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1.
Changes 04:28
Our tunes of changed since when we first met. Now our melodies run so dissonant. I’ve got no thoughts i’ve got no guilty plea. You’ve got something that you want to tell me. Keep your pistol down by your side. You leave the room once i say my peace. Your saving face but your clearly not pleased. Keeping all your true thoughts inside your head: Inpenetrable fortress. Keep your sweaty hands unclenched by your side. I've got no no no time for this! You’ve got such guile, and unwarranted grace. A little problem with saving face.but me I’ve got nothing to hide. Sonic boom i hit you then you explode. I’ve got my things though, I'm ready to hit the road. Won't miss your shit-grin; your stupid smile.
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"I want what you are on!" She says that "It’s homegrown". You’ve got your own op? What op? it’s love i got. You dance up on your toes. Getting higher grows perspective that you can’t fake. I can’t believe that i am awake! You can run but you can’t hide. I’ve got my songs stuck inside your head when you got bed. Wake up! This is enough! Sold me on your dreams of man: one day we’ll understand what it takes to survive. "That’s fucking teamwork!" I’m so far gone. So far from home. Can I stay the night? You should get it, you should get it now. Stop your wandering around the subject matter at hand. Why don’t you understand?
3.
A white sheen crystaline tornado twisting, coming for me. no debris just bent beams of light, trembling in the air. when you’re certain you’ll never see this sight again I stop and stare, lucid-aware hold onto the things that can’t exist you know i swear, i saw you there A mind so keen and subtleties, endearing, yes, but lovely to me. We’ll agree i’ll unbelieve, my preconceptions of the word ‘happy’. when you’re certain you’ll never see this sight again I stop and stare, lucid-aware hold onto the things that can’t exist you know i swear, i saw you there
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my feet planted in the ground you lift me up, spin me around i close my eyes, and prepare for flight what’s on deck for tonight? i can’t recant; or supplant my stance you’re so graceful when you dance tear the ground around you to shreds let’s make a warzone of your bed Tear me to pieces; i’ve got the creases on my face in all the right places You’re not the one: not real life love. Agree, with me, i’m not some keen on the weight that you carry. i will sit and catch my breath. i’m in impressed by your breadth. I hold your face in my hands, i feel your cheeks expand. Suddenly then, we depend on me not leaving my bed. Tear me to pieces; i’ve got the creases on my face in all the right places You’re not the one: not real life love. mirrors and smoke shattered evokes
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I didn’t get it when you said indefinite. Misinterprated every word you’ve said since the day we met. You play your mind games. Simple conversations go over your head; stuttering relapses. Don’t know you well enough to diagnose your health. Wish that i could help. It's far gone the point is lost - we’ve had a firey crash I'm headed off to my own new thing. I'm glad you’ve disappeared and evaporated from my existence. (muted cries and jeers) Check it out: i’m happier today years wasted away dancing around to your emotional ballad. I trampled on your toes. I guess this is how it goes. Our points lost in our prose. Fingers pointed, feelings burned. I’ll kill this giant. Tried to be your friend
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Fist Fight 03:03
Deep inside I cannot deny it: I fantasize and dream about it. Self inflicted wounds just try it. Black eye goggles, bloodshot eye balls. Trivial childlike desires. Adrenaline gets you higher. I’ve got a pair of violent deciders, and piles of bludgeoned transit riders. Crumbs of brick stuck to my knuckles. Nerve endings crushed to bits. Skin discoloured and calloused over. Puffy eyes shrunk to slits. Soft upbringings. Fresh wounds bleeding. Dead eyes glaring. It’s only red I’m seeing. Blood pressure rising, pupils dilating, sweaty fists clenching: it’s only red I’m seeing. Simple civilities out the window. The only courtesy: no low blows. Then for a moment before we clash: everything else comes to pause.
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released October 18, 2012

Jason Jang - Vocals, Guitar
Sebastian Lesch - Vocals, Bass, Oohs, Aahs
Greg Muhlbock - Drums

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Convoys Toronto, Ontario

A Convoys set usually ends in a puddle of sweat and with jaws firmly planted on the floor. After a successful 3 years of playing in Toronto and greater area, they have garnered a growing following, and continue to impress audiences with their high-energy and tight live show. ... more

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