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Answer the Night
03:43
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I picked up your signal through fir and hemlock,
From a past life, from lake to ocean
The winds are wailing, your heart my hearth,
I still don’t know what a circle is worth,
Long distance call came in beige touchstone,
I answered your question and I hung up the phone
My god, the thunder, I heard you cry
My god, the thunder, answer the night
Now it’s raining through Grantham’s fog,
So rush the swells, the push and the pull
Watching the stray logs slowly drown,
I heard the whales are back in the Sound,
The phosphorescence, this sleeting want,
All my efforts in self-détente
My god, the thunder, the jealous sky,
My god, the thunder, answer the night
The clouds are smoking like Chekhov’s gun,
Like Joni and her love songs,
They’re complicated, but not unkind,
These conversations of heart and of mind,
So hush the silver and court the spark,
It’s just the ocean rolling after dark
My god, the thunder, look in my eye,
My god, the thunder, answer the night
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Return to Earth
03:29
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If I am a barge at sea
Please don’t put your cars on me
Just leave them there on the island
Drive them around til they all break down
And you’re stuck
And no one has a tow truck
And the only mechanic moved away
The cars can sit out in the trees
With headlights staring at the sea
They’ll just sit and watch as I return to earth
If I am an old back road
In the winter where the snowplows don’t go
Leave me there in a blizzard
No snowbanks on the side
No yellow lines
Until the spring
And all the potholes it brings
And all the drivers reroute
The trees will fall, the weeds will grow
A stream will wash right through the road
You’ll just sit and watch as I return to earth
If we had a radio
Kept it with us wherever we’d go
We’d tune it to our favourite station
The antennas just right
We’d listen all night
Until it died
Until it was completely fried
We’d wait quietly and hope it made some noise
We’d stare silently as our hope was destroyed
We’d wait and we’d return to earth
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3. |
U-turn
04:19
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I’m listening to a train
Through the window of my car
There’s no need to check where I’m going
Cause I’ve already turned around
Safe and sound
Here I’m fine, here I’m better off,
At least that’s what I say to myself,
There’s no need to document it,
No one else needs to know,
It’s time to go
I’m going back, I’m going back
I won’t have changed a whole whack
I’ll be the same, I’ll be the same,
I won’t have learned a single thing
Now I’m listening to the rain,
Through the window of my home,
There’s no need to ask me about it,
Please just let it slip your mind,
And so will I
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4. |
Dead Flowers & Postcards
04:05
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I watched you and your sister drive away
She was belting out Sheryl Crowe
The next day we said goodbye again
I was leaning out my car window
You picked some wildflowers from a ditch
I left them on the dash the whole way
You said you understand you’re just
disappointed that I didn’t stay
It’s okay, it’s just a let down
A phone call is as close as we get now
It’s not so bad, it’s just a let down
Dead flowers and postcards, that’s all that I have left
Staggering home in the middle of the road
Watching tonight become the next day
You asked me how I’m feeling
I lied, I said I’m okay
It’s a race against July
It’s a race to a log and back
I drove all the way to a different ocean and I’m still a sad sack
It’s okay, it’s just a let down
A phone call is as close as we get now
It’s not so bad, it’s just a let down
Dead flowers and postcards, that’s all that I have left
I’m waiting for your phone call on the beach
I’m anxious about what to say
I’ve put this off for the last two weeks
How’s the weather out there anyway
It’s okay, it’s just a let down
A phone call is as close as we get now
It’s not so bad, it’s just a let down
Dead flowers and postcards, that’s all that I have left
Beach glass and some photographs, that's all that I have left
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Mat Hughes Nova Scotia
Listening to Mat Hughes is like pouring brown butter & cinnamon directly into your ear
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It's like scratching an itch you didn't know you had. Like finding $20, crying in the shower, proving your therapist wrong, reliving all the times in your life where you have caught feelings, embracing your inner sad boi, toasting raviolis in an air fryer, and going on an autumn drive in Eastern Canada.
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