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Ashes
03:42
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It’s a spike in the graph; I know I’m usually like this but I’m not usually this bad. And it’s a scary thought when I start to think I might’ve gotten it all wrong, at least according to everyone and their opinions. But I don’t think I was. I wouldn’t call this regret, it’s not a feeling I’m fond of. It’s post-script, a little useless, but that’s just how these things work now, isn’t it? Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have. I might need some space but I won’t hold resentment. And I couldn’t tell you if this was a coping method, but I’ve been getting on my bike after drinking every night since last weekend, purposely finding any way to just ride past your street. Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have… Where did they go? I figured we would know you gotta hold it close. If you don’t nurture the fire how can you expect us to glow? And without it everything just turns so cold. Where did it turn south? Sometimes I visit our past and try to figure it out, Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow, and I don’t wanna go back because it’s not like that now. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. Where did it turn bad? They could have been lying but I don’t think they can. There’s truth in those stills if I’m not mistaken. And it’s a pill I can’t swallow that now we’re just friends, when all I see is joy and smiles… well, at least they were genuine back then.
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Home
04:14
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Expect me to be in a terrible mood until July, maybe June. When I’ll be leaving, I’m on the move, for a better place I hope and assume. but I’ll be back, mum and dad, when I can. Expect me to think that all I need is a helping hand to get me on my feet, and a firm slap across my face to send some realization upwards to my brain. I was solid and safe for a bit but I lost grip of my rock, and all these songs are just ideas. Just bits and bobs, and not complete thoughts. I’ll be back, mum and dad, when I can.
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Cede
03:10
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Let’s stay in and drink wine, and we’ll critique whatever movie we’re watching. Let the light flood in from the streets, the foreign orange eats up half the floor inside. But it’s still dark. And we’re close. But I’ve got evergreens in my heart. And I don’t choose where they grow, but it’s still my fault I suppose. Then it breaks; our gaze shifts and separates. I could barely see your face anyway. From the couch, on our feet, to the kitchen, to the door frame, it’s like my dreadful dreams that oscillate. Repeat and repeat but we don’t escape. Can’t you feel the rhythm in the waves? There’s a pattern that we trace. This pattern we create. This city can be pretty but only when the lights double. When downtown’s dead and the streets are wet from a melted midnight snowfall. And step by step, this route again, on my cold walk home, I distract myself with my favourite pseudo retro rock and roll. And I realize that I m completely alone.
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Giselle
02:48
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Howl
03:05
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Howl Pt. II
03:20
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Architects
04:22
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Manhattan
04:23
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Champagne
01:33
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Caught
04:23
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Thirds
03:34
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Wait
04:01
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Adam Hanney & Co. Winnipeg, Manitoba
Indie rock meets a contemporary singer-songwriter. Electric guitars, drums, synthesizers, samplers, in tandem to narrate memories of sentiment & regret.
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