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Crutches
01:48
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The one thing I've never understood
Is how to make friends and if I even should
Try to make connections with the folks outside of my home
'K I lied I don't really know how to do much
But sit in my room
And rely on a crutch
Like the TV and coffee and the video games that distract me
The one thing I don't know how to do
Is put old thoughts together to create something new
Something kinda charming that'll make you understand how I feel
'K Ilied there's not really any skills that I have
Except for maybe one
But it's kinda sad
Deluding myself into thinking I've done something good
So I'll fake it 'til I make it
I'll fake it 'til I make it now
I'll fake it 'til I make it
I'll fake it 'til I make it or until I break down
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Great Pines
02:25
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Words were hard but they got harder
All my friends have songs about growing up
And Winter Weather
Getting older's always been easier
Than keeping form freezing
Christmas lights used to be warmer
Until yours were torn down and packed up tight
There's a silence inside of my home
It lives in the floorboards won't leave me alone
There's a coldness that runs down my spine
When you ask me how I'm doing and I say
No, It's Fine
All thee lonely nights in December
Stretching out their cramped and frozen limbs in new positions
Across the new year
It's been so long I can't even remember
The rumble in my throat the night I had to go
Go Go
Go home I got something to whine about
Solitary soapbox of a living room
Latenight snacks beat morning alarms
In a staring contest
I can't write anything anymore
There's nothing new to tell you
All the times I've been here before
Were broken down and stuck together
Back to this well again
Wrapped in a cardigan
Of a selfish sense of selflessness
Tied too tight to breathe
Oxygens a luxury
A dreamy synth-pop fantasy
If I'm too drunk to taste it I would want to oh
Know know
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Tiny Yellow Kitchen
02:50
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Will you meet me in December of last year
Before you started getting cold and I still knew
How to talk to you
Without making
Without making you cry
You fell asleep in the kitchen
That we painted with good intentions
And good humour good night
For the last time last night
I fell asleep in the kitchen
But I knew that wasn't what you wanted to do
So I went back last summer and stole the keys from your mother
And I drove up the east coast
Until i met the sea and I left you
Under the Spruce Tree
Will you meet me in December of last year
Before you started getting cold and I still knew
How to talk to you
Without making
Will you meet me in December
Of six years ago
Before the fever started and I had to let you go
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No, It's Fine. Halifax, Nova Scotia
Award winning Post-Emo-Pop-Revival. Pretty much exactly the kind of music you would expect a Nova Scotian who visited Philadelphia once and then never stopped talking about it to make.
(sad songs played loudly)
No, It's Fine. recommends:
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by milk moustache
If you asked me to make a band out of a handful of my favourite people from Halifax that band would look and smell a lot like Milk Moustache
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by Alaska D'Alifax
Alaska is one of my absolute favourite songwriters and this lil' guy of an album shows her off so well. It's rockin' it's jazzin' and the arrangement of Vancouver is one my top favourite songs.
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Because I need to prove that I have super talented friends on both coasts. Dead Things Part II? Seriously amazing.
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Excellent emo with a noise pop twist from a new Cambridge label.
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Another perfect release from contemporary emo powerhouse Run for Cover records.
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