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Not Offering
02:45
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I have given up. I've given enough.
I was so sure. So it goes, I am not anymore.
They just keep taking. I was offering.
I have given up. I've given enough.
I was so sure. So it goes, I am not anymore.
They've taken everything. They take and then they just keep taking.
I am not offering. I am not offering.
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2. |
Baseball
03:52
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She was living like a silhouette in someone else’s movie set.
Her father was a drama queen, had always stolen all her scenes.
I was emotionally detached. It’s not your fault; I was born like that.
She said nobody holds me back, said they cauterized the gap.
She was looking out for her big chance, always looking for a big expanse,
to be the light in someone’s dark, to be the dust in someone’s heart.
I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know.
No one needs to know.
I was running from my past. I was sleeping with a baseball bat.
I had one eye on the door, had always wanted to be sure
I’d recognize my other half. I was emotionally detached.
It’s not your fault I was torn in half. But you could help me bring it back.
I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know.
No one needs to know.
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3. |
Cedar Tree
01:53
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Dream the same thing every night and I wake with you by my side.
I know it’ll be alright. I see your form in the morning light.
Oh, I know that I belong to you. Bury me ‘neath the cedar tree with the furthest view.
In the wake of a hotel sign, I can’t get you off my mind.
Pacific Ocean, coastal time, reads four in the morning.
Oh, I know that I belong to you. Bury me ‘neath the cedar tree with the furthest view.
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4. |
They Don't Know You
03:55
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Tethered me to the coast, a thin black rope.
Throw it over your shoulder but you’ll never let it go… slowly drags you back home.
They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do.
Highway exit underpass. The moment you know is your last.
Look over your shoulder, with an awkward laugh, ‘I may never come back’.
They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do.
Ooh baby. Ooh baby.
Oh, nobody knows, seventeen years and you can’t crack the code.
Oh, nobody knows, sink so deep that you can’t climb out.
Ooh baby, carve your name in the wall you’ve been raising.
Ooh, baby, carve your name in your own grave.
Oh, nobody knows, seventeen years and you can’t crack the code.
Oh, nobody knows, sink so deep that you can’t climb out.
They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do.
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5. |
Little More Time
03:25
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Just a little more time, all I want from you.
A little more of your light, all I ask of you... all I ask of you.
In the middle of the night what more could you do?
You were already halfway gone yet we hardly knew.
Yet I hardly knew.
All I ask of you... all I ask of you.
I was out of my mind. I was running out of memory. If I could only hold the line.
If you cared a little more, if you could cut the cord for me. I get disconnected sometimes.
Are you fading from my mind. Are you fading from my memory.
If you cared a little more, if you could cut the cord for me. I get disconnected sometimes.
All I want from you, just a little more time... all I want from you.
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6. |
Mountain Top
02:27
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There's a pitch black parking lot, a familiar empty spot.
I ask where you've been. They just drop a pin.
Does it tear you limb from limb? Did it get beneath your skin?
You'll reveal yourself to no one else again.
They never had your back. You're going to get them back for that.
There's a cardboard backdrop. You can carve your mountain top.
I ask where you've been. They just super-impose you in.
They never had your back. You're going to get them back for that.
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7. |
Bide My Time
01:45
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Feel like murdering them all? Feel like bashing in their skulls?
Feel like getting even? ‘No, not even at all.’
I’ll bide my time,
a cloud of smoke’.
Feel like breaking all their bones?
‘Feel like getting out of here out of self-preservation alone.
I’ll bide my time, a cloud of smoke, a thin outline.
I'll bide my time’.
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8. |
Wash My Hands Away
03:27
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I will pray. I will wash my hands away.
Struck the match with fingers made of wax.
You give the slip. You wore down your wrists.
I will wait. I will wash my hands of this.
I will wait. I will wash my hands away.
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9. |
Erik
03:33
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Did you just confess to get it off your chest?
You’re just some stupid kid. It doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t do.
They tell me talk is cheap. When it’s meaningless it’s free.
Well, how much could it be? It’s pretty much just dirt you’re feeding me.
Even when it all makes sense it makes no difference.
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10. |
Recovery Cone
03:17
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I thought about my love. There’s no one that I thought more often of.
Set adrift on a small white cloud. Set it on the pile. Set it on fire.
I said it with a smile. Set it on fire.
I have opened up my eyes to the morning light.
Saw the shadow fade away. Set it on the pile. Set in on fire.
Babe’s in the bath with the lights down low,
a sling, a cast, recovery cone.
It breaks me up but you don’t know.
Gonna bail before they get home.
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11. |
Clouds
02:19
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If you thought that I was avoiding you, I was. You got clouds in your eyes.
I walk around these days twisted in so many ways. The air you breathe is dirt to me.
You got clouds in your eyes.
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12. |
Palmer
03:24
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I was unaware. I was asleep, drawn into the deep. A simple surgery, sewn into a V.
I will never forget anything, forced all I know into a small black shape, onto magnetic tape.
It’ll come around but you don’t know. Simple repetition gets you down.
I was drawn to you but you dragged it on. I always felt for you but that feelings gone.
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Dusted Canning, Nova Scotia
Brian Borcherdt aka Dusted is best known as founding member of the Polaris Prize-shortlisted electro-experimental band Holy
Fuck.
This project serves as a vehicle for more traditional songwriting, although the sound retains many of the experimental elements he’s become known for. Dusted III offers a meditation on change and rebirth that all of us can relate to at this moment.
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