1. |
The Thames
05:07
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Oh well I, I see crowns
and I, I see bones,
floating down the rusty canal.
And I dream, I open my eyes.
Im swimming between yellow houses.
All the swimmers, are in synch to me,
diving down, their suits made of keys.
They take me in tunnels, under the cities,
breathing softly, advice to me.
Well I cant go on like this,
all these places, I’ve been before.
No I cant go on like this,
all these people, I’ve met before,
I’ve seen before.
Finding all, the broken tea cups,
floating somewhere,
somewhere between,
yellow houses and underground streams.
Well they cant identify me.
No they cant identify me,
No they cant identify me.
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2. |
Goodbye Ohio
02:35
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Im sick of buy-ones get-ones free
and hearing cicadas in the trees,
billboard signs telling me,
that Jesus is coming pretty soon.
I guess were leaving here today.
Driving your overweight car,
across the Mississippi,
to the grandiose canyons of the west.
Ohio take a piece of me
and throw it somewhere in the middle of the midwest
its the middle of the world.
We’ve packed up all of your things,
your books too many socks and your shoes.
You say that driving makes you free,
I say its funny how i kind of agree.
Were trying out new roads and new colours of clothes
but we still cant seem to make the change.
And all the rhythms of the rhythms of the rivers
makes me sleepy, makes me wanna weep.
Well goodbye Ohio
you’re taking up all the room in the backseat of the car.
You say that driving makes you free,
I say its funny how I kind of agree.
Were trying out new roads and new colours of clothes
but we still cant seem to make the change.
And all the rhythms of the rhythms of the rivers
makes me sleepy, makes me wanna weep.
Well goodbye Ohio,
you’re taking up, taking off, taking me.
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3. |
Cost of a Lifetime
03:10
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I write you letters that will never get sent,
and nihilism never seemed so grand,
when you realize that this whole life is just,
another record getting played over again.
This dizziness that sends me into spells,
and Ill never recover like the pieces of broken shells.
And every time that another story is told,
I realize that Im one step closer to home.
I never remember all the things that I sing about,
the words get lost in a section of myself.
Rhyming pairs and couplets drown in my mouth,
With all these words and yet there’s nothing left to sing about.
Oh its the cost of a lifetime.
God only knows you cant put a price on a lifetime.
God only knows you cant put a price on a lifetime.
Now every part of the stories been told.
Just wanna know what happens,
when we all grow old.
Now Im walking backwards just to cover up all of my sins.
And Im plugging my nose underwater cause Im just not ready to give in.
Oh its the cost of a lifetime.
God only knows you cant put a price on a lifetime.
God only knows you cant put a price on a lifetime.
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4. |
November
02:43
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Its been a long lonely day.
Watch out my window wait for the seasons to change.
Its not gonna happen not today.
I count the tiles on my floor,
One thousand and one but I swear there’s more.
Oh go to bed and wait for sleep.
When all that every changes is just the date.
I think there’s more to this life.
Stars on our ceiling glow at night.
We’ve got to enjoy them while they last.
One day they’ll just be burnt out fireworks.
Ill just go down to the shore.
With regrets of everything I should have known.
Count all the stars that I cannot see,
ones hidden in the folds of the galaxy.
Ones folded into the galaxy.
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5. |
Front Porch
04:02
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Strum over fields and climbing old trees,
well you’re crying in the rain cant tell the difference anyway.
Its the old, in your young, you’ve got so many senses I cant figure you out.
Its the sun, in your rain, you’ve got so many messages blurting on out.
So we sit on the bench seats and stare at the storm,
as the car lights they blink, yeah they blink off and on.
When you’re young life’s so slow,
but the older you get the more it speeds up.
When you’re young, life’s so slow,
but the older you get the more it speeds up.
Oh well soon, you’ll go home,
and that old falling feeling with come rising back
and you know life’s so fast,
but you have the courage to make it last.
Its like sand, in your hand,
oh you try to hold on but it keeps slipping through
and you know, life’s like that,
oh but you have the courage I know you do.
So well sit on the front porch with grass in our teeth
and well talk about all of our different beliefs.
Well go on like that,
oh but someone will teach us how to chew the fat.
Yeah, well go, on like that,
oh but someone will teach us how to chew and laugh.
I know, they will, I know, they will.
Oh boy someday well learn how to mend,
I know, we will, I know we will.
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6. |
The Badlands
05:14
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You’ve burnt out the bulb,
trying to find the perfect way home.
And you cross, every bridge,
etching your name into the wood.
Oh no, why don’t you take it in stride, yeah,
maybe like I do and then well be a little more perfect.
Oh no, why don’t you take it in stride, yeah,
maybe like I do and then well be a little more steady.
So you float to the moon
and it splits you in two,
well you’re better off anyway.
So you float to the moon
and it splits you in two,
well you’re better off anyway.
Oh no, its all wrong,
you’re trying to follow the seamless moonlight
into the crowd.
And you float, drift like the clouds,
into the stars and I don’t know the one you stand in for.
So close your eyes and wait for the sun,
and the earth it yawns and we both collapse into its hole.
So close your eyes and wait for the sun,
and the earth it yawns and we both collapse into its hole.
So open your eyes and wait for the sun,
and the earth it swallows us whole and we wont make it home.
So open your eyes and wait for the sun,
and the earth it swallows us whole and we wont make it home.
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7. |
Anyway
05:01
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You, doing too much cocaine.
its not your kind of drug, anyway.
And I’ve been counting on,
a new religion for so long.
Because I don’t intend,
do be here stuck in, this sinking sand.
Its funny, the more you fight,
the deeper you sink and so you try.
But the more you know, the less you care.
Anyway.
Crawling, over the bed, to where you’re sleeping,
pillow over your head.
And Im trying to be quiet
and not to wake you up,
in all of this silence.
You never tried to help me,
to take my hand and keep me from sinking.
I guess its best, Id probably just pull you in too.
Well you’re still, high on cocaine
and Im still searching,
for a better way.
So just leave and take your things.
Its not worth it, were to different.
Leave me, here to sink,
and Ill leave you to, all of your things.
Cause you’re not for me, and Im not for you,
Anyway.
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8. |
Willow Tree
06:21
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You’ve got some nerves now don’t you boy.
You took your pick up truck and your old 22.
You threw the body in the swamp,
now you’re just looking for a way to get yourself back down south.
Your poor ‘ol daddys’ got you good.
he’s waiting for you underneath the branches of the willow wood.
Oh boy now he is walking back and forth again,
just waiting for you to make your goddamn way back home,
just waiting for you to make your goddamn way back home.
Oh boy, now you’ve got the blues,
well when you kill somebody you’ve got to kill yourself too.
Oh otherwise your just looking for a reason to be underground
and boy the whole town is looking for a way to shoot you down.
oh boy the whole town is looking for a way to shoot you down.
All I can think of it myself.
My poor ‘ol weeping willow self.
Boy you say, oh all I can think of is myself.
My poor ‘ol weeping willow self.
Those burdens don’t throw themselves away,
and at the bottom of the ocean tell me would you pray?
Oh would you push yourself right on up to the top,
or would you drop down to the lowest, deepest, darkest, bluest drop.
Somebody has got to take the blame,
and its not me, not you, not your poor pop, not the willow tree.
No its not me, not you, not your poor pop not the willow tree.
No its not me, not you, not your poor pop not the willow tree.
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9. |
Deep Sleep
04:12
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In too deep, no time for sleep.
Go on home, Ill dream alone, again.
All I want, is a place to rest.
All I get is nowhere instead, again.
Confidence comes in knowing yourself.
Confidence fails in abusing someone else.
All I want, is a place to rest.
All I get are these dreams instead, again.
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10. |
Flying off the Surface
03:50
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I wish, there was somehow,
we could get ourselves out of this place.
All we need is a suitcase,
eight dollars and a bottle of champagne.
And the world keeps on spinning,
like it has for always.
all the people spin with it,
‘cept for me Im flying off of the surface.
‘Cept for me Im drifting off into space.
You’ve got the hands of an artist,
but the art will never take us, anywhere.
So you suffer lightly,
just waiting for a bus or plane or train.
And the world keeps on spinning
like it has for always,
all the people spin with it,
‘cept for me I’m flying off of the surface,
‘cept for me Im drifting off into space.
So we fill up the overhead compartments,
with things we think we need, but really don’t .
And well count the hours, days, minutes, seconds
till were there.
And the world keeps on spinning
like its out of control,
all the people spin with it,
‘cept for me I’m flying off of the surface,
‘cept for me Im drifting off into space.
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11. |
After Effects
04:03
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Wrestling with yourself,
if you win, you better know how to lose well.
Break up the band,
if you wreck it, you better know how to fix it.
Oh you listen well,
its a trait you learned from your mother.
If you climb the stairs to my place,
all you’ll find is an empty apartment.
Cold on your fathers side,
oh didn’t you ask me why.
Well shine sparkle like little stones,
under the creek where well grow old.
Oh, and the worst of it all,
nothing really falls, without being pushed.
So you stand so dangerously close to the edge,
just waiting for the after effects.
So you suffer well,
its a trait, you learned from your lovers.
Oh forget what I said,
we cant do this forever.
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12. |
Strangers' Lives
03:22
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We could never seem to get it right.
Married too young and now we just fight.
And ten years later were just strangers lives,
living side by side.
So we took a trip on a whim,
trying to save our relationship from caving in.
But all the sun that shines in southern Spain,
cant stop the rain,
in London.
We pace up and down the shore.
Back at the hotel room you’re just a snoring.
At four o’clock I wake up, and you’re gone.
Back on the first flight back to London,
back in the same direction where you’re from.
If all we ever had was making love,
its not enough, no babe its not enough.
Im not that tough, no babe, not that tough.
I just need more, or just something more.
Back at home the apartments emptied out,
feels like my first breath without a shout.
But still these tears are streaming down my face,
you’re supposed to be here in this place.
Oh Ill just wait until you come back home.
Its just not fair, no babe its just not fair.
You never did care, no you never did care.
If its for the best, if its for the best,
then no looking back, right no looking back.
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JindaLee Toronto, Ontario
JindaLee is a Berlin based singer/songwriter. She released her fourth full length album, Vela in 2019.
Born and raised in
rural Alberta, Canada. She has lived in Europe, Montreal and Japan before moving to Toronto where she met the band she played with for over five years. She began a solo electronic project in Berlin. JindaLee has toured extensively in North America, Europe, and Japan.
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