arrow | by Sara Quin

Would you take a straight and narrow critical look at me?
Would you tell me tough love style, put judicial weight on me?
If you're thinking anything, if you're thinking endlessly.
I feel the breeze, feel feathers of an arrow.
Out in my yard, feathers of an arrow.
I take my aim, do you feel me coming close?
Take my aim so you feel me coming close?
Would you take a calm and tender terminal kind of care? Would you touch me, cling and wage an intimate fight for me?

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don“t rush | by Tegan Quin

Don't block, bad idea, you've been so good I hear, don't rush.
Don't move, bad idea, you've been so still, I'm here for you don't rush.
One way or another, I'll find my way to cover,
I sing to find my other, sing to find my one way my lovely other,
they find restless cover, you sing to another, sing to find your...
Don't leave, bad idea, you've been so far so long, don't rush.
Don't run, bad idea, you move so fast, I need to rush.
One way or another, I'll find my way to cover,
I sing to find my other, sing to find my...
One way my lovely other, they find restless cover, you sing to another, sing to find your...
One way or another, I'll find my way to cover,
I'd love to find my other, love to find you.
One way my lovely other, they'll find restless cover, you've loved so many others.
One way to erase bad ideas, well I won't see you once you arrive.
One way to escape bad ideas, well I won't cry to you, not that you would mind.

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hell | by Tegan Quin

No, I'm not ready for a big bad step in their direction.
No, I'm not ready for downtown trash, avoid collection.
Four blocks, run and hide, don't walk alone at night.
Cityscape, city change before they die.
Four blocks, I should mention in a song if I want to get along with change,
Who doesn't wanna change this?
I know you feel it too, these words get overused.
When we get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.
I know you feel it too, it all seems so untrue.
When you get up and over it and over them,
Oh oh hell no.
No, we're not ready for fair distribution, just a terminal solution for...
No, we're not ready for hell, hell no, for hell, hell no.
Four days, wide awake, why slide along and say.
Girl's afraid, girl will change, just move away.
Four days that I mention in a song, move along, get ahead, get her hand and bring her with you.
Four ways to remove all the bad that we do from the heart and the soul of the cities sad and cold.
Four ways to collect what we say and what we save to discard and discover a brand new way

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on directing | by Sara Quin

You're directing me, your eyes focus like a microscope.
Get the cuts you need, eyes focus like a microscope.
Go steady with me, I know it turns you off when I - I get talking like a teen.
I get talking like a teen.
You're directing me. You're dressed up I lose my grip, my focus.
Make those eyes at me, I lose my grip, I lose my focus.

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red belt | by Sara Quin

When you think nothing could be further from the truth.
When you're sure nothing could be further from the cold hard truth.
I kneel to condition all the feelings that I feel.
Slow it down, you have a tendency to rush back into your past.
Slow it down, you transfer all your weight and disappear.
You kneel to condition all the feelings that you feel.
I've got a red belt around my mind.
My hands are tied up around these words.
I wish you'd call but I know that you're out tonight.
My ears fill with the sound of you kneeling.
My ears fill with the sound of descent.
My ears fill with the sound of you arching.
Slow it down, you have a tendency to rush back into your past.
Slow it down you transfer all your weight and disappear.
Kneel to condition all the feelings that you feel.

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the cure | by Tegan Quin

Begging like you might take order in your own hands.
I stare, seems like I don't care, drop a chance in your hands then.
I know that bad's got to fix itself, correct over time.
And I know 'cause I've got the cure, I've got a cure for your crimes.
All I dreamed up, all that seemed like luck seems silly to you now.
All I said to you, all I did for you seems so silly to me now.
Screaming like no one might call the cops and arrest you this time.
Standing back against my building's back door, you're hoping for a ride.
I know the world's been mean to you, I've got a cure, hold tight.
I know the world's not fair to you, I've got a cure for it's crimes.
Oh oh when you say it,
So so slowly to me,
Oh oh well I keep going,
Oh no I ran while knowing,
No no I know you need it,
So so I need it too,
And oh oh I must keep going,
So so you must too.
I've got a cure I've got the cure for you.

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northshore | by Tegan Quin

Don't bend, don't bleed, don't beg, don't scream, don't whine, don't fight, don't tell me.
Don't feel, don't tear, don't kiss, don't care, don't touch, don't want me.
Something's so sick about this, my misery's so addictive.
I'm halfway there watching Northshore from the floor singing to you over my sholder.
Don't run, don't hide, don't hurt, don't lie, don't breathe, don't try, don't find me.
Don't cringe, don't clench, don't look, don't flinch, don't know, don't go, don't leave me.
Don't sing, don't talk, don't yell, don't laugh, don't think, don't speak, don't save me.
Don't stare, don't glare, don't heal, don't mend, don't take, don't send, don't love me.

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nightwatch | by Sara Quin

I've got grounds for divorce.
It's in my blood this divorce.
I seperate everybody, I need distance from your body.
Oh I deserve this anguish on my house.
So get away, you cannot follow me.
I get away, you cannot follow me.
I've got grounds for recourse.
Your lungs fill with discourse.
You seperate from my body, you need consistence from somebody.
Oh I deserve this angusih on my house.

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alligator | by Sara Quin

Sensitive, it's true, alligator tears cried over you.
Run around on me, I'd sooner die without.
Run around on me, die without.
Relentless, yes it's true, my motormouth runs over you.
No hissy fits, mind my manners, won't make a scene over you.
Rattled yes, it's true, alligator tears spilled over you.

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paperback head | by Sara Quin AND Tegan Quin

You have to become what you fancy.
Paperback head, you get carried away.
Stitch up your spine to keep the suitors away.
Must draw your own aid.
Must sift your affairs.
Must frame up a material girl.
Wild fires, you must remit.
Can't stand the smoke, pull the sheets down low,
Rope up your mind, keep the suitors in line.
I gasp, like sugar and spice,
Who better than you?

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the ocean | by Tegan Quin

When you wake what is it that you think of most?
When your bed is empty do you really sleep alone?
If I imagine you, body next to another.
All around me new love and it makes me sad.
All around me feel assured that you'll be back,
If I imagine you, body next to another.
Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me.
Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me.
So it's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
On the drive back here I was worrying over nothing.
On the drive back there tears spilling over something.
When I imagine you, body next to another.
In the door and you're there and you're sorry for the fright.
In the door, can I hear you saying you don't wanna fight
When I imagine you, body next to another.
In a flash it's back to you, just brought attention to the mess.
In a flash you're on top begging me to understand.
If I imagine you, body next to another.
You drop in for a minute and I'm sorry that I didn't drop in sooner
just to see you and see what you've been doin'.
If I imagine you, body next to another.

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sentimental tune | by Sara Quin

You in a simple gray coat in a simple white room.
Oh now you know you know it now.
And so now you know you know it now.
You hate the tenderhearted torch song.
You catch a flame to my sentiment, my sentimental tune.
Hard-hearted don't worry I'm ready for a fight.
Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.
Now with your cause and affection on my mind,
I won't yield, throw caution into the blaze.
Watch, with a bit of friction I'll be under your clothes.
With a bit of focus I'll be under your skin.

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someday | by Tegan Quin

They yell speak up.
I fill these pages like I fill those spaces with my lies.
They yell step down,
A crowd's not worth this and love's not worthless, you've got to step up stranger.
Might paint something I might want to hang here someday,
Might write something I might want to say to you someday,
Might do something I'd be proud of someday.
Mark my words, I might be something someday.
They yell right on,
A class act president, you are my boss,
I am confident in your eyes.
They yell move up,
Don't stand back here and wait like an animal at a farmer's gate,
Am I food or am I free?
So speak up this is your last chance my friend,
Roll the windows down and take me in.
Reach out say what you're really about.
Are you coming here or not, are you coming out?
I don't want to know that you don't want me.
I don't want to know what you do without me.
I don't want to know what I'll be without you.
I dont wanna know. I don't wanna know.