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The Outcome. The Static. The Snow.

by Smiles Blood

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1.
Maybe I would take your place if I could. I wouldn't stand to let you get snowed in. For anything that takes this long has got to be good. And I can see it crossing on your grin. Painted in conversation, Patient and drunk on wasting tries. A fade in could be a statement. Famous for never staying quiet. So when we lose the light this time, we'll guide ourselves through, But the street is ragged, cut, and bruised. So if you make a play to split, then I can leave too, But if we stop, the noise will come unglued. Painted in conversation, Patient and drunk on wasting tries. A fade in could be a statement. Famous for never staying quiet. Under a hundred lights we draw a voice from the storm, And it's tapping faintly on the door. So if we sharpen our distractions; silence the storm.... I can see it coming. Painted in conversation, Patient and drunk on wasting tries. A fade in could be a statement. Famous for never staying quiet.
2.
If I sit idol long enough, maybe the doubt will pass. If it's a question of dedication, then it'll last. I'll make room to be avoided, pull the brake fast. Push the window wide open, let the dust pass. I guess it's easier to be preoccupied with you. To let a memory grow until I think it's fucking huge. Until it's heavier than anything I thought was true. Until the flash is years and sleep is all I want to do. But I'm afraid of the outcome, the static, the snow. Nothing matters now, because everything is happening slow. Somehow, or for some reason, I don't care anymore. This is heavy shit, I don't really want it to go. So now I'm wondering if I'm remembering things right. And I can picture a photo crossing my line of sight. I don't know if it's true or if it's a rewrite, But more and more it seems it's becoming something I don't like. So what does that mean, a lapse is now a penalty. And every memory is suddenly a casualty. It's like the subtly is taken as disloyalty. But this emergency is faulty and it takes energy. But I'm afraid of the outcome, the static, the snow. Nothing matters now, because everything is happening slow. Somehow, or for some reason, I don't care anymore. This is heavy shit, I don't really want it to go. So maybe this is terribly uncomfortable for you to see. Presumably, you've got something, some other place you need to be. If you're discrete I guess we'll see the cleanest way would be to leave. And we could walk away all pleased, avoiding further injuries.
3.
We Wake Up 03:23
A drunk speech, warm blood. Then silence for hours and hours. There's pride under your tongue. It's widening and I'm a shadow. Struck new by old, you rise up into the thick snow. A thousand hours in one until the light bursts and we wake up. You repeat your love. It's mindless, but it's getting louder. We cleaned up your blood, but you're finding it under your shadow. You give life to songs, then hide out in the open snow. It's not the same, it's cold. It's violent, then we wake up. All the drinks go to flatter you. It doesn't matter who says nice things to you. And I need your voice, it's no choice, but to take your advice. It's all wrong, sounds right. So rich in anger, yeah to last a lifetime. It doesn't hold long between the bright lights stalling. We wake up. A drunk speech, warm blood. Then silence for hours and hours. There's pride under your tongue. It's widening and I'm a shadow. Struck new by old, you rise up into the thick snow. A thousand hours in one until the light bursts and we wake up.
4.
Your entitlement, it isn't over yet. You're still working through a half pack of cigarettes. You've got time left. I mean, you're not dead. So take broad steps, forget, and keep a level head. It's like you're trying it. To be a hypocrite, but even guilt is something that you learn to live with. So try to offset by taking deep breaths, Because this is widespread, and now were both infected. Well I've been worried, I've been blind. Yeah, I've been stupid, I've been shy. I've thought of giving up and I tried a few times. Well I've blacked out and been revived. I've been unknown, unrecognized. Now I've exhausted one more lie. With just the sight of you I could have doubted proof, But now the touch is good enough and I can crawl through. I mean I'd let go if I was sure I'd float. I think I'd end up drawing water into my throat. Now it's a storyline I've been afraid to write, About the first night, entire lives, and last light. Flashes of regret, I've got a lot of it. It's just something that you're gonna have to deal with. Well I've been worried, I've been blind. Yeah, I've been stupid, I've been shy. I've thought of giving up and I tried a few times. Well I've blacked out and been revived. I've been unknown, unrecognized. Now I've exhausted one more lie. So break my offer down. You've been here now taking your motives down. You're still there now.
5.
Your flattery is thick with flies. Your words disguised as something sweet. Common sense should tell you something. This is nothing that you should repeat, But maybe you did, or maybe you will, Or you're trying to forget the whole thing. Maybe it slipped, or you let it spill, While you were falling asleep, But you don't even know why you came, Because you're still bored and distracted. You don't mind showing up late, Even if you're left without a ride home. You probably don't care either way, But I can't loosen that night from my head, Because I was sort of expecting something fake, But you weren't pretend or false, just sober. We trusted drinks to warm our minds, Then felt inclined to complain about heat. You kept reciting familiar songs, And we carried it on while everyone was asleep. And I thought you'd forget, You'd never take a false step, Or there was some kind of gap in your brain. I guess I'd never expect that you could resist, Or find your way back from that state. But you don't even know why you came, Because you're still bored and distracted. You don't mind showing up late, Even if you're left without a ride home. You probably don't care either way, But I can't loosen that night from my head, Because I was sort of expecting something fake, But you weren't pretend or false, just sober.
6.
Your white wings unfold. Sooner or later you're gonna wish you'd stayed home. Your lights shining gold, And taking forever. It's more than you can afford. Your covered up with snow, And drifted in mouthfuls, you're falling over the road. You're quiet, but you're cold and shivering. Water is freezing around your clothes. So while you're sinking, keep breathing. This is not our fault. If you stop shaking, I'll wait or try to pull you up. Explain your thinking in some way. You're shy but you've been taught. Your silent sleeping is so bright, It always keeps me up. You repeat your love. I think it's mindless, but it's getting louder. We cleaned up your blood, But you keep finding it under your shadow. You give life to songs, And then you hide out in the open snow. It's not the same, it's cold. It's nearing the violence and then we wake up. So while you're sinking, keep breathing. This is not our fault. If you stop shaking, I'll wait or try to pull you up. Explain your thinking in some way. You're shy but you've been taught. Your silent sleeping is so bright, It always keeps me up. Your white wings unfold. Sooner or later you're gonna wish you'd come home. Your lights shining gold, And taking forever you know.
7.
In the Sun 03:02
Is there any need for curiosity to bleed from in between these streets? You're leaving when you see, but I believe you fell asleep. Please, we know you're weak or at least diseased, Or torn apart by tragedies, so there's no room for relief. You're waiting around for comfort. You're waiting around for sympathy, But they've got you deceived. C'mon and break your sleepwalking. C'mon admit you're sleepwalking.
8.
Some hard words a flash flood, As it unrolls unto the blank sky. There's life under your thumb, But it's iced in. The water's shallow. As our quiet comes undone, You break open wide into a payphone. For all the hours you've done, It's a loud crash and then you wake up. If this is what it's like to never be right, Well then forget it. I don't care if I'm right. You narrowed your eyes, tilted your head to one side, Slipped back and stopped listening and I didn't mind. A drunk speech, warm blood. And then silence for hours and hours. There's pride under your tongue, And it's widening and I'm a shadow. Struck new by old actions, You rise up into the thick snow. A thousand hours in one, Until the light bursts and then we wake up. If this is what it's like to never be right, Well then forget it. I don't care if I'm right. You narrowed your eyes, tilted your head to one side, Slipped back and stopped listening and I didn't mind. We're getting used to the quiet so keep dimming the lights. It's not sadness or illness, it's fine. We've got nothing to hide, it's keeping us alive. We're getting so used to the sun inside.
9.
The Mouse 03:18
You were pretty weak and I was shaking. I knew the outcome, but I didn't plan really. You kept moving after the weight fell, And I remember that it really wasn't going well. If you weren't injured, you could've moved on, And I'd have let it go, yeah without a second thought, But you were bleeding and I was being kind. I made sure that you were gone by the third try. Sure it sounds awful, but I think that it's right. If you'd have gotten out you wouldn't have survived. You should have waited, should have kept yourself quiet. If you'd have stayed away, you'd still be alive.
10.
Just a Piece 03:32
In this scene that we see, I'll be the villain you'll be me. From the street, the window leaks and it's white noise bleeding clean. Man, it's days until I can speak. There's no way to be discrete. So what I need is just a piece, just one taste of sympathy. So if you stay I guess it doesn't matter much to me. So what's the harm in taking something that you really need? It's been sweet, yeah it's been free and we've written off four weeks, And our sleep is far from brief, man it's pulling down on me. What I need is incomplete. I'm afraid to lift my feet. Through the heat you take your seat. Yeah, Just one break in symmetry. So if you stay I guess it doesn't matter much to me. So what's the harm in taking something that you really need? I don't care if it's wrong, even if it's self serving. So when you wake up pretend that it wasn't all a dream.

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This album was recorded in February 2015 for the RPM challenge. Mark Hoyles sings and plays guitar. Craig Caines plays drums and guitar. Mark Green plays bass. Paul Buckland plays guitar. We recorded the album piece by piece as we shared tracks over the internet and sent our recordings to each other. Mark H. and Craig worked together in Corner Brook, Newfoundland while Mark G. recorded from the other side of the island and Paul recorded from Labrador.

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released March 1, 2015

Mark Hoyles, Craig Caines, Mark Green, Paul Buckland

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The Proper Things are a band from Corner Brook, Nl. The band maintains a solid, punk rock approach to writing music with honest and direct songs that worm their way into your head and get stuck deep in your brain. This latest release is a diverse mix of punk, pop, and rock that will forcefully grab you and most likely shake you a little bit. ... more

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