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by Fake Magic

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1.
Tonawanda 03:02
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While we were talking the moon got lost I ate an apple while you were gone But before it was even tossed We’d been given the boot Tag along Do you wanna Drive to Tonawanda? Hey, do you wanna Drive to Tonawanda? We’ll find a place with animals and Six hours of good sunlight and We can learn to build and drill and behave and Get ready to put up a damn good fight, yea We’ll find a place that’s manageable with Filthy people who are filled with life who are Ready to walk the talk they engage and Ready to put up a damn good fight Do you wanna tell me bout the 123, hey Do you wanna Drive to Tonawanda? Hey, do you wanna Drive to Tonawanda? We were talking the moon got lost I ate an apple while you were gone But before it was even tossed We’d been given the boot Tag along Rather be out here with you then Inside and all alone, no It’s doesn’t come from rhyme or reason It’s a part of the brain called home, so Wherever we go there’s Eden Go on, take the last bite, hell Nobody said that it was easy To put up a damn good fight Do you wanna talk about the 123, hey Hey, do you wanna Drive to Tonawanda? Hey do you wanna Go and drive to Tonawanda? While we were talking the moon got lost I ate an apple while you were gone But before it was even tossed We’d been given the boot Tag along
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Get Outta My Way 03:30
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On the street 200 clicks an hour Picking up a call again Sure could use a shower 3 hours left, 3 hours Every car is a snake Every light is a knife in the night Just coasting like a cloud Soaring like a kite mid-flight Everything’s so loud For the middle of the night Hey, get out of the way Get out of the way Flabbergasted, moves so fast Funny how long a moment lasts Until your prone, shot of Naloxone It’ll get you home 'till the nightmare passes Now we’re flying, part the seas Hit that siren blue and mean 11 tasks for Hercules Gotta be that beacon, shine that light away So, get out of the way Oh, get out of the way Started to say, what can I say About how it all gets swept away And I don’t lay down but it wears me down Yea, it drags me down a little more each day Out on the street, life is cheap I know I can do right To sail this wave I’m going to save Your mother-loving life tonight Away So, get out of the way Oh, get out of the way Get out of the way Get out of the way
3.
Still Gunna Love Me 03:18
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The sweet collective smile of a full crowd Paid to cheer and adore me I barely fit in my new suit It’s a fitting allegory, I guess Let’s rile ‘em up with a fist pound They are but made of clay and I'll bury you in soft ground My dear, you’re still gonna love me As I pull the plug out, hey c’mon Follow me down into sunk cost fallacy, hey I’m pulling the rug out baby Follow me down, follow me down, down to the ground The crowd is churning, turning Running out of stories Can’t get this stain off my blue suit, shoot No return to former glory, I guess Time to buy the house a few rounds They are but made of clay while I bury you in soft ground My dear, you’re still gonna love me When I pull the plug out You better follow me down into sunk cost fallacy - hey I’m pulling the rug out so Follow me down, look at me down, down on the ground Look at me I’m starting to bug out, baby Follow me down, look at me dad, look at me now Sometimes I get a little ticked off By those who dare deplore me Talking the fire and the shadows Of some old allegory, I guess Time to hit em up with a few rounds They are but made of clay and I’ll bury you in soft ground My dear, you’re still gonna love me
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Hang 'em High 02:44
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It’s a call to arms that I should leave this place With my head held high I accept disgrace Don’t care who you are, it’s too little too late Got a call to arms, I've gotta' leave this place Hang 'em high It’s a call to arms when your feeling drained By these prison guards and the dogs they've trained If there’s something to do, well you’d better do it well Got a whole lot of time back inside that cell Hang 'em high It's a crooked world but I’m going straight Once I figure out what it takes to break clean Gotta cut and dry and lay it all out On a brand new high you’re gonna hear me shout Hang 'em high You know I ain't got a lot to say
5.
Ohio 02:32
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Ohio There’s a bar on the edge of town It wasn’t there then, it isn’t there now They used to let you smoke cigarettes And you would sit and hope to forget I can’t recall if it had a name It’s got one now, but it’s not the same, yea Every now and then, I think I’ve caught the scent But I lose my place and have to start again Ohio All the ferns Smelled like ashtrays But I've never been there Never quite that way See, there’s a girl a few blocks down From what I hear, she's doing better now But we used to smoke cigarettes And we would sit and hope to forget And I can’t recall if it was love Or if she was sent from up above Ohio
6.
Parking Lot 03:11
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Quarter to midnight Whistling dixie Soak in the moonlight We're taking a drive Sirens and whippets Patrol the parking lot And all you needs a little bit, hey When you're taking a dive All you got is time thrown at the power lines And a knapsack full of bad ideas on your mind Learn to control All of the streetlights Ketamine, cupcakes, hey Something to try Warm off the bourbon Strictly suburban We’re made of asphalt And we own the night And all we’ve got is time thrown at the power lines And a knapsack full of bad ideas on our minds and If you’re so inclined We can pick up where we left last night At a quarter to midnight Quarter to midnight When all we had was time Never know when it’s the time of your life So, if you’re so inclined We could pick up where we left last night At a quarter to midnight Quarter to midnight
7.
Singing Stones 02:19
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No lessons learned For tourist dynamos Who say they’re sworn To run with the buffalo “Paid good cash, now start the show” Saying “we were born to run with the buffalo” Fair thee well, those singing stones You best leave... (Lord give you self-control when they’re singing to your soul) ...them things alone Don’t get too close The ranger said “You get that horn, wish you was dead Once gored, always eating crow Never again run with the buffalo” Fair thee well, those singing stones You best leave them things alone Oh, fair thee well, those singing stones They bring a world... (Lord, give you self-control when they're singing to your soul) ...best left unknown Fair thee well, those singing stones You best leave
8.
In the Valley 03:37
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Racked your brain in To pass the training Cause there’s a plane they got Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey Night and day, working on things that you can’t say Man, that’s the way here Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey Miles away, miles away on the other side of town Some folk say at night she comes up from the underground, so wait for it Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me Got to be a way to prove it without a doubt Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me Some nights she’s all I can think about She senses weight And she rides just like a wave And boy, she cuts through space like butter Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey But for your sake, pal Walk away, walk away now 'Cause it ain’t safe here Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey Miles away, miles away on the other side of town Folk see lights, yea sure, but they never hear a sound, wait for it Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me Through the doors I seen her without a doubt Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me Some nights she’s all I can think about Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me I swear to god I seen her without a doubt Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me Some nights she’s all I can think about
9.
Father 02:34
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Take us up to heaven Save our souls Well we bought the shoes, stopped the booze And listened to the teachings We’re working cyber-sec And watching Star Trek on the weekends Our vehicle’s pristine, we’re living clean We’re well connected Lord forgive java chip ice cream That stuff is near divine I don’t know, I don’t know When we get to heaven I don’t know, I don’t know What they've got there But since we heard the news, got walking blues We knew that it was coming Since down the hall they snipped our balls We’re all missing something Put our shoulders to the wheel and make a deal with ourselves To honour and obey these ancient cosmic vibrations I don’t know when we get to heaven All I know is we’re dying to get there It’s a cycle, it’s a season We’re recycled for a reason And if we are to be ordained This web site it must be maintained To reach a new perspective Got to follow prime directive This old flesh and these old bones Are just stepping stones Father, he came to me And told me to prepare for entry Father, he came to me And told me to prepare for entry Father
10.
Always Nice 03:43
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You don’t need advice Just a cool place to be I hear the weather’s always nice Down the coast’s the place to be, oh Gonna find a place where it’s always nice x3 Gonna catch on fire But if you ask my advice, please do As you head down into the valley Make sure the weather’s always nice down in LA Down the coast's the place to be, oh Take the I-405 to the 10 Take the auto-drive on out for a spin  Take the 101 to the 7-1-0  Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again Take the I-405 to the 10 Take the auto-drive on out for a spin  Take the 101 to the 7-1-0  Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again Heed this advice, it won’t come again As you turn and descend into the belly of the beast I hope the weather’s always nice down in LA Down the coast’s the place to be Far as you can get from East Take the I-405 to the 10 then Take the auto-drive on out for a spin friend Take the 101 to the 7-1-0  Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again       Take the I-405 to the 10 Take the auto-drive on out for a spin friend Take the 101 to the 7-1-0  Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again Much as I try, can’t stand these ordinary people x4

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released October 30, 2020

Mix - Simon Larochette at The Sugar Shack
Master - Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering
Lead Guitar on Tracks 3 & 7 - Cory Williams

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Fake Magic Toronto, Ontario

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Call it dork rock, indie rock, suburban rock... call it a cab and take it down to Weird Street.
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