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Destroyer
Destroyer


Информация
Откуда Vancouver, BC, Canada
Жанры Chamber Pop
Indie Rock
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы Merge Records
См. также Swan Lake
The New Pornographers
Hello, Blue Roses
Bonaparte
Состав
Dan Bejar



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Ideas for Songs (1997)
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After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
But not really at war with itself
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough

After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
Its figures laid flat on the shelf
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough

It's only fair to duly note
Demoted, two ranks slashed, for your fatness
Was far-ranging from gold to not so gold
Sealing those secrets, down goes another mouth
A better cause there never was, a better cause
There never was
For a giant among smaller giants

Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to

Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to

Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to

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Our brush with success first came
When we sold everything in a buyer's market
Cling cling went the change in our pockets
Away it went when we bought the rockets

I took aim, my fire wasn't friendly
Everything was welcome, the people played a medley for me

Trick writers of the world, most hilarious
They're bad, embarrassingly so
They got theirs when I launched what was mine
Which at the time seemed plenty and appropriate

Cut to us not sitting or standing
Stood up, still small, with our six knees on
A demand exists for something golden and breathy
Demanded of something neither golden nor breathy

So please
Ignore
This plea
Made for a republic
Even I won't recognize

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Tossed aside or thrown asunder
It's not your fault you forgot to wonder
If I was alright
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak

Tossed aside or thrown asunder
It's not your fault you forgot to wonder
If I was alright
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak
It's not wrong, you're so strong, so to speak

Everyone needs a reason
To assassinate the days
This time it's spring
Cleaning

Everyone needs a reason
To assassinate the seasons
This time it's spring
Cleaning

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Men hold cabinets
Women, covens
Replace your pets before I throw them in the ovens
How could we foresee getting so high?
I never knew you'd ever be so low

You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you

Cool and calm, I pluck fruit from my palm
And now I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now
How many decrepit Spanish holidays
Does it take before you blow it all away?
Summers throw you, I know you
I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now
Spent our days in winter caves
Where things they tend towards frozen
Not an ideal spot for suffering fools so gladly

You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you

Films are forgettable, songs aren't

. . .


Death to the man more Northern than I am
The tropics will own this table
Peace-loving means unable
Why be glad of that?
Let's get rid of this
Cut the continent loose
Spies like us should just drift

Death to the man more Northern than I am
The crotchety scud at my table
Dogs fill up the stable
Where horses were supposed to go
Why have that?
Let's finish this
Kiss the country goodbye
Spies like us should just drift

My aim is not to bark or bunt
In England they call everyone cunt

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Child of Styx
False pleasures do abound
The staff picks
Have run us underground
There are no schools left to accept you

Child of Styx
A famous photojournalist
Couldn't have said it better when you said
I'm tired of chasing history's head
Perfection lies in the letter

Await the resurrection of style
A love of grace could carry us through
What's a country mile to the likes of you

Just please
Don't call them like you see them
No, please
Don't call them like you see them
No, please
Don't call them like you see them

What was once behind the red door
Is still behind the red door
Child of Styx

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Such a stately manor
What a waste
The trickle-down effect won't touch this place
We'll miss the fun, we'll miss the glamour

Careful with those apostrophes, please
It can't be "our's" (it took me hours?) when it is "we are"
The grammar just doesn't follow another
Petty catastrophe to swallow

A girl is good
You say with a stammer
Divorcing the chords
To marry the hammer

. . .


Friday's lecture was
All I needed
To
Clue me in

Your expertise
Is ancient
Please fill this thimble
Kiss it red, gold and green

We never go down
South of the mouth, just always waiting
To
Break on through
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue

Put down your Pussy Galore CD
Didn't mean to give you the blues
The blues

You travel light, right
So (fig?) this one
Simple contradiction
Hey, it's cool
Hey, it's (causal?)

So then it was true
I guess I'll leave it alone now
It's not enough just to stick it, singer
Give you a big hand

It's not enough when you're so tough
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can

I
Am
The
Greek
God
Of the Silver Seas

If
I
Can't
Have
You
Then at least
(Shoobie doo wah?)

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Let's lay the groundwork down
One million holes make your golden story go fall in the mall
Don't worry, go slow
Don't stand tall, just lay low
Don't stand at all

You can kiss 'em when they're crying
Can't miss 'em when you're a-lying
An octopus arm is no cause for alarm
There's seven to go and the sun's still a big one

Your mouth is a bad mouth
Your tongue cruel and long
Your two big hands too big
Let's repeat it:
Your tongue is more than a tongue is more than a tongue is

So place a pox upon these summer days
They curse us in many different ways
Oh, I fear we belong here
I fear we belong here
Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near
Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near
My Dear, fuck you and fuck August

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That's one
Precipice we refuse to fall from
Straddling
Two famous worlds isn't real
We're creating a third one
That is

You invented a death-
Wish for us
To people how we saw fit
Destroyed by the dust of itself

Struck dumb by lesser things
I have been a lesser thing
I have been dumb
I have been

Oh, how it used to be
Inevitable that two feet
At a table might touch
I never thought I'd miss
Your triumphs
That much

From wife to midwife
From wife to midwife
From house to halfway house

So let it be known
The scalps shall be displayed
Flayed and branded
I hear you've the stomach
I hear you can stand it all

See, the terror, it serves a purpose
And we serve a purpose
And we serve a purpose
And we serve it

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Nothing good can come from leaving
Everything once cast off I'm retrieving
Just to find I'm a born retriever
Golden to the core, silver pulleys and levers

Sore Barn Burners, don't judge us
I'd sooner just leave the crust
The (painted?) pig wants to count our bless-yous
Could you count them and clean them, honey

Save yourself, strut your stuff
Cut the color commentary, trust your stats, man
Fishing for compliments and this is what I catch
Fuck, I'm never setting foot there again, no

Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing)
Undone

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Tables turn stale, girls go pale
Standstills thrill you
Tables turn stale, girls go pale
Shot through with nonbelievers

I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words

Never mind the facts
Recording record time
The proper blessings still hold water here
Plus there's no surprise
I've seen it in your eyes
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine

I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words I couldn't find
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words

How long
Before something which was once there is gone

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When will you forget about America
When will you forget about America
Resist, resist
Someone got kissed
Someone's getting kissed

An afterbirth too red to mention
This isn't New York, you drunken Californian

Resist, resist
How can I kill the president now
With the likes of you
Saying everything is true
If everything is true then everything is true

Power to the people, my boys

. . .


Stuffed and sick to the stomach
With a gutful of the goods you grow
I cringed at the crack
After the fact, you said, just hit it

Bottoms up, there goes the businesss
Better blow it, better quit it
Dotted Is (crime?)
I tried to trade (this raping?) for (a trimming?)
Oh, oh, oh

Conratulations, your fellowship set sail
And though I know
I am not the one
You're gonna spend it on and on

Yes, I guess
I'm not the one you'll spend it on and on and on

Still, let's make a deal
Don't go back to Portugal
I'll refrain from Spain

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Don't let the curtains bring you down
Remember, Mary is a privilege
We own this town, you said
We own this town, you said
A far cry from friendly
So then flee
Flee
Flee
Flee

There are no constructs in my mind
To speak of, when I think, (uh?), I think about you
There are no spires for us to climb up and touch
A benevolent hand is necessarily a bad thing
So was spring
Spring
Spring
Spring

So what, the laid traps I'll snap shut
I agree some things should be banned
Like wasting all your charms on the first day as planned
There's something perhaps even more obscene
Misplacing the leg that you stand on

Mary means nothing to you
What she read was stupid
Mary means nothing to you
Everyone's singing, everything's true
Everyone's singing, everything's true

. . .


Yes, your guile, it has bestown me
With a knowledge of espionage, intrinsic and big
I accredit you with this, that
And a string of broken entries
But don't forget quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing and quoting

Did I mention
The caesarean, it could take all night
And potentially all day
But the boys are all scared, the surgeons must be spared

They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay

With the stitches we've sewn
Our hands, they become (treats?)
In the genealogy of which there
Lay trials and deceits

Therein there lay trials and deceits
There lay trials and deceits
Believe me, when I breathe, it means
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of

Before you know, we find ourselves in witch country
Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
To people far more proficient than we'll ever be
I recant on all the present glories
In the face of better stories
Yes, the years always end in winter here

Amongst all the loose talk
Turn the page, you might understand what they're saying
A language with curves, girl-friended and giddy
One ill-shapen but still expensive
The other one somewhat free

While we nail the door shut
The rut we expected was right here
The dykes were in place
But the pikemen replaced them with spears

I know it doesn't sound likely
But tonight it's all I see
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of

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