay his debts?
Who’s that asshat dancing around
Who paces up and down and frets and puts his arm around me every chance he gets?
He works his charm, I heave a sigh,
And all night long he makes me cry:
Oh Mister, Oh Mister where have you been?
You’ve got me hooked on original sin
I turn fourteen at the thought of your touch
You made my night and I’m gonna miss you oh so much.
What’s this stagecoach doing in front of my house?
Who’s that stain in the back of the cab who beckons me to pay the fare?
What’s this malt he tilts to my lips
That leaves me feeling kinda weird?
I wake up in the morning and he’s disappeared.
My money’s gone, and so’s my wine
And all week long I sit and pine:
Oh Mister, Oh Mister where have you been?
I need my hit of original sin
I feel so faint and I’m weak in the knees,
But I’m also broke, could I come get my VISA please?
Who’s that silhouette at the top of the stairs?
Who’s this gentleman opening the door?
A face I know I’ve seen before
but never in the day.
So neatly dressed in freshly pressed
Pajamas from The Bay,
Who tips his hat and takes my hand,
and wishes I could stay, were he not ill. (I drink him in:)
His feet are bare, his legs are bones,
His grip is firm and warm, his wrists are marred
His eyes are bright with fear and shame
As he hands me back my credit card.
Oh Doctor, oh Doctor, where have you been?
A man removed from original sin
If this is how you used to be before,
I pray to God I’ll see you more
Oh Doctor, Oh Mister, what did you say?
This letter here says you’re going away
You’re breaking my heart but you can’t break the pull
I want to ride the bull
and save the cowboy
OH DR, OH MR (I want you both)
OH DR, OH MR (I want you both)
OH DR, OH MR, I want you both.
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3. |
Re:
04:25
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If I saw you on the subway,
And you happened to be all alone,
I would sidle up against you and stare until you looked up from your phone.
Then I’d gaze in your eyes
Til you jumped in surprise
To register a human face, much less a face you knew.
I’d reach heaven at last
As you cordially asked, “How are you?”
And then when I was done,
You’d say “This is my son," (he's also here)
"We were going out for dinner,
You should come! Our stop is here.”
Then we’d chat about things
And we’d all go for wings
And you would drink club soda instead of beer.
If I saw you on the subway,
And your woman was along for the ride,
I would size her up covertly
And take notes on what it means to be your bride.
And I’d try not to stare
As you sat with her there
With those yellow bags from No Frills
In a pile around your feet.
I’d peer over my book
And admit you both look kinda sweet.
I’d bear witness to life,
Man and common-law wife,
discussing the banalities of chores and family.
Then I’d watch as you leave,
And be glad you achieved
A healthy life, with her instead of me.
If I saw you on the subway,
And you happened to be all alone,
I would push past all the people
And I’d sidle up against you
And say everything I’ve held back
And I’d say a little more:
How I miss our little visits,
How it’s great to see you sober
How if no red seats were empty
Then I’d kneel down on the floor
I would clench my hands around your knees
And with hardly any warning,
I’d pull out your c*ck and I’d suck it while the whole train watched,
Like you told me to
When you emailed me
At 1:29 in the morning.
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4. |
D.I.L.F.
03:24
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Get a load of you,
Loading up the Outback
Grey around the temples from ten too many years.
Looking good in plaid,
Rocking out that dad bod
Squishy in the middle from ten too many beers.
Walking through the heart of town,
Our neighbours stare us down from head to toe
When we go hand in hand.
All the dirty looks we’re getting
All those haters from your wedding know, they got to go!
Cuz they don’t understand.
I told my friends about you and they thought I was joking.
When I showed them your picture they said “What are you smoking?”
They ask is it the power or prestige that attracts me?
Is it money? Is it love?
None of the above!
CHORUS (2x)
You’re a Dad
Dad I’d
Dad I’d Like
Dad I’d Like To...
... take out on a date
While the kids are sleeping
Give you one more wild night of fun you can’t afford.
Working night and day,
Gee you look so tired, babe
Payday’s on the way, so come get your reward.
Don’t you want a little girl
To mend you up and take away your pains,
Who does as she is told?
Bend you back and roll you out and
Strip you down to nothing but your Hanes®
And shield you from the cold?
You take me to rehearsal where your buddies all greet ya
And all the old professors see you with your Lolita
They wonder is it power or prestige that attracts me,
or the chance that I might sit in at your show?
No.
CHORUS
INTERLUDE
CHORUS
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5. |
Light In The Dark
05:12
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I was a girl with a book in a crowded bar, sitting alone
I couldn't bear one more night with a book in my big empty home
Two glasses in, and I'm sharing a laugh with a friend of a friend of a friend
I catch the eye of a stranger who's ready to drink himself into the end
Why do I fall when a sensible woman would push his advances away?
I see goodness and kindness in his eyes,
They light up the room
When he talks of his boy.
I ask what he's like,
I hear him say:
"He is the Light in the Dark
He is my sun and my stars
He is the reason I live out my days
And he is the reason we can't go back to my place."
My man at home will be happy to know I went out and had fun.
He knows that working a room is much easier said than is done.
It's nights such as this, when he's out on the road and I'm out running all over town,
I think of him toiling away and I know in my heart I'm just bringing him down.
Why does he like me and why does he stay?
What good could I possibly be?
He sees goodness and kindness when I can't,
And now in the twilight,
in this tangle of limbs,
It dawns on me:
He is the Light in the Dark
He is my sun and my stars
He is the reason I live out my days,
And you're just a number I wrote on a napkin
You're just attention that went to my head.
Who are you really?
How did you win me?
Why did you take me,
Only to leave me
Lying in nakedness, watching you walk out the door, wanting more,
With a mess on my desk and my legs and my breasts and my neck and my face and the floor?
My man at home won't be happy.
I was content in the dark
You were a poorly timed spark
I had a reason to live out my days
Til one little light in the dark turned my future to gray.
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6. |
Marco Polo
03:24
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He said to call him but he never picked up.
History's great explorer
Grown tired of oceans and land,
Batons in hand,
Coming off a voyage into port
Looking for fun, something sweet, something short.
I was a young lady, drunk off her ass
Never paid any attention in class
Here was this relic, lost at sea
The danger and depth of him lost on me.
What was his name again?
(He said to call him but he never picked up)
How will I ever know
Where did he go?
From one pole to the other
To find a cure for his needs
Tonics and weeds
Hearing his name and shrinking away,
Resenting his life being put on display:
"Everybody knows my name,
And I feel so ashamed of the things I've said and done.
You've come into my hiding place
And now it's time to go,
So let's just keep this on the down-low,
None has to know..." (whoa-oh)
What was his name again?
(He said to call him but he never picked up)
That age is in the dark now.
He said to call him... (*disappointed peep at forgetting name*)
He said to call him but he never picked up (3x)
He said to call him, RIGHT NOW.
Everybody knows his name
And I feel so ashamed of this thing I've gone and done.
What would he say if he could hear me?
"Man, why are you hung up on the past?
Did I not give you what you asked for?
You asked for passion, for intrigue,
For one night and one night alone,
And so I gave you all I had to give
(Which wasn't much)
But now you're here again, telling the story again and again years and years after it happened,
With me as the villain!
Please remember I'm a person,
Please remember I've had a hard life within the community because of my illness,
Please be kind--"
Fine!
But allow me at least to always remember you...
...what was his name again?
He said to call him but he never picked up (8x)
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Mace Avam Toronto, Ontario
MACE AVAM (pronounced 'MACE EY-vum') is a quirky 90s kid alt-rock band from Toronto, Ontario. Our debut EP HOT DADS streams on Bandcamp November 22nd.
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