Less Rage More Tears

by Hawksley Workman

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i think the universe is trying to tell me nothing i think we both feel it'd be best if we walked away and all the wives are drinking with their husbands like they've run out of anything good to say i don't feel sometimes anything but fear there's a limit to what i'll take i think the universe is trying to tell me nothing like maybe it's run out of good things to say in the dwindling beauty let the boredom kill oh i wish i had the answer in the dwindling beauty let the boredom kill oh i wish i could let's fake our deaths together let's fake our deaths together in the dwindling beauty let the boredom kill let the boredom kill what kind of drugs don't you think we're over using? what kind of strangers do we think we both would make? i hate the thought that either of us would be caught choosing i hate the thought of losing anything for goodness sake one day if we're both feeling lucky we'll get tired of the grudge
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Around Here 04:34
around here we name the strays we let them into our hearts give them a place to stay like jesus did or so you read you gotta love everyone until they're dead and it's what i've been telling you all along i want you know i need you to know and i know we're both tired of making mistakes and falling has become our middle name i know we just want to be rescued some days we don't want to become some kind of broken cliché around here we keep on fucking up we drag our egos around in a beggar's cup because we've all been taught from such an early age to build a wall around our hearts so that thing will never break and it's what i've been telling you all along i want you know i need you to know i just needed someone to see where i belong and it’s next to you right here next to you and i know we're both tired of making mistakes and disaster has become our middle name i know we just want to be resting some days with the stolen eyes of love that we carefully hide away i remember what song was playing that day on the radio as two speeding cars slow motion collide we promised ourselves we'd never go silent again we laid there for hours together and cried and i know we're both tired of making mistakes and disaster has become our middle name i know we just want to be rescued some days with the stolen eyes of love that we carefully hide away
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Just a Dream 03:59
walkman and a bmx we both know what happens next before god created sex there was just a dream just a dream black and white and local news wrangler jeans and jordache shoes twisted sister sings the blues it was just a dream just a dream who wants a hero who's attainable? or do we really even care? tiny little egyptian kings really know how to mess up things we all want attachment without strings ot was just a dream just a dream do you want to live forever? do you want to go get high? do you want to burn it all down? before we even try? school council presidents all lie about the things we'll get some join wars and some forget it was just a dream just a dream may all your dreams be ever wet and all your stumbles heaven sent it all feels like we lost a bet it was just a dream just a dream who wants a hero who's attainable? or do we really even care? we want a beauty that's sustainable and a love that's truly rare do you want to live forever? do you want to go get high? do you want to burn it all down? before we even try? to get ourselves together like there is no reason why for two birds of a feather who would rather sit and cry do you want to live forever? do you want to go get high? do you want to burn it all down? before we even try? to get ourselves together like there is no reason why for two birds of a feather who would rather sit and cry
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old enough to go to adult jail lost enough to know that when it's over stinging nettle and a telephone made of wood that keeps calling old man raven's wings sound like a basket wheezing growing up so cold in a wartime bungalow you were such a show-off brushing your teeth before bed even when we were both so drunk and stoned and laughing and falling down and i just feel asleep and started dreaming we/they were both so beautiful so young and wasted and now we judge ourselves in empty hotel bars fisheye lens distortion and hating who we are it's our dirty little secret we love to celebrate like a national holiday we're screaming through shut bathroom doors like enemies we/they were both so beautiful so young and wasted don't look me in the eyes look me in the device we/they were both so beautiful so young and wasted
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i don't want to be mean how does it feel to downhill ski in acid wash jeans? i don't want to be cruel but it seems like a pretty freaky thing to go and do and on a sick day when you're in your bed common cold lodged in your poor little head when you're playing all the conversations and all the little things you say you never said what can you say? you've been losing faith in being saved and let down by your heart again what can you do? when nobody is being fooled and the kids are sick of being cool what can you say? when you're part of everything you see but remember how it used to be you know i hate to be mean but those French immersion girls will always be out of reach i don't want to offend but sometimes my sony discman is my only friend on a bench seat on your school bus you never felt so far out of love what can you say? you've been losing faith in being saved and let down by your heart again what can you do? when nobody is being fooled and the kids are sick of being cool what can you say? when you're part of everything you see but remember how it used to be overrated me overrated you we'll be a family do what families do overrated me overrated you can we just be friends? do what friends will do
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Tahiti Treat 03:53
i like to think of you with sunshine in your eyes with your beauty so easy that it doesn't try and when i get bored of myself you never care everybody falls in love with the wind in their hair my tahiti treat my bermuda triangle disappear with me i’ve been angling for you come let me hold you tightly in my canadarms i want to feel you pressed against me here with all your charms a pop-a-wheelie is everything when you're a boy but when you grow up everything just makes you annoyed my tahiti treat my bermuda triangle disappear with me i’ve been angling for you better them than us except when comes to having fun born in the year of the rabbit back in '75 we were twelve in 87 feeling so alive the threat of cold war kept us up almost every night but tv dinners gave us strength and gave us second sight my tahiti treat my bermuda triangle disappear with me i’ve been angling for you capital city tokyo japan i want to be with you wherever i can nostalgia's greek for returning home to pain mark of gorbachev looks like italy let’s go down to yonge street and get with it silly i want it to be more than coming home to pain better them than us except comes to having fun.
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whatever happened to good old fashioned acid rain? i miss those simpler times i’d give anything to have them back again to those handmade years backed up by a laugh track i'd sure like to have that back it's getting to be that time of year when everyone starts to go insane i know that i’m a man who's a little out of step with the times i've run out of whimsy and i've stopped being interested in what others think about the war and what we’re even in for when jesus comes to town what's he gonna say to you? what's he gonna say to me? that i haven't already thought of myself will he just come striding in? how long will it take him to see? there's no way that we're gonna go clear? whatever happened to gorbachev and ronald reagan? we woke up terrified in 1986 wise beyond our years impossibly straddled between decades of adults it’s getting to be that time of year when everyone starts to go insane whatever happened to all those heavy metal bands? lyrics backward masked and suicide solution dreams in the early days of fear of moms watching donahue that's when it finally dawns on you that jesus might be wrong what's he gonna say to you? what's he gonna say to me? that i haven’t already thought of myself will he just come striding in? how long will it take him to see? there's no way that we're gonna go clear? will he just come striding in? how long will it take him to see? i don't already loath in myself?
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we'll lock ourselves next to the dalìs in the peggy guggenheim museum they can go to hell i'm done listening and i don't care if i ever see them don't paint me strange just because you think i lost conviction just get me and my wife on a flight to somewhere in italy slow suicide by wine we'll change our savings into silver and barter for deer skins of chianti we won't read the news we'll just be dreaming the kind you get on the ligurian sea don't think i'm insane it's just that my wife and i would like to die on our very own time if we could in italy slow suicide by wine what if it's weak to grow old? slow suicide by wine
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we name the strays we name everyone we wanna love everything we wanna save everything we name the strays even the ones we don't like we name the strays we name everyone we wanna love everything we wanna save everything we name the strays even the ones we don't like everybody looks beautiful everybody's worth saving everybody got a place on this ship even though we're sinking we name the strays we name the strays we want to save everyone we name the strays like jesus would have done everyone looks down on this creation such is here we name the strays everyone carries a passport everyone knows our names we're all just getting famous on talk shows of the game we name the strays everybody looks beautiful everybody's worth saving everybody got a place on this ship even though we're sinking we name the strays just like jesus would have done we look down from on high everyone is worth saving everyone has a story everyone carries a message if you've got time to listen we name the strays
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Official release date: October 25

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released October 16, 2020

less rage more tears was produced mixed and recorded by marcus paquin at the bridge in montreal. additional production and mixing of ‘name the strays’ by matt schellenberg in winnipeg. drums were recorded by nick petrowski and marcus paquin at mixart in montreal. mastered by joão carvalho at joão carvalho mastering. photography, artwork and design by steve bays. an isadora records release.

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