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Rare Americans

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Verse 1 I thought my hands were making moves But the lands and the grooves Unequivocally proved the truth How did I get so confused? My path, totally askew Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew Could have been so much more shrewd With my moves and eschewed The fast buck, the too good to be true revenues Thought i was just payin’ dues Next thing I know, interviewed Now stuck in a life sentence queue Raged up, caged up in a screw loose zoo And all I view is bad news crews Face tattooed, gunning for you Chorus Got lost, clowder, group of cats Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats Numbers matter, we’re all stats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats Verse 2 Just pining, second chance at the life I blew Just whining, about the permanent concrete view Resigning, dad times were far and few My kid grew up, “no pops” tattoo Weight, can’t pay back I O U Daily praying, life was peek a boos Story time with Winnie the pooh Right through to a, big debut For you, but I don’t a thing about you Nothing about you Could be livin’ like your old man Testin the avenue But I don’t have a fucking clue I don’t have a fucking clue Chorus Got lost, clowder, group of cats Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats Numbers matter, we’re all stats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats Cat’s, dog’s Cat’s, dog’s, and rats
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Moss Park 02:29
Verse 1 You can learn a lot about life, from Moss Park I’m 20 years in, still scared of the dark I’ve seen it all, I sleep under the lights I’ve got scars from the tar and the bites from the night Alright It’s alright I sleep in late on the grass, when its nice The park bench baby, when the air is ice Breakfast is hot, handout church rice Begging and scrounging, men are mice Rise and shine, crack a beer 365 Saturdays a year Chorus Im starvin' I can not eat no more Im lyin' I can not cheat no more Im beggin I can not keep no more My sole, my will, my heart, I’m living dark Man I’m living dark in Moss park man I live in the dark I live in the d-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ark Verse 2 I’m fucked up man, beyond belief I’m quiverin shiverin, there is no relief I’m on the shady, side of the street I’m starched, I’m parched, Barely out of the heat I just collapsed, will awake all confused Cant remember if I was just fucked up or abused I go hard, I go high I chirp at the passers, on the sides Wear a hat that reads " too high to die" Chorus Im starvin' I can not eat no more Im lyin' I can not cheat no more Im beggin I can not keep no more My sole, my will, my heart - I’m living dark Man I’m living dark in Moss park man I live in the dark I live in the d-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ark It’s get-ting dark It’s time
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Intro Stop, drop, roll, explore Put out fires, to start some more Rewards, little wars Verse 1 I walked to the corner, went in the store Familiar the smell, bourbon and quarts Cashier said, nice to see you again I smiled, I grabbed my shit and left Hours later, numb in the face I got to her house, a dodgy place She walked bent over, a crippled back Years of abuse, wrong side of the tracks She offered me a vodka cran Asked me if I had a plan Hesitant to say what I was thinking, god damn Chorus I’m treading the same rake I’m way above the stakes A bullet, a bullet Is on it’s way to me A bullet, A bullet It’s life or death for me I’m on my own and I’m so alone Re-Intro Stop, drop, roll, explore Put out fires, to start some more Rewards, little wars Verse 2 She sat in the corner, smoked on the floor I asked her what lead to becoming a whore “Careers were never my closest friend and cash is king, my divided To pick my brain, and watch me pall” A cloud of smoke, numbed her fall I watched her as she pierced into her veins She said she was stuck, worst of the beds the ugliest place, that she ever had been Balmoral Hotel, the best of the inns Supplies are steady, you can begin Your quest to freedom, calm your skin Fear diminish, start again I’ve kinda always wondered what that meant Chorus I’m treading the same rake I’m way above the stakes A bullet, a bullet Is on it’s way to me A bullet, A bullet It’s life or death for me I’m on my own and I’m so alone
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Garbage Day 02:51
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Verse 1 My memory, my lungs They keep me, up for months I take time now, need rest I’m not 16, lackin’ cheques Time is just another night I take it as it comes The words just don’t mean all that much This is just another show I call it as I see Average tricks don’t work on me Chorus 1 Night after night Miscounting sheep and losing sight Night after night Up for hours, goes the fight Verse 2 I’ve got not one, complaint In my head, quiet debate If I had it, over again Advice that I would lend  So so is state of mind I take a hard look Can’t find the answers in the books Hum drum is on attack And it got your mom and dad Now it wants you just as bad Chorus 2 Time after time I can see, mirror doesn’t lie Time after time I can’t find the reason why Is it too late for me? Vivid! – own referee Pivot! Longevity Is it too late for me? Is it too late for me? Is it too late for me?
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I vs I 01:46
ost in a trillion shades Of grey I’m looking every which way The path is overgrown and I got a broken phone Pills red or blue man, what should I do? I’m just trying to get used to my own shoes Navigator, navigator Navigator on my own I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) Should I get in bed with you? Should I get in bed with you? See hope, love, woe, decay See em all every day Things you overhear Voices, hundred, my ear Im lookin' for a direction I can stick to Im lookin’ for a path just like you Navigator, navigator Navigator on my own I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) I vs I vs I vs I (find my way) Should I get in bed with you? Should I get in bed with you? Getting used to my own shoes (I vs I) I get used to my own shoes (I vs I) I get used to my own shoes (I vs I) I get used to my own shoes (I vs I)
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Hands Free 02:22
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It Was You 03:05
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Pay Me Back 02:13
Mama don’t want me 5 years old Mama don’t want him 5 years old And I was the one who offered him a home I didn't know then, I didn't know at all I didn’t have a son after all I had a hand biting sinner at our family dinner He tricked me out of my precious family home You won it all boy You got a street named after you You blew your brains out Never said a single word that was true You won the lotto kid, you had it all Swear you won the lotto, you had it all You fucking idiot You fucking gambler You’ll burn yourself right to the ground You fucking idiot You fucking coward You’ll burn yourself right to the ground You tiny little man I’ve drawn the line down in the sand You with your crossed fingers, swear to god and shake my hand The world is mostly good, people hope and pray Sometimes it just takes a while for it to look that way Pay me back, pay me back Pay me back, you cant Pay me back, pay me back Pay me back, you cant You fucking idiot You fucking gambler You’ll burn yourself right to the ground You fucking idiot You fucking coward You’ll burn yourself right to the ground You fucking idiot You fucking coward You’ll burn yourself right to the ground You fucking idiot You fucking coward You’ll burn yourself right to the ground
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Wake Up 02:13

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released August 10, 2018

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Rare Americans Vancouver, British Columbia

Not crooked in the sense we’re criminals, in fact we barely have a speeding ticket between us. Crooked in the sense that we see the world a little crooked, we tell stories with slants. We sing for characters who rarely take the straight path.

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