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released October 18, 2012

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Track Name: Rolling In Dough
We're taking calls
We're taking requests
Broadcasting from a remote shed
Safe from the bomb threats
Locked in my control room
Nothing gets through to me but
Radio waves they go out

Put me in harm's way
I've been protected for too long

Radio waves they go out

Preventative measures
Giving me a bad back
From the weight of every ounce
Blocked calls on behalf of our sponsors
Blocked calls from long time listeners
Nothing gets through to me but
Radio waves they go out

Put me in harm's way
I've been protected for too long

We're opening up the lines between you and me
And I'll risk being inappropriate over guaranteed inactivity
Zero days accident free
Track Name: All Along
When we were young
We used to cut ourselves
At least enough to prove
That our arteries were full of blood

And when we got older
We needed to cover up
To hide the veins
That lead straight back to the heart

And the valves are filling with competition
But I've given up the ghost
That kept the heart beating
A physical heart raging in a phantom chest
Oh my body is disappearing
In everything that I never needed

And all the things that I wanted
I had forgotten
For I could only bear to lose them once
And you were right all along
Track Name: Mannequin Hands
I'm told that i’m a guest here
In this passing abode
Those these thoughts will form
The memories won’t hold

The radio is on and you’re talking always talking
Words they come to rest in pigment nests as we’re getting closer
We approach the valley and you're pushing me out of the car
Before we collide with the warning signs and you're pushing me out with

Your mannequin hands
Are the next best thing
When you keep it cool
Your blood runs cold

You fill my empty thoughts
with your small talk
Track Name: Hibachi
Hello my name is Joel
And though I've been living here for six years
We haven't been formerly introduced
Yet there's still so much that I know about you

When it's nice out you like to barbecue fish
Though it smells like you left it in the plastic
On a hot night I could leave my windows open
And let your cigarette stains brand my ceiling

I'll smile and wave on my way through to the store
He'll bag his dog when she goes on the rampage
And I'll put up with your smells and your barks
Because you put up with our sounds and our bites

When it's dark out you seem to like to go to sleep
Though we burn the midnight oil to a beat
On the right night you can feel your windows rattling
So call the police send them to Windsor and our apologies

In this summer something is changing

I met you when I was trimming the yard
You had never used a weed whacker before
So there you were in the wilds of twelfth avenue
Cutting the grass down to your size
Now we nod a little bit harder in passing
Though I learned it I was hesitant to use your name
Because when you wrote it down it spelled dung
And I wonder if my name in Vietnamese has a similar meaning

It doesn't keep me awake at night
Like a hundred watt amp pointed at your bedroom
Track Name: On Pyramids
Hey Jesse
What's that Joel?
Here we are
Where's that?
In Vancouver
That's right
Hey Barry
Oh yeah
Is this what we wanted?
Yeah why the hell not?
To dissolve in changing frequencies
To lose ourselves

How do you feel about being marginalised and conscripted
Into fighting the good fight for the rest of our lives?
Can remain humble and agree that this is important
To counter the weight of getting to higher and drier ground?

And it's getting hard to breathe
So we're crawling for a breath under burning bridges

Tune the voices soothing your youth
Smooth the strokes from the canvas
You don't want to know what you consumed
You don't want to know where it came from
You don't want to know what your meal does in its spare time
You only want to know that it make should feel good

You're expecting another brick to fall into place
With a structure that breaks with the norm
And our hearts are an anomaly that you claim to appreciate
But balk at the hand when it pours you a drink

Over the ashes above the smog
On pyramids
Track Name: Headlights
At the end of the street
At the end of the road
They're putting up parking
And they're driving us out
Where there used to be a lawn
We get withering curfews
And you're talking about homes
You start talking about ceilings

The lights are coming through

Where there used to be a sound
You can scarcely breathe a word
And we're living on through
The ringing in your ears

The lights are coming through
Coming through your windows

Where there used to be a sound
You can scarcely breathe a word
And we're living on through
The ringing in your ears

The lights are coming through
Coming through your windows
Through the half drawn shades
Dirtying up the air
The lights are coming through
Colouring in the streets
And it's safe and it's clean and it's meant to be
Meant to be a better time

Let the stains self absorb
And clean themselves out
Track Name: Excess Fat
Run away dream
Run on high kicks
Stay light of burdens
That disprove flight

I'll drift on purpose
And I'll take a trip

Keep your eyes wild
Even when the view is clear
Hidden visions
They favour spinning heads

And I'll drift on purpose
And I'll take a trip
Set a destination for something more than indifference

Aboard a ship fronted by a figurehead
A false prow followers of an unfaithful steer
Leadership surrendered in an unwanted fight
Returning warships delight in sinking prospects
The whale it takes all in a match of hands on deck
Discarding on redraws like you've been dealt as good as it gets

A head in my hands
Free from the body that it used to command
Goodbye to old hosts
They say we need to be heard
Or become nothing more than sore sights for fading eyes
Long waves left behind
Shut it out
And let your imagination fill in blank mouths
Suddenly waves come short
Suddenly I don't feel like fighting gravity

I'm swinging back into orbit
And I'm getting back to where I belong
I left here when I was young
And I return like nothing has changed
I'm swinging back into orbit
And I'm getting back to where I belong