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Man On A Wire
03:03
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Here I go again staring down the barrel
As your taillights commit me to memory
How did I end up screaming hell to heaven
With the echoes of my feet my only company
I've been chasing a lost highway
Smoke in my lungs and my heart's pumping lead
Lift my sights and I can't seem to see
Anyone waiting in the wings for me
Sinking into me is the sting of familiarity
And I miss you all the time
I can tell if the things that come to me
Are parts of my dreams or my memories
But I'm getting old, I'm so tired
I feel like a man on a wire
Sinking into me is the sting of familiarity
And I miss you all the time
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Revival
03:31
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The revival stands with her arms outstretched
In the wreckage of the dreams I left
Dressed in twilight, calling my name
Her fading light feels like a tidal wave
Heaven help me I'm so lost
And nothing's ever as good as it was
I don't think I'll ever wake up
And the revival won't save us
Spending cigarettes, retracing my steps
And it feels like time has found it's edge
The fields ablaze, there's a match in my hands
The tide has pulled me as far as it can
Heaven help me I'm so lost
And nothing's ever as good as it was
I don't think I'll ever wake up
And the revival won't save us
Through the echos of a former life
Time has left with what used to be mine
Out of sight, holding on tight
Why am I so afraid of letting go
Heaven help me I'm so lost
And nothing's ever as good as it was
I don't think I'll ever wake up
And the revival won't save us
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Martyrdom
04:08
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Driftwood lining the banks of the shore
As I return to where I've been before
Passenger to the beat of a melody
Fading in and out inside of me
Don't remember how I got here
Faces I recognize disappear
What I owe and what is mine
Avenues of time been blurring the line
I can't sleep I can't seem to wake
Fingers trembling and my heart aches
Am I the effigy crowning the fire?
Going up like a funeral pyre
I've become a martyr to the ones who don't love me
I've become a martyr to the ones who don't love me
False dawn after false dawn
And a new day is never born
Nothing's hidden there's no reveal
I feel hollow, like nothing's real
I can't sleep I can't seem to wake
Fingers trembling and my heart aches
Am I the effigy crowning the fire?
Going up like a funeral pyre
I've become a martyr to the ones who don't love me
I've become a martyr to the ones who don't love me
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Gun Shy
03:37
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Walk around the outskirts of town
Looking for the pieces of my old crown
And these pictures and memories
Keep calling back to me
Coming on with something to prove
I've got nothing left to lose
But I'm gun shy, tired eyes
Folding under a neon sky
From my tracks I hear the sound of
Of something lost that can be found
But I'm talking in my sleep as it
Echoes through me
Up all night shaking hands with the devil
Come the morning light, the dust don't settle
Eyes wide bleeding fear
Hell's bells are ring in my ears
Moving through these old wounds
Still stings like a new bruise
I'm shaking down, shaking numb
Waiting for a change to come
Maybe this is all that's left
I'm still tracing yesterday's steps
I'm waiting for the levee to break
And wash me away
Up all night shaking hands with the devil
Come the morning light, the dust don't settle
Eyes wide bleeding fear
Hell's bells are ring in my ears
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Black Thumb
03:27
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There's a voice calling me outside as high beams breaking across the blinds
I am tracing these fine lines, escaping my eyes
Static's breathing through me, I feel the pull of this turning machine
Everyday it's feeding on me and I can't sew up the gaps it leaves
Waking up here alone, feeling like the bird has flown
Out here nothing seems to grown and everything I own I owe
Sick as dog with two black thumbs, turning the soil under a copper sun
To halves of this zero sum, dividing up coming back as one
These dreams, holding me under lock and key
Turn up the dark set fire to the night, I'm pushing these images out sight
I can't forget what I left behind and I don't know what I'm hoping to find
Out on a limb and come what may I'm chasing tomorrow on feet of clay
But keeps falling further and further away
Waking up here alone, feeling like the bird has flown
Out here nothing seems to grown and everything I own I owe
Sick as dog with two black thumbs, turning the soil under a copper sun
To halves of this zero sum, dividing up coming back as one
These dreams, holding me under lock and key
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Gutshot
03:42
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Two hearts beating, through the dead of the night
I set my sights on the skyline
Silver tongue caught in her eye
I'm losing track of the world as it's slipping by
Stand and deliver what you owe to me
Fighting tooth and nail and nothing comes free
I surrender to you
I surrender to you
The road's falling away into the great below
It takes my hand and drags me in tow
Gut shot deep in the throes
She comes for me when I've got nowhere to go
Stand and deliver what you owe to me
Fighting tooth and nail and nothing comes free
I surrender to you
The way out is through
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Branch Creaks
03:29
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Moon lights breaking down through the trees
Combing the leaves shaking the whispers free
Over the Breeze they come calling to me
Peeling the rust from my eyes so I can see
Hold me down and drown me in the rolling tide
Lead me to the light and watch me burn bright
Tie me up and leave for the wolves in the night
And I've got nowhere left to hide
Night comes bleeding down through the streets
The hurt in my chest echoing my heartbeat
I step into sight with salt on my feet
Starlight in my eyes and I can hardly see
Hold me down and drown me in the rolling tide
Lead me to the light and watch me burn bright
Tie me up and leave for the wolves in the night
And I've got nowhere left to hide
Waking up with the heavens pressing on my chest
Night screaming hell don't give no rest
And my glass jaw's been talking to me
And I can hear the branch creak
Hold me down and drown me in the rolling tide
Lead me to the light and watch me burn bright
Tie me up and leave for the wolves in the night
And I've got nowhere left to hide
Waking up with the heavens pressing on my chest
Night screaming hell don't give no rest
And my glass jaw's been talking to me
And I can hear the branch creak
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8. |
Whispers on the Wire
04:06
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High overhead the sky draws breath I see it bend and pull at it's edge
I'm losing my feet as the light retreats
Salt on the earth and bridges burned on my tracks when I turn
I'm digging through the fiction eating my mind
The ghosts of myself are talking to me they echo back like phantom memories
I've eating my tongue, I've been waiting so long
There are whispers running over the wire, I'm caught out here deep in the briars
The brights of the city are burning my sights I feel like a lost satellite
I've given everything, I've got no more,
I want to know who I am and what I'm for
I feel like there's an ocean sleeping in me
I feel like there's an ocean sleeping in me
The sand under my feet is pulled away as the light chases a new day
All these feelings still remains
There are whispers running over the wire, I'm caught out here deep in the briars
The brights of the city are burning my sights I feel like a lost satellite
What do you want from me, what do you need?
There's this hunger that I can't feed
I feel like there's a black hole swallowing me
I feel like there's a black hole swallowing me
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Silvertone
03:41
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Stepping out in Silvertone, lost my feet to the undertow
The lights leaving, I can't see, I'm grasping at muscle memory.
But nothing's where it used to be
Kerosene kissing my tongue, night eaten what`s left of the sun
Glassy-eyed moonshine, I'm fighting the rising tide
And breaths spilling out in front of me
I can see death on the vine, I feel the briars moving up my spine.
I taste poison on her lips, I close my eyes and in comes the fix.
I'm lost out in the spaces between.
Look at all the sweethearts with places to be
The meters running out no ones waiting on me
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10. |
Bring it on Home
03:35
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Out goes my breath, down goes the pain
I don't know why but they both taste the same
I'm licking my wounds and waiting for you
Into the void, out in exile
I count my days as they leave single file
Watch them bleed the sky
Down on my knees, coming up empty
I wonder if I'm lost because I choose to be
Time keeps rolling on
Down in the valley, out on the land
Hurt comes to me with her sleight of hand
Watches me dig myself deeper
Sun's getting low, tides getting high
I can't shake the loneliness eating my mind
Nothing touches me
I'm lost in the dream, I can't get free
I can't shake the heartache eating through me
Down on my knees, coming up empty
I wonder if I'm lost because I choose to be
Bring it on home to me
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11. |
Half Light
04:39
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The sky hangs like a tarp over me
Bleeding rain, while I sleep
Through the holes the stars leave
The night air has been talking to me
I'm picking up the pieces, pulling on the line
There's all this broken fiction in my mind
The paint's peeling at the edge of the sky
Memories coming back in the wash of time
Am I out here on my own
Chasing shadows of the people I've known
Don't leave me in the half light
Days coming on like breaths leaving me
Stretching out to places I can't see
I'm waking up with all this empty
And I can't seem to fix what's broken in me
Out here in a ghost town
I'm hoping yesterday's going to come back around
Don't leave me in the half light
(Am I out here on my own
Chasing shadows of the people I've know)
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David Backshell Toronto, Ontario
Born in Montreal, raised in England, settled for Toronto, David Backshell is a machine that turns coffee, cigarettes and long nights into songs. Distilling struggle, debts, a lost home, nameless faces, he constructs delicate songs that stretch beyond the confines of conventional pop. ... more
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