1. |
Henry
00:23
|
|||
2. |
Hard Party
04:17
|
|||
|
What of my place in the herd?
Shall I whisper every spoken word that I asked in broken english
to rooms filled with ammunition?
The missing kids are in the kitchen, mixing ideas with kerosene
Shouting answers to the questions
wrapped in white they keep their smiles clean
Well I polished off my tongue and shined the faces of everyone
Who told me to trust in the Hard Party
well there never was no party
Now I'm lying in my bed and wearing my favorite white tshirt
there was never a bigger plan for the Hard Party
Remove all of your finest clothing
Tear it off and undress the crowd
and readdress the crowd
singing stories about death and glory
Well I polished off my tongue and shined the faces of everyone
Who told me to trust in the Hard Party
well there never was no party
Now i'm lying with my hips and wearing my favorite green tshirt
there was never a bigger plan for the Hard Party
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Give to me a thousand armies and line them up across the tundra
Give to me the aborigine and line them up across the tundra
Because when the ice breaks, and it melts and drifts apart
Our arms will hold us, carry us back to where we started
And I haven't heard from you in seventeen long years
I lie below the ice and wonder how we got to here
Will we ever write each other letters?
Give to me a thousand armies and let me charge five dollars a head
Give to me the aborigine and let me charge five dollars a head
Because when the ice breaks, and it melts and drifts apart
Our arms will hold us, carry us back to where we started
And I haven't heard from you in seventeen long years
I lie below the ice and wonder how we got to here
Will we ever write each other letters?
|
||||
4. |
More Movement Than Man
03:07
|
|||
|
Beneath the Rhine lies the cro-magnon man drunk on german wine
You'll find him in the current underneath
You'll find him in the letters that you read
More a movement than man
What if the rabbit bends the strands of time?
In the mountains you'll find him crying like a child
Was that you?
What of the lion and his foolish pride?
In the mountains you'll find him crying like a child
Was that you?
I know that was you
Beneath the Rhine lies the cro-magnon man drunk on german wine
You'll find him in the current underneath
You'll find him in the letters that you read
|
||||
5. |
Pine Box Twin Bed
02:53
|
|||
|
You know we don't mind dying, but it's been so goddamn long
the radios have forgotten all of our favorite songs
We planned ahead for winter, built a casket made for two
and when you go down under, i'll be waiting there for you
If timber would light a lantern, i'd strike a match to set things bright
From the middle of the island, I seen dark passions taking flight
When a voice says "How's the day been?"
You'll look back at all the black ties and smile at the waitress
as she cleans up a four day mess from an old man's confessions
Well I've seen it all
Watched mountains as they fall
Well I've seen it all
Our grandfather built a twin bed out of lies and stolen oak
|
||||
6. |
Salvation Army Sweaters
03:34
|
|||
|
Even if we fool the animals,
Caught off guard by sinking boats and ships
Our faces still look like fighting dogs,
Growling at lovers while throwing hips
Down the stairs into darkened rooms
Where daughters lie in forbiddon bliss
No light for them to shine upon
And what if the weight of five oceans
airdrops our youngest and weakest kin?
Will we bat an eyelash to save them
or lie on our backs and let the wrong ones in?
We wore sweaters that were hand-me-downs,
to cover the mess where our bodies laid
Of all the devices to fall apart,
why must it be this one that i have made?
Down the stairs into darkened rooms
Where daughers lie in forbiddon bliss
No light for them to shine upon
And what if the weight of five oceans
airdrops our youngest and weakest kin?
Will we bat an eyelash to save them
or lie on our backs and let the wrong ones in?
|
||||
7. |
What If I Told You?
03:07
|
|||
|
I miss you as my childhood, we were bicycles on beaches
Oh, how I quivered when I felt your fingertips upon my shoulders
Those days seem left behind, lost in youth and out of my mind or something
That girl meant everything and when she died you said to me,
"I'll follow her"
And I can't seem to find
A way to get your voice out of my mind
And when you walked into the room my left knee did something crazy
and how you chucked when you picked my battered jeans up off the sofa
Oh I'm obsessed with you
Are you obsessed with me?
Because i'm obsessed with you
And I can't seem to find
A way to get your voice out of my mind
Oh I'm obsessed with you
Are you obsessed with me?
Because i'm obsessed with you
And we watched it all come down
The fake smiles and big fucking frowns
|
||||
8. |
You've Done Your Time
03:17
|
|||
|
The red rosey glow of the twilight companions
swallows the dull arguements of semantic belief
at a farmiliar pace
Quick witted, never spit it out in a timeless fashion,
and the fashions grown stale
Oh the purgery
My favorite thing I shouldn't know
Is how boredom gestates in the palms of our hands
Shake your empty fist
Wait please take a look at your life
Is it too late to change your mind?
In a moment, a "love-change" is what they call it
when the passions don't add up, they cool down, they simmer off
you care more about the pay
and less about the way
When are you thinking about fucking things up?
You've done your time
Is it too late to change your mind?
|
||||
9. |
Two Henrys
02:45
|
|||
10. |
||||
|
Well I have become the moon
'Cuz if your daddy thinks it's swell
We'll leave him drowning at the bottom of the well
Well, well, well
Hey, hey!
Get your hands off my fucking gold
I said Hey, get your hands off my fucking gold
'Cuz if your daddy thinks it's cool
we'll leave him downing at the bottom of the pool
Fuck 'em!
Show me a tickertape paper parade,
'Cuz if your daddy thinks it's great
Well than I ain't got nothing more to say
|
||||
Elk Lodge Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
Elk Lodge is an independant, two-person garage band based out of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.
If you like Elk Lodge, you may also like:
Project Isle Demotion
by THURST
Los Angeles duo Thurst return with an album of moody, minimal post-punk and appropriately angsty lyrics.
go to album
Saturday Night Massacre
by Live Skull
The first new album in 30 years from these noise rock pioneers, featuring the iconic Thalia Zedek, positively rips.
go to album
Spetters / RA!D
by Spetters & RA!D
A terrific split cassette from two promising young indie bands, this is one part melody, one part fury.
go to album
Nyxy Nyx - Thee 3rd Album
by Nyxy Nyx
The terrific new record from Nyxy Nyx recalls the best of the early ’90s—slow-moving, shoegaze-adjacent songs with woozy melodies.
go to album
Impeccable '80s new wave and post-punk influences shine through on the second full-length from L.A.'s Adult Books.
go to album
Blistering post-punk from the UK powered by 100mph guitars and panicked vocals.
go to album
On their second album, the trio present a mature and jaded affront on living and working as musicians in L.A.
go to album
