Released: June 3, 2003

Battle of the Nudes

  1. Into the Night
  2. Figment
  3. Christmas Time in Toronto
  4. Willow Logic
  5. Pascal's Submarine
  6. 11th Fret
  7. Who By Rote
  8. Steeplechase
  9. More Me Less You
  10. We're hardcore
  11. Pillform, No. 2
  12. Pillform, No. 1
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11th Fret

So this is fucking off by degrees and I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like music that dances from glowing apartments as shadows entwine into a creamy darkness like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects all the colours of evening and the onset of lights like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight.

So this is enacting ecstasy and I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like shoveling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust' might turn up the heat and make us into one person but then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow and we melt away, melt away,



Song Bio

This is a George and Tammy and Bowie tune. "At least you're lying to me" ....ya know, like at least we're still talking to each other. Good n pathetic. "shovelling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, this is a drug bust." I like that. Clarkie had this great idea to make the end shot of "Pascal's" the first shot of "11th Fret." It's my favourite moment on the record. Great Josh acoustic. - So this is fucking off by degrees and I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like music that dances from glowing apartments as shadows entwine into a creamy darkness like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects all the colours of evening and the onset of lights like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight. So this is enacting ecstasy and I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like shoveling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust' might turn up the heat and make us into one person but then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow and we melt away, melt away,

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