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Lyrics to Different Paths

Sorry Baby
(Martine Groulx)

So sorry baby, I’ve had this wall for way too long
Oh sorry baby, I just don’t know where I belong
So sorry baby, you’ve had your chance, leave me alone

I thought of you, in my bed
It was not love, I guess I misled
But then this guy showed up instead

My carelessness, like yours, was misread
Wedding questions brought on so my desire fled
All this forgotten, I’ll stay alone instead.

Mostly Harmless
(Martine Groulx)

I held the wheel, one prairie afternoon.
Signs flew by, saying we’d be there soon.
You read out loud from a Douglas Adams’ book.
Your voice cracked and that’s all it took.

You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.
You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.

We stopped the car, a few miles from Brandon.
Your breath on my neck. My teeth on your chin.
I laid my head on some old magazine.
You smiled and said: “Is it as cozy as it seems?”

You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.
You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.

We stared at the sky from that giant field.
My heart was racing like you wouldn’t believe.
You kissed my lips, got into the driver’s seat.
I closed the door, I had to admit defeat.

You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.
You only loved me in that dress, you sure loved me in that dress.
You sure loved me in that dress
I sure loved you in that dress, I sure loved you in that dress.

28 balloons
(Michel Dupuy, Martine Groulx)

When you come back, I’ll already be gone
Feeling a little happy and undone
Well, that’s all right, because I’m already lost
I’ll just close my eyes and try to adjust
To the hospital lights and the spinning of the room
Up in a tree, there are 20 balloons

But then you said, it wasn’t just a lie, you said that one day I would fly
You said that all wasn’t lost; you said that I would make it across

I remember the rain made your eyes greener
And the way the doctor said you were still in danger
But I don’t mind because somewhere along the way`
I found out I was more at peace everyday
With the fact that sometimes dogs have to get shot
And somehow people manage to get caught

But then you said, it wasn’t just a lie, you said that one day I would fly
You said that all wasn’t lost; you said that I would make it across

Your fridge and I, the insomniac
(Martine Groulx)

It’s in your machine, where I still believe

Woke up at dawn, no one around, only a groan
I felt all alone, in my old home, without a phone

Sound filled the room, just like a tomb, thick as a fume
I felt all alone, in my old home, without a phone

It’s in your machine, where I still believe

Eulogy
(Martine Groulx)

The stale green color of a hospital corridor
The magazine that we’ve all seen before
But then the surgeon opened up the door
The police, a nurse, the answer we were waiting for

You left me without leaving; he left while I was grieving
I stood there without breathing, my thoughts were missing meaning

So what am I supposed to do now?
You made this choice, I don’t know how
I felt your pain but I can’t connect
You looked at me with your eyes filled with greater

These years I passed with you by my side
Looking at me with your eyes filled with pride
Are now a past that should be left behind
Our love has now been left paralyzed

You left me without leaving; he left while I was grieving
I stood there without breathing, my thoughts were missing meaning

Mixing business with pleasure
(Martine Groulx, Patrick Watson)

You know what? You’re right; it does come down to fear
The thought of an endless fight is bringing down these tears
We’ve been here side by side for the best part of two years
I’m keeping my head up high because my conscious is clear

Remember when we were looking up at the shine of the stars?
Isn’t it sad that we never made it out of the fog?

I could have told you something
I could have tried in so many words

I think you said it best, when you said we’d be just fine
It was all one big test for our ethics and our spine
It’s true that I’m content although the struggle is undefined
The money’s all been spent but my truth keeps me in line

Remember when we were looking up at the shine of the stars?
Isn’t it sad that we never made it out of the fog?

I could have told you something
I could have tried in so many words

I guess I always knew it was never meant to last
Your voice and your smile would become a thing of the past
I’ll always keep with me your teachings and your laugh
And the good times we had from Vancouver to Halifax

Remember when we were looking up at the shine of the stars?

I could have told you something
Ain’t got the time and I ain’t got the words
I could have told you something
I Ain’t the kind who stands on the curb

I could have told you something
I could have tried in so many words

Shining lights

Promises
(Martine Groulx)

You promised you’d stay, but I don’t see you around
I promise you’ll pay
Now the sun is coming down, it’s like I never saw it before
But you’re not around anymore

I always sing about my fear of abandonment, it’s the same old thing
But I couldn’t resist dragging out this old cliché from the back of my list, anyway.

So I guess I’ll stop trying to figure all this out
It’s not really my fault
I just can’t believe that there’s not more to life than this
I’d feel really relieved to be missed.

Cracked egg
(Martine Groulx)

Your fingertips against my lips, the thought of you and then…
It almost felt like home

If you come over, I swear, I will rest my head
Into your shoulder, I swear, I’ll make you stay in bed
If you come over, I swear that I’ll calm down

Beatrice
(Martine Groulx)

So you told me, one more question and you’ll be out the door
I can’t help it, I always wanted more
And you stood there, in my kitchen, poured yourself a drink
And your stories, they couldn’t help me think

I’m so sorry that it had to end this way
I was hoping you’d be back for just one more day

So we walked back to the staircase and you gave me a hug
And you promised that I wouldn’t stay in love
You made your way to the subway and I was left alone
The glass shattered, my body turned to stone

So my summer, so eventful, made my loves intertwined
And I blamed you for somebody else’s crime
But I’m still here always hoping, to see you by my side
But I promise, I’ll keep it all inside.

Lyrics to Empty Picture Frames

Nostalgia
(Michel Dupuy)

Nostalgia is a girl on a bed
With a gun to my head
Sun is pouring from the window and your hair
Nothing feels better than sin
Than a swim through the wind
I’m a king with the sky and your skin

They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray

If you start beating on the mattress
There’s got to be something wrong
With your eyes and your soul
Popping acids for dessert
Loving your folks all the same
Just like entering the desert with the rain

They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray

When will you get me out of here?
When will I forget about this room?
When will the Virgin on the wall see me bloom?

They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
I’m afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They’re coming for you
There’s nothing I can do
Guess this time it’s no use for you to pray

How I got evicted from my office
(Michel Dupuy and Martine Groulx)

Run home,
sing myself a song
As the leaves brush your skin
Imitating a Viet Kong
The night is mute,
Can hear your heart in the distance
Your vision’s acute
Own a radio that can make you sing
That can make you sleep by the lake
I’m sure

But you wouldn’t know,
You never fear at all
You wouldn’t know
You never fear at all
And I must tell you
I am offended by the dirt on your lips

Get out,
You’ve been worrying much too long
About the weather outside
And the fate of everyone
The time has come
To take your life in your own hands
It’s just begun,
I know a place in the middle of town
Where you could always try to be yourself
I’m sure

But you wouldn’t know,
You never cared at all
You wouldn’t know
You never cared at all
And I must tell you
I am offended by the crack in your smile

Your biological clock is giving me a headache
(Martine Groulx)

So here we are
Just like three years ago
Looking at the stars
Wondering where to go
You told me
You had plans of your own
You told me
Your dreams have grown

But where does that leave me?

Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff

So here you are
Always wanting more
Never quite
Leaving the door
You should be
Moving to the suburbs
You should be
Hearing wedding bells

I should be letting you go
Instead of keeping you in hell

Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff
Such a shame, love isn’t enough
Such a shame, you called my bluff

I’m just wondering
What do we do now?


We forgot the Camera

(Gabriel Rousseau)

No one said this would be everlasting
But no one said we shouldn’t try
I watch the leaves run down your face
I see the sky turn the shade of your eyes

But…

I can’t see you again
I can’t see you from here
I can’t see you… ever

No one said this would be like the movies
I didn’t think it would play out that way
It never works right in real time
You need the cuts you need the paste

But…

I can’t bear to see you gone
I can’t bear to see you lost
‘Cause you don’t know your way home
From here

What kind of fucking gift is that?
(Martine Groulx)

I always wondered why you never let me touch your face
Was is because you were shy or you thought it wasn’t my place
I don’t think we saw eye to eye on any political matter
We feel time pass slowly by while our bodies age much faster
Maybe it’s my rational side that wants things to be this way
I always wanted to contrive a plan to prevent you to stay
You never gave me a chance to tell you my side of the story
I know he said you should take offense but my intentions were truly friendly

I guess the good thing about all this is that Rémi seems really happy
What was perceived as viciousness somehow fit in his reality

Serpent
(Michel Dupuy)

I’m shaking, I’m shaking and I can’t think straight
My muscles are twitching and I’m in that state
Where my guts are swollen and inflate my stomach

My body’s a ship, my mind’s a wreck. I’m biting my fingers and scratching my neck
My skin is of stone, my heart is of wax

Seems it’s always been that way, you’re the foot, and I’m the serpent
All the poison limbs are turning gray, as for my sins, I should repent

I’m hit, I’m hit but I’m not falling down, the noise is loud but I can’t hear a sound
My consciousness is getting thinner

You’re over there but I can’t see that far, I’m driving really fast in some old car
I’m missed the turn, I burst my brain

Zoe
(Michel Dupuy, Martine Groulx, Gabriel Rousseau)

You know why you came here, you thought you had it in you
Doesn’t it hurt to know you’re empty? Strange how heavy’s a hallow body

Nights are cold when you’re nowhere, can’t you get to the next town?
And your heart’s as dry as the moon. Its dust fakes a white glare

Its dust fakes a white glare, we discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don’t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets

Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good deeds
Deeds will get you nowhere, took more than you could bear
Should never have looked, got lost in your stare

Don’t mind the smell, it will keep you warm. Keep your spirit off her breath
If the gear’s too tight, it will rip your arms. We’ve disconnected your headset

We’ve disconnected your headset, we’ve discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don’t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
We’ve discussed this matter before
Now I think you should shut up, ‘Cause that voice of yours
It’s got no core
You might as well give up

… and the Pronouns you rode in on
(Martine Groulx)

The key still works after all these years
But the doorknob just doesn’t look the same
There’s a leak in the roof, in the kitchen
The sink is filled with rain
There’s an old unfinished painting leaning against the wall
A young who really looks in pain
Some broken windows are hanging from the ceiling
By old rusty chains

I know they closed this place down
A long time ago
But there’s no return address

All that’s left of me is a picture I took a that alley

A stack of paper, a broken pen
And that old aquarium you built
The cracks on the floor, a wooden desk
And the bench where we never got to sit

I know they closed this place down
A long time ago
But there’s no return address

Lyrics for Phone Booth
(Martine Groulx, Gabriel Rousseau)

When I think about that night, last summer in the park
Starring at that couple, making out in the dark

Their bodies tangled, I couldn’t tell them apart
Our love was ending, but they were just at the start

I never should’ve made that phone call
I should’ve just bashed my head right there against the wall
But I’m not going to spend my life in this stall
I’ll get out of here even if I have to crawl

I leaned in closer, trying not to make a sound
They took off their clothes, they were sure they couldn’t be found
I smiled and turned to you, you were staring at the moon
It was bright and orange; it was going to be midnight soon

Smoke has risen, showing all your faults
Your blaze has been extinguished, your charm is now gone
The veil’s been lifted; I see your eyes now clearly
And I can’t fathom why, for the life of me

That’s when I realised; I was far from your mind
And this time we spent together, it was going to be for the last time
We started heading home and the couple did the same.
I looked at them, I envied their little game

I never should’ve made that phone call
I should’ve just bashed my head right there against the wall
But I’m not going to spend my life in this stall
I’ll get out of here even if I have to crawl

Country Song
(Martine Groulx)

I don’t think I can go on
I can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong
I tried to make it go away
But somehow it managed to stay

It’s so much easier to keep things the same
It’s so much harder when there’s no one to blame

Handicapped Covergirl
(Michel Dupuy)

I know that this will sound conceited
But I don’t think the world existed before me
Therefore I should have my own Country
My personal trainer and my army

‘Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me

I personally have nothing against you
But I know that one day I just might
And since right now I have no one to write to
I’ll pretend I’m not a bastard tonight

Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me

The storyline is pretty thin
But the violent scenes fill up the holes
I’ve had one to many punches on the chin
To give a fuck about your poor souls

Cause I’m a handicapped Covergirl
And I travel all alone around the world
And when my plane’s over the sea
I sometimes wish the world would blow up around me

Mistaking street lights for satellites
(Gabriel Rousseau)

If one thing’s clear, it’s that summer’s over and autumn is dying on us
Bitter cold makes it hard to warm each other’s hearts
What should be warm embraces are stifled by fabric
Kisses land on dry lips

But you look so good in that coat
I could be wrong but you’ve never looked so vulnerable
The word fragile works better

Sorry.

If one thing’s clear, it’s that trees reflect our state of mind
Bare-naked, shaking and grey
Sky that shade of grey that nobody likes
As we sort through photographs of summer vacation,
I’m reminded that it will come again

But your body feels so much better in this warm bed
Fighting against the frost in my window, we stare
The peeling of skin works better, works better.

Thanks.