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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Christmas Time in Toronto

Oh oh yea
So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello'

I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code

We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno but it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

We got this power to generalize when everything explodes

The certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown, you're gonna let us in though your technically closed must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

Let's have a toast!

To charity, wickedness, dope

A toast!
To the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow

You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show you're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope you might as well try and get milk from your elbow though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke, your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow "always the wind and the persistent snow gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" (Chekhov)

Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

Let's have a toast!

To charity, fixedness, hope

A toast!

To the day after tomorrow

the day after tomorrow



Song Bio

Fiendishly starved for Christmasy things, I wrote this song in the city. The best part of it is Chekhov's: "always the wind and the persistent snow gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat." I love Julie's voice here. - Oh oh yea So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello' I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno but it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto We got this power to generalize when everything explodes the certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown you're gonna let us in though youâ??re technically closed must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto Let's have a toast! To charity, wickedness, dope A toast! To the day after tomorrow Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show you're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope you might as well try and get milk from your elbow though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow "always the wind and the persistent snow gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" (Chekhov) Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto Let's have a toast! To charity, fixedness, hope A toast! To the day after tomorrow Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow

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