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[Radio - 1932]
00:18
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Host: Taking a break from your favourite soap, Dreamcatchers... it's April 23rd, 1932, and it's a sunny day here in Montreal. But don't stretch those legs just yet! We've got something special coming on for you. Listen now, to the sounds of Cinderheart, a brash young band, playing the sounds of tomorrow! This is 'Skeletons'.
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Skeletons
03:07
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Closets full
No room left
For your skeletons
Better come clean
Who's bones?
Was I next?
I see your eyes
They're red with hate
You've made up your mind
Before even trying to relate
You walk in and generalize
A whole generation with your lies
Let me tell you how it feels
To be told you're doomed
Saying my prayers into the wind
Saying please lord help me
Give me the power
To set these wrongs
To set them right
Better hit the road Jack
There ain't no room for you
You've got a trail of skeletons
Following you
You're the next one
You have judged for the last time
Can't you see that your claims
Are lies
You were here first and
You messed up
Don't pin the blame on us
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I don't know what to say
This is all too much for me
There's so much in my head
It's all too much for me
There's something wrong with me
It's all too much for me
Oh lord how loud do I have to pray
Oh lord oh lord oh lord
How loud do I have to pray
Relieve me from myself
My post
My holy grave
I'm looking for the exit
In these times of grey
Maybe it's better to stay
Behind the clouds is a sun
And from them is a cleansing rain
I'm not broken
I'm not damned
I'm on a path
To my own greatness
Lord can take his mercy
I don't need it
I'll pull myself out of this
Black fog that consumes us all
Black fog that consumes us all
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Father
03:05
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O father,
How your name has haunted me
The missing branch on my family tree
The irony wasn't lost on me
When you said "I've been waiting for this moment for ten years"
Well bitch you had my number
Father
What did I expect
But doom
Two men with different tongues
Sins of our father, sins of our young
I know there's nothing wrong with me
But tell that to the little boy
I know you had your own life
But you could have tried
I wasn't lacking for father figures
But I wouldn't say that makes it alright
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5. |
Gravedigger's Chant
03:12
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Bring the dead body down to the graveyard now
Bring the dead down low, down low
Bring the dead body down to the graveyard, sir
Bring the dead down low, down low
Watch yourself
You can't run
You can't hide
Stay with me
You can't run
You can't hide
Watch yourself
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead man's shoes to the seashore, child
Bring the dead man's shoes down low
Bring the dead man's shoes to the seashore, child
Bring the old man's shoes down low
Watch yourself
You can't run
You can't hide
Stay with me
You can't run
You can't hide
Watch yourself
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
Bring the dead body down
(Lord have mercy)
Lord don't have mercy for you
(Lord have mercy)
Lord don't have mercy for you
Watch yourself
(Lord have mercy)
Watch yourself
(Lord have mercy)
Watch yourself
(Lord have mercy)
Lord don't have mercy for you
Bring the dead body down
(Lord have mercy)
Bring the dead body down
(Lord have mercy)
Bring the dead body down
(Lord have mercy)
Bring the dead body down
Wash the dead man clothes in the creek now, child
Wash the clothes till the creek turn red
Wash the dead man clothes in the creek now, child
Wash the clothes till the creek turn red
Bring the dead body down
(Watch yourself)
Bring the dead body down
(Watch yourself)
Bring the dead body down
(Watch yourself)
Bring the dead body down
(Watch yourself)
Lord don't have mercy for you
Lord don't have mercy for you
Lord don't have mercy for you
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6. |
[Radio - 1966]
01:55
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Host: Folks, the sound of today is the electric guitar. We're hearing it everywhere, in every act, on every street corner. In just a moment, we're going to play a new song from Cinderheart. They've been around a long time now, and if you're as old as me, you'll remember that once upon a time, they preferred brass and piano to these electric sounds. That the four piece has embraced it is a testament to the guitar's power. Now before we get to the song, let's take some calls. I want to hear how you're all doing. How many of you have been around for this band's evolution? Alright, caller one!
Caller One: I think the electric guitar is sleek, and beautiful, and you're right in that it's powerful. But there's something lost in that, isn't there? It takes up so much space in our heads when we hear it. I can't make love to the sounds of someone wailing on their guitar!
Host: Um. Right. Thank you. Next caller?
Caller Two: I'm doing pretty good, actually. Thanks for asking. Uhm...
Host: ...Hello? Hello? Well. Okay. Last caller. Yes, hello!
Caller Three: That's that devil music! They're fornicating, sinful goddamn hippies is what they are! Devil music! You're going on talking about your age and their age and I'll tell you what. Have you been keepin your eyes open? Those devil's children haven't aged one bit. Not since they were new thirty years ago. If you play them on this radio, the devil will get into the ears of our children, and there's no coming back!
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7. |
House of the Rising Sun
04:22
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
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8. |
Mind/Body/Soul
10:05
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All my life I've been chasing something
I feel it breathing down my neck
I don't think you understand, no
Mind, body, soul
It feels like it's time to go
Mind, body, soul
Manipulation, hallucination
Fooling myself into being someone else
Condemnation, dedication
Singing to myself, this is who I am
Desecration, exhortation
Selling my mind, body and soul
Permutation, segmentation
Feel that fear
All my life I've been chasing nothing
My mind is always getting the better of me
I don't think I feel at home, no
Mind, body, soul
It feels like it's time to go
Mind, body soul
Calling to my mind and begging for reprieve
Saying please oh please let me breathe
I don't know where else to go
Manipulation, hallucination
Condemnation, dedication
Desecration, exhortation
Feel that fear
Hopeless
Trying to escape this cage
Cold iron painted gold
It feels like I've been here an age
Showcase bird covered in mold
No matter how much I rage
I cannot break free of this hold
A cage within a cage
Bone suffocating my beating code
Hello, this disease runs deep
From within to within, now
My soul is coming apart
My soul is coming undone
Hopeless, hopeless
In mind, body and soul
Hopeless, hopeless
Doomed without control
Hopeless, homeless
My mind, body and soul
Hopeless, smokeless
We're all out of coal
Mind, body and soul
Hello, I'm fraying at the edges
From outside to within, now
My soul is coming apart
My soul is coming undone
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Thoughts and Prayers
03:15
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One like for a prayer
Pray to Jesus
Our digital savior
Damned and doomed
Groomed for apathy
Thoughts and prayers
Pray to our maker
Avert your gaze
Don't mind the blaze
Pray to our heavenly creator
We hear your pleas
Our hearts are at ease
Our digital savior
I pledge allegiance to my phone
What a catastrophe, oh honey
Filming yourself giving the homeless money
Compassion that knows no bounds
Let us give him a round
I pledge allegiance to my phone and the United Social Media
And to my Insta and for my Snaps
One power, under web,
With nudity and ignorance for all
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10. |
Excuse My French
03:50
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I don't know what you must be on
You walked in like the Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet?
Win a million dollar bet?
So let me get my good shoes on
I wanna follow in the same old steps
Where you waltz around like you're the best
Where your garden blooms in May
But it's snowing every day
'Cause you have everything you want
You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can't see
I could never be your wife
'Cause I'm still a lady
No, I'm not some wench
That falls for your lines
I'm not on the fence
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won't fail me
Please excuse my French
Pardonne-moi
Today you think you're Errol Flynn
Sharing stories where you think you've been
Your style must be cramped, without a passport stamp
Can't you see the twister that you're in
Lie down inside a sea of words
You're going under, now you won't get hurt
So just give it a rest, this time your more is less
You're going solo in this dream
You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can't see
I could never be your wife
'Cause I'm still a lady
No, I'm not some wench
That falls for your lines
I'm not on the fence
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won't fail me
Please excuse my French
Pardonne-moi
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11. |
[Radio - 1982]
00:44
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Guest: ...and that's why I think every horse should be given a perm. I mean, have you seen Aerosmith? They have one singing for them! Sorry, what were you saying?
Host: I was... well... do you believe in immortality?
Guest: Do I? I'll never tell! Um. Why do you ask?
Host: ...No reason. Anyway, we have the... ever youthful Cinderheart coming up next. This single marks their 50th anniversary. Enjoy, folks.
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12. |
Mother
03:32
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Oh mother
Can you hear me
I'm singing to you
Oh mother
Are you listening
Put down your fears
Mother, mother, life goes on
Let that be your song
Fear not the dawn
Oh mother
Please let it be
No more stories
Oh mother
You don't need it
What's here is fine
Mother, oh, mother, mother, mother, mother
Can you hear the bell tolling
Mother, oh, give up the ghost
Mother, oh, mother, mother, mother, mother
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13. |
Give Up The Ghost
03:29
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Victim of self-demise
Pity set in disguise
Silence of inner cries
Hidden by a smile
Should I just?
Give up the ghost
Bury these bones, bury them deep
Give up, give up, give up, give up, give up
La la la la la
I'm never happy here
Work fast to disappear
I'll smile and nod and
Just tell you that "I'm fine"
Take meds to stay alive
Intrusive thoughts inside
Telling me bad shit like
I just can't live my life
Should I just?
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14. |
Step Into The Light
04:03
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A master of disguise
Hidden in plain sight
Will it be Jekyll or Hyde
Coming out to play
It's time to say goodbye
A simple sacrifice
The sticks and stones ignite
To burn
The rope has been untied
Of rage we left behind
I want the beast inside
To step into the light
With wrath as our guide
Go after those who've lied
Waves of blood we'll ride
So step into the light
Step into the light, mmm
Step into the light
The la la la light
And you want forgiveness but
And you blame it on my sickness
I'm counting down the minutes
With God as my witness
'Til you're on your knees and pray
Unleash the beast
The rage beneath
These scars run deep
I'll grant you sleep
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Smile Upside Down
03:40
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Take another step
Take another please
Give me an excuse
To put you in your place
I'm gonna take you down
Down into the fucking ground
You're a goddamn clown
Gonna turn that smile upside down
Fifty fucking years
Of poor judgement instead
How do you still breathe
Shouldn't you be dead
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16. |
Utopia
00:54
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Our dreamcatcher
Holds a million
Happy thoughts
Goodnight, Juggernaut
In honour of life
On my guitar
I once wrote
Footnotes in a memoir
I took a walk
Into the night
Alone,
The stars empty out
Their light died
And so will I
Maybe we'll meet again
In utopia
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