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The Crow's Feather
02:58
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Rare as the sun on a winter's night
If I get a fright I'd just stay out of sight
Look for the girl with yellow eyes
Jet black hair, without a care
Her black feather grace falling down like snow
In a silent night, the stars bestow
There are somethings you can never see
The crow's feathers, miss me
I'll walk the desert, just to turn back
Soon as my life goes off the tracks
Never taking risks, never acting brisk
Just do the safeway all the time
We all want, a gothic girl
Until she prays to the underworld
and you're in a circle with a hundred lights
Ritual, your last rights
Her black feather grace falling down like snow
and it's better if you don't know
The secret things you can never see
The crow's feathers, miss me
Please let see your smile
Please
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2. |
Gabriel's Dropout
03:14
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Late night 92 satellite
You saw something you probably shouldn't
Loose grip feeling the fabric rip
You've become what you swear you wouldn't
Feels like everything's a lie
That is no surprise
Another pig in the sty
Another easy way
Dropout, I'm gonna be
Hiding in a cave when the shadows rave
Dropout, I'm gonna be
Buried underground where I can't be found
Early days wasting life away
Wonder how you've been shaped
Demon's grace hides a friendly face
One day it'll all break
Palms out tempting the bombs
Today it'll blow your face
Never same only new pain
Now you must tell everyone
Order should be maintained
Illusion or not
Don't break the game
and don't believe fame
Dropout, I'm gonna be
Hiding in a cave when the shadows rave
Dropout, I'm gonna be
Buried underground where I can't be found
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3. |
Backyard
02:52
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Home for a long time, I see the sun shine
Over the cold shield corn fields
It can't stay for long, nothing's forever
I'm thinking how this can be better
Lives change, I guess that's so
I might be different, I don't really know
I only want the basics
I live in constant stasis
It doesn't matter what it is we have
We just want what we can't grab
Maybe I'll get there, maybe I don't care
Lie to myself, get nowhere
Lives change, I guess that's so
I might be different, I don't really know
I only want the basics
I live in constant stasis
This face says something, that I can't see
I'd like to know what you think of me
Am I in the thoughts of anybody ever
Surely the answer ain't never
Lives change, I guess that's so
I might be different, I don't really know
Looking out my backyard
Looking out my backyard
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4. |
Laelaps Infinite
02:17
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Eh there Lily, why don't you be my little demon?
Together we're like Omega Supreme and
We can have the power to inflict loneliness
On any bystander wishing for this
Be my Target Master
Let's aim directly for the stars
Those fading lights in the sky
Watch as a good thing dies
Eh there Lily, if you like a bad boy
I'm bad at keeping in tune with a song
Always be remembering to do your taxes
Pay your bills and attend your classes
Natural order is the only way
Demon outside, but good everyday
A ‘lil evil always in the mix of grey
But we can be better, blow ‘em all away
Be my Target Master
Let's aim directly for the stars
Those fading lights in the sky
Watch as a good thing dies
Lailaps, Infinite
You’re my Little Demon and I’m gonna see you beaming
Lailaps, Infinite
Screaming at life ‘till your believin’
Lailaps, Infinite
You’re my Little Demon don’t need a reason
Lailaps, Infinite
Screaming at life, ‘till your believin’
Lailaps, Infinite
You’re my Little Demon and I’m gonna see you beaming
Lailaps, Infinite
Screaming at life ‘till your believin’
Eh there Lily, we can be something to believe in
We don’t need to fear a basement demon
Together we can find a Promised Land
Promised to ourselves because we took a stand
I don’t buy into nihilistic junk
No New Age, Postmodern, nonsense funk
I believe in Kanttila
‘till that isn’t good enough
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5. |
Matador!
03:09
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Oh no, I've opened the door
I'm not ready, for what's in store
I might, let someone on my grounds
Or I'll, just shoot somebody down
You know you know you know
I complain endlessly
You know you know you know
I self analyze tirelessly
Matador! Matador!
Matador! Matador!
What do I do!
What do I do!
Matador! Matador!
Well I, shouldn't have a fear
But you, never know what's out here
Safer just to stay inside
Beneath the black sheets I hide
You know you know you know
I complain endlessly
You know you know you know
I self analyse tirelessly
Matador! Matador!
Matador! Matador!
You won't break down the door!
You can't break down the door!
Matador! Matador!
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6. |
B-Squad
04:25
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Maybe I flew so many miles to meet ya'll
Stayed at your house and played your guitar
Pet the pup, soaked it up
Had a great time with the all the lads
Wouldn't you be glad to know, you're on the B-List
Maybe you helped me realize a thing or two
About the myself and the world I never knew
You know my brain was a million miles away
But I'm still thinking how everything felt okay
Wouldn't you be glad to know, you're on the B-List
Categories for everything, categories for you
With the flick of my wrist, you're...the B-List
Maybe you showed me what I didn't know
The value of friends never grown
Wonder of land and table tops
I was ready to forget you lot
Well guys all along, you where the B-List
That fine day I learnt a lesson
You morons are all my blessing
In some twisted weird kind of way sure
I mean it's better than nothing, sure
Well guys all along, you where the B-List
Categories for everything, categories for you
With the flick of my wrist, you're...the B-List
Maybe you mean a lot
A connection we never got
We may have come somewhat close
'till I became a ghost, boo
A stands for absolute
I know my roots
B stands for Billiam
'cuz you're worth a million
You are, you're my B-Listers
You are, you're my B-Listers
You are, you're my B-Listers
Ya, ya, ya, ya!
It's better than nothing
and it doesn't mean not nothing!
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7. |
Zero Singing Doves
03:25
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I'm looking for something, you know
Looking for something, beautiful
Looking for something, unclear
Fog fills the atmosphere
Her old book, on the beach
In the old park, where the French
Traded fur, made beaver hats
Phantoms of a million chats
There are zero singing doves
On the winding trees above
Sheets of Canadan Sanomat
Lay on the ground as my world goes flat
I’m looking around, no one
Looking around, no sun
Hear nothing, but me
The breeze hits feathery
Walking along, as the breeze
Dies down, seconds freeze
Bread crumbs, remain
But the birds ain't on this plain
I want to find her
I want to know if she does exist
I want to find her
Another chance I've missed
There are zero singing doves
On the winding trees above
Air like Turun Sinappi
In the skies that pity me
I want to find her
I want to know if she does exist
I want to find her
Another chance I've missed
Zero singing doves
On the winding trees above
Zero singing doves
Singing songs of love
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8. |
Stride
02:56
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I ain't got everything I need
and I still got desires to feed
I know it's what keeps my eyes ahead
and what makes me jump outta bed
So if you have got a reason, hold on
Something to keep you dreamin', hold on
You don't have to fall to the pits
You can make life better than this
So things move faster than I do
The sun sets soon as I get a clue
Impossible to live without regret
But sooner than later we'll forget
So if you have got a reason, hold on
Something to keep you dreamin', hold on
You don't have to fall to the pits
You can make life better than this
And if you have got a reason, hold on
Something to keep you dreaming
And if you have got a reason, hold on
Something to keep you dreaming
I wanna be better than I am
and I wanna get where I should be
One day I'll wake up and see
The universe has all but passed me, HUH!
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9. |
Calamity Me
03:47
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As you open your eyes it's apparent
This ain't home, and all you've got you're wearing it
Galloping hooves run the station line
On the journey for something to find
And my life runs on the tracks
And I wonder how to get back
As the cities fade to black
Oh, is that so, I'm gone, as we ride along
Fields, I can see, but not be, as they pass us by
A handkerchief bandit sneaks from the ceiling
Muffled she asks, how you're feeling
"My gut is burning and my head is reeling,
and this situation I'm hardly believin'"
And my life runs on the tracks
So I wonder how to get back
As the cities fade to black
Moonshine Maiden working overtime
Polishing her six shot like a brand new dime
A dame crushing train that will never stop
Until you dive and give chance a drop
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10. |
Jingo Girl
04:10
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Smokes big cigars, balls in casino bars
Watch out for JFK, he’ll blow your island away
A Canadian lady, her snapback smooth as gravy
What’s she doing in Havana, dropping bombs like Santa
To Fidel in the corner, plotting his dairy cow order
Trudeau’s wife flies in, that’s when the theories begin
She’s a Rough Rider girl, give that revolver a twirl
The dead hand of Spain, last possessions to remain
From Queen Isabella, going Belgian on Stella
A drunk Queen in the court, run to the airport
Going to fry up the States, the Rough Riders await
The decoy explodes, as the plane hits the road
The Trade Federation, plots her assassination
It’s the Jango girl, in that Kamino swirl
Don’t move Jedi, I’ll shoot you’ll bet I
Might lose my head when my gauges go red
The banana lightsaber man, fights a goblin and then
Speeds into space before he gets defaced
Back in Cuba, I hope you practiced scuba
She hides in Castro’s tub as he gives himself a scrub
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Kurtis Kanttila
The Rock 'n Roll stylings of instinct.
Guitarist, drummer, bassist, songwriter and singer.
Kurtis Kanttila recommends:
Decomposed Works
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A pickle of an album man.
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Sonic Adventure 2 Greatest Hits Revisited
by Sonic4ever
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