Fears EP
by Josef Pollock
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Fourth Story Somber
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Workhorse
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Brookfields
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Asterism
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Recorded in Grimsby, Ontario.
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released 01 July 2011
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- Track Name: Fourth Story Somber
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I'd never know why the store closes at nine,
We're up all the time.
And your hair must be the longest in town,
Blowing strongly, blowing proudly,
When the seasons turn around.
Oh could you tell me why the birds don't sing at night,
Why they fly out of sight.
Oh could you tell me why the birds don't sing at night,
Why they fly out of sight,
Why they fly out of sight,
Why they fly out of sight.
Would you teach me why you why you wear that your mother gave you,
It's old and it's tattered, and it doesn't keep the time.
Four stories is a long long way to fall,
And it won't do you any good,
If the fifth story is mine,
If the fifth story is mine,
If the fifth story is mine. - Track Name: What You Own (ft. Beverly Fairmont)
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I'm a man that keeps on giving,
Let alone the gifts you're bringing,
And I can't be bothered just to let things go.
But alone the empty attic,
Sounds are bouncing around in static,
This is not a place that I'd call home.
A bishop warned me deeply,
Wander wise, and wander weeping,
But I just want some time to be alone.
And the other voice is growing stronger,
As she knew, I knew much longer,
That I could never skip the heavy stone.
I'm a man that won't stop singing,
And my ears are hardly ringing,
My emotions are the fears that I won't show.
And you'd have known if I was that sick,
Thoughts are just damn automatic,
I'd drink that but I think I could've grown.
And the noise is growing louder,
By the day and by the hour,
I wish I didn't come here all alone.
And the day I see you lying,
Is the day I begin dying,
It's not enough, it's what you want,
It's what you own,
It's what you own,
It's what you own. - Track Name: Workhorse
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Could you try to let me in,
I'd let you know just where I've been,
Or fix my leg, why I feel pain,
I've walked a mile in the pouring rain.
And we came for shelter, we did pray,
We saw the end, and we turned away,
They called us heroes, they lift us up,
Say 'make a toast', say 'raise your cup'.
I am not your fool-saint,
And I'm always working late,
If you call here once a day,
I will remember you this way.
Pull out my hair, it's been a week,
I haven't slept, and I will not speak,
They traveled borders, got what they need,
Said they did fight, but they did flee.
And in the hotel you ran the stairs,
I yelled 'come back', because I was scared,
Oh not one moment before I retire,
My weary head was your desire.
I am not your fool-saint,
And I'm always working late,
If you call here once a day,
I will remember you this way. - Track Name: Brookfields
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The lifeless claws clutched at the winter skies,
Hold my hand, my heart creates these lies.
You told me your wits we're growing thin,
Well what a mess you've gone and stuck us in.
What I had once was ours, but you wore it to the bone.
Climb the buildings and the towers to find a place of my own.
Call me your darling, call me your man,
But you think that I know girl, you've got the plan,
Run through the trees, I'm down on my knees,
Not a rock is left on this land.
Eighteen weeks go by and not a word,
The days expire, but nothing I have heard.
Weakness steals all that I could've earned,
Left to the means of the things that I have learned.
What I had once was ours, but you wore it to the bone.
Climb the buildings and the towers to find a place of my own.
Call me your darling, call me your man,
But you think that I know girl, you've got the plan,
Run through the trees, I'm down on my knees,
Not a rock is left on this land. - Track Name: Asterism
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Walls made by my hands,
My family cries, she's too weak to stand.
Where were you? Where were you?
When the smoke left my lungs.
Where were you? Where were you?
When I couldn't sleep.
Oh my heart, these thoughts will never stop.
Two cold men,
Left us battered and bruised,
But I'll pick it all up in the end.
Father when,
Oh I felt so abused,
Only bruises remain on my hands.
Only bruises remain on my hands.
Lines burning my brain,
Fists I should've thrown.
But I still feel the same,
As long as there is no sense of home.
Where were you? Where were you?
When the smoke left my lungs.
Where were you? Where were you?
When I couldn't sleep.
Oh my heart, these thoughts will never stop.
Two cold men,
Left us battered and bruised,
But I'll pick it all up in the end.
Father when,
Oh I felt so abused,
Only bruises remain on my hands.
Only bruises remain on my hands.
