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Empty Memory Bank
02:51
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they're all out in droves tonight
drunk drones from the idiot hive
filling aisles from back to front
a parade or an enemy gun?
an enemy gun
stocking bunkers with years of food
not likely on the same latitude
warning signs have been erased
one foot here, one foot in the grave
an empty memory bank
an empty memory bank
you never got to tell the most important part
crushed it in my hand, never had a chance
mouth ahead of brain, the curse drives me insane
what might they need to be convinced?
a lonely path and such lonely plans
it'll all work out in the end
three bells toll in a desperate land
an empty memory bank
an empty memory bank
the edge of the night moves back when we push
and words that we speak sink to the deep
bred into the bone, just as we were shown
an empty memory bank
an empty memory bank
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2. |
Carefree Chemicals
02:28
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the river sat at the end of that street
i wasn't there in the gravel pit
three lives in a rock slide that day
breaking bottles on the mile hill
hide in the woods with the weird kids
went back alone
found a skull and took it home
felt sad and tried to will it back
most of the world is just an ocean
the consequence lives in our heads
vagrants sleep outside laboratories
held hostage
hostage...
do i ever make sense to you?
do the words i say ever ring true?
polls show that the skin behind the shroud
is pink with carefree chemicals
carefree chemicals
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3. |
Close To The Exit
04:28
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make noises
because your hands don't work
because your words don't work
give me your tired hands
give me your weak words
there's no connection to the past
when she's got her neck
all twisted up again
no reflection in the glass
when she leans in
inhales your scent again
call me when you figure out
how to get that song out of your head
your entity precedes your music
i'll stumble home
i'll carry myself
you say
until i fall to the ground
we'll carry each other
there's an empty grave somewhere
waiting for me
devoid of character
like a kid without a home
like a piece of rolling stone
think about burning out
and rape and heroin
and a karmic house of cards
and a cross around your neck
sit on a stump and cry for hours
the great ones hide their natures
while charlatans fool us all
by acting like saints
scared when i enter the room
don't let them see my eyes
the blue
striking
clouded minds
sing a song with fear in its heart
not lonely enough to be approached
white ravens
black ice cream cones
this house is haunted
green eyes, yellow eyes
all eyes inside, inside
inside
the wind hooks and pulls
at your skin
hardly noticing the state you're in
you want to be connected
but you sit close to the exit
you want to be connected
but you sit close to the exit
we get together
we must ride
when we're stuck
our heads collide
swallowing the good moments
until my throat hurts
moving towards a real disaster
moving towards a real disaster
hitch up the car for this disaster
hitch up the car for this disaster
see the man in the tall black hat
he looks at me, i step back
can't even play him a real song
unless it's dumb enough
for everyone
axes, screwdrivers forced in your hands
put them down 'cause you're not violent
screaming at you till my chest hurts
till we best our worst
hardly noticing the state you're in
you want to be connected
but you sit close to the exit
you want to be connected
but you sit close to the exit
moving towards a real disaster
moving towards a real disaster
hitch up the car for this disaster
hitch up the car for this disaster
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4. |
One In The Blue
04:31
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simmer down
take your head off it's crown
sing like phantom sound
give the one you're married to
something to carry through
settle down
'cause it only gets worse
the longer you carry on
secret clouds
that you can't live on
you can't live on
props himself up
with a sigh and longing gaze
he says, "i only want you with me,"
he says, "i only want you with me."
pulls herself down
so she can look him in the eye
she says, "you won't see me gone,"
she says, "you won't see me gone."
hate the space and the city you're in
save face, save the pity you're in
your fins
hand over your sister
find another, brother
you won't even miss her
when your senses recover
hand over your sister
find another, brother
you won't even miss her
when your senses recover
millions of eyes become
one in the blue
millions of eyes become
one in the blue
rest and be kind
and be cruel
and be true
millions of eyes
making love in the blue
rest and be kind
and be cruel
and be true
and be true
he says, "your only friends
are the ones you can spend.
you're a sad wreck -
sad as an un-cashed cheque."
she says, "i only give
what i'm willing to get,
and i gave you everything
that i had left."
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5. |
In For The Kill
04:07
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boiling blood in the honest sun
our design will be the catalyst
gag the people who know better
the man outside with the whip
and crooked veins asks,
"when will your heart slow?
it rolls fast and hard as rock."
sticky circus floor
cigarette air
winds you up
like a clock
turning itself back
to lift you up
drain the leaves
of all their blood
we're in for the kill again
we're in for the kill again
on black ice
in thick smoke
first you fall
then you choke
every time
hard to read?
you're hard to lead
all the time
hard to feed?
i've got what you need
all the time
all the time...
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6. |
Laundry Room
05:05
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dead mouse rolled up in a carpet
peeling green painted walls
laundry room is the only option
when you're the neighbourhood
black swan
breathing dust and stepping on screws
aside from money we've got nothin' to lose
here's the rent, what's the problem?
here's the rent, what's the problem?
here's the rent, not a problem
here's the rent, not a problem
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
in love, in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
in love, in love
give into another disaster
hot water on your open wounds
sweatshop headset, use it as a weapon
only got money to lose
strap on an apron, be degraded
let them crawl, it's your last call
here's the rent, what's the problem?
here's the rent, what's the problem?
here's the rent, not a problem
here's the rent, not a problem
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
in love, in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
in love, in love
taking out the trash
taking in the rules
taking out the trash
taking in the rules
taking out the trash
taking in the rules
taking out the trash
taking in the rules
little boy in red on the wall
his vacant stare at the daughter
of the man who's taken over his home
of the man who's taken over his home
little boy in red on the wall
his vacant stare at the daughter
of the man who's taken over his home
of the man who's taken over his home
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
so frustrated, so in love
in love, in love
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Cursed Arrows Nova Scotia
Our music seeks to translate and transmute our love and humanity into a listenable format. We live with our son, Fox, in close proximity to the sea in South Shore Nova Scotia. We released our 7th full length record, Crone, in 2022.
Cursed Arrows recommends:
Nothing Left Unsaid
by Ryan Stanley
Ryan Stanley is one half of Cursed Arrows. His first solo album, 2003's Nothing Left Unsaid, garnered the attention of his future wife and band-mate, who sought him out after hearing the record.
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