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From playing with drumsticks and headphones in the den
To messing around with some gear that I bought from my best friend
And every other little single memory buried in my mind
I still recall the
Times well wasted hanging out in the basement
Beating on snares and being violent to Zildjans and Sabians
I found an outlet inside of me and I nurtured it silently
Playing four chords, staying up ‘til 3 in the morning, recording
Making beats with my feet and I’m still adjusting the levels
Taking my time on this project cause I’m not willing to settle
I have this vision, of something frail, of something honest
And I got it tied in a knot made out of ink as a promise
Late nights, dimmed lights, don’t mean anything to me
Anything to me, ‘til the morning after
New heights, stage lights won’t mean anything to me
Anything to me, ‘til the morning after
Kick me for every word I wrote
For melodies that never left my throat
We’re going nowhere, please take me anywhere
This time I’m taking my chances
Building on old dreams and making enhancements
Design my own religion and I’ll preach to those who listen
Igniting the spark, dedicate myself to the art
Calling sick into work for a chance to open for Heart
Then The Arriven had risen, this ship was ready to sail
Two local kids making so much heat, we were burning the bales
Looking back at it now and I wish I had more direction
Learning my lessons with introspections of fear and rejections
So please excuse me for rambling this is my debut production
And it seems only fitting that I’m calling this my introduction
Late nights, dimmed lights, don’t mean anything to me
Anything to me, ‘til the morning after
New heights, stage lights won’t mean anything to me
Anything to me, ‘til the morning after
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Too High
04:20
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I can feel it now
I can almost taste it in my mouth
Staring off into the crowd
Invisible as it may be
Still feels the same to me
And in that moment I’m a devotee
I never needed any other single reason other than for myself
Sometimes I’ll make a beat with my machines
And I’ll just play it back and listen
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to
So if you’re feeling how I’m feeling then let’s ride it together
Artistry with good company doesn’t get any better
I could never quit, I can’t seem to get enough
It just gets me too high to give it up
Late nights, putting myself on the grind
Five hours earlier it was a quarter to nine
I’m only finding more questions from inspiration I find
How’d they come up with those chords?
How’d he come up with that line?
Wish that I was that clever
Record just for pleasure
Damn it, give me one more take cause I know that I can do better
As I play through the measures
I can feel it course through my veins
Strumming away on a guitar with my blood-soaked stains
I could never quit, I can’t seem to get enough
It just gets me too high to give it up
I never needed any other single reason other than for myself
Sometimes I’ll make a beat with my machines
And I’ll just play it back and listen
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to
So if you’re feeling how I’m feeling then let’s ride it together
Artistry with good company doesn’t get any better
I could never quit, I can’t seem to get enough
It just gets me too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to give it up
Too high, I’m too high to
So if you’re feeling how I’m feeling then let’s ride it together
Artistry with good company doesn’t get any better
I could never quit, I can’t seem to get enough
It just gets me too high to give it up
It just gets me too high to give it up
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Can't Help It
03:46
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I started sinking in a cloud of haze and sang a song
This little feeling in my chest
The sting it starts to burn
I never thought it’d make me sad
Or that I’d even care
I find it hard just to exist
Can’t help it
Can’t help it
I started sinking in a cloud of haze and sang a song
Just like we did when I was back
We’d laugh, we’d let it burn
So take me back into this past
When I was unaware
It’s getting harder to admit
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
It gets so hard to breathe
Take me away from this
Thought it would bring me peace
But it still makes me sick
I don’t know how to feel
Am I over it?
Can’t wait to leave this place
But it’s the people you miss
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I wrote this thinking about your summer days while I am gone
This little feeling in my chest
The sting it starts to burn
I never thought it’d make me sad
Or that I’d even care
But, I find it hard just to exist
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
It gets so hard to breathe
Take me away from this
Thought it would bring me peace
But it still makes me sick
I don’t know how to feel
Am I over it?
Can’t wait to leave this place
But it’s the people you miss
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
Ooh
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Little Black Box
04:14
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I wake up in the morning and leave your side
I have this feeling that I just can’t seem to hide, so in love
I’m kind of nervous to show my affection
So if you don’t mind I’d like to ask you some questions
Might only take a second
Would you stay or would you go
If you say I love you and I answer with “I know”
Would your heart be broken?
Please tell me, please tell me would you even care
If my looks fade and I lose all my hair?
Would you still be there?
My heart is pounding in my chest
Reach for a box from beneath my bed
My leg is shaking, I’m such a mess
I’ve one last question and I hope you yes
Would you mind if we lie right here
Say those three words that you know I want to hear
So in love
And if you cry you can lie on my shoulder
Drunk off your lips I never want to be sober
This is love
I promise to be there and to be kind
And never make you have to ask a hundred times
If it’ll make you mine
And please tell me cause I’m up in a panic
Tell me that my love isn’t as bad as my magic
‘Cause that would end up tragic
My heart is pounding in my chest
Reach for a box from beneath my bed
Leg is shaking, I’m such a mess
One last question and I hope you yes
Would you mind if we lie right here
Say those three words that you know I want to hear
So in love
And if you cry you can lie on my shoulder
Drunk off your lips I never want to be sober
This is love
And when I’m old and grey, more forgetful than I was before
I might forget the colour of my own eyes but I’ll remember yours
Yeah I promise I’ll remember yours
Ooh
In the times where it seems I don’t care enough
We’re at our worst and when push comes to shove
So in love
Would you mind if we lie right here
Those three words are like music to my ears
So in love
And if you cry you can lie on my shoulder
Drunk off your lips I never want to be sober
This is love
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Scared
04:47
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I swear then that, that’s it after this
I don’t think that I can grow in this place anymore
It’s only made me feel so busted
Too many times soaring high just to land on the floor
Contemplating and all I want to do is this
Oh all I want to do is this
Pack my shit up and leave, let it cut like a knife
Steady myself for this wild life
Looks like there’s nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide
I’m feeling panicked and all I want to do is this
Oh all I want to do is this
Oh woah oh - what if I’m not cut out for this?
Oh woah oh - you better cut it out, kid
I - I’ve been holding on to something for so long
I’ve been searching for something that should be long and gone
For every time it helped me pick my feet up off the ground
It seems to always find a way to bring me down, down, down
To the ceiling I’ll be screaming out
I put these thoughts in a box and I pray that I should
Explain it better than I ever could
Hold on to something cause I can’t stand anymore
It’s got me shaking yet all I want to do is this
Oh all I want to do is this
Oh woah oh - what if I’m not cut out for this?
Oh woah oh - you better cut it out, kid
I - I’ve been holding on to something for so long
I’ve been searching for something that should be long and gone
For every time it helped me pick my feet up off the ground
It seems to always find a way to bring me down, down, down
But the ceiling I’ll be screaming out
And I’ve seen this all before
When faith comes knocking at your door
Taking less but wanting more
What if I’m not cut out for this?
Will you cut it out, kid?
I don’t’ think that I can grow in this place anymore
It’s only made me feel so busted
Too many times soaring high just to land on the floor
Contemplating and all I want to do is this
All I want to do is this (What are you scared of?)
I’ve been holding on to something for so long (Are you scared of)
All I want to do is this (What are you scared of?)
I’ve been searching for something that should be long and gone (Are you scared of)
All I want to do is this (What are you scared of?)
For every time it helped me pick my feet up off the ground (Are you scared of)
All I want to do is this (What are you scared of?)
It seemed to always find a way to bring me down, down, down (Are you scared of?)
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Duquette Records Toronto, Ontario
Independent Canadian Record Label representing acts such as coll:de, Ashglen, The Arriven, and Body Doubles.
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