Apocalyptic Radio Cynic

by Sidney York

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1.
Cold In Here 03:10
You leave stains on my windows You pick the locks on my doors This room’s a place of silence This hall’s a stage for whores I say black’s not your colour As you paint my face, you paint my face to the floor, to the floor! It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here… Strange dancing in the corner Your rhythmic liberties I hide my stamp collection as you smash my glass figurines It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here… It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here… Enter the heart, and plunge the heel through the chest The heart beats faster without frost on the edge Enter the heart, and bind the limbs to the bed It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here… It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here… It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here. It’s cold in here, it’s cold in here…
2.
Clink, clink the bottle, I need a little more (more, more, more)... The hint is sweet, but it’s not my glass to pout (pour, pour, pour) Take the stem from your fingertips to my lips (and drink it down)... It’s never tasted quite this way before... More, more more... pour, pour, pour... drink it down... But you’re not wine, and you’re not mine... And you’re not wine, and you’re not mine You’re not mine, you’re not mine, you’re not mine, you’re not... Swing, swing the anchor scraping at the sea (sea, sea, sea) The waves curl up but they never touch they let me be, be, be Toes in my raft, it shifts to etch a drift-forsaken path Take the tide your way, to stay with me... Sea, sea, sea... be, be, be... stay with me... And I’m not scared, when you’re not there And I’m not scared, when you’re not there You’re not there, you’re not there, you’re not there, you’re not... Stay, stay , stay... But you’re not wine, and you’re not mine And you’re not wine, and you’re not mine You’re not mine, you’re not mine, you’re not mine, you’re not...
3.
Doctor, I’m plagued with this painful malady, He’s not so much a man, he’s more like a respiratory disease. My glands distend, there’s chills in my bones, My tonsils swell and my throat is sore, And I feel my temperature rise, feel my temperature rise... And I feel my temperature rise, feel my temperature rise... Please infect me! The shortness of breath from his palm on my chest, I heave a gasp if I can. He tickles my throat, so I fain an uncontrollable cough that leaves blood on my hands! I wipe them clean, it leaves fingerprints on the sheets, the stains won’t go away! Away! Away! Lay down your instruments, doctor, it’s futile to start! You’re stethoscope will only prove, the futile beating of my heart! Please do not resuscitate, I’ve had my fill, You can unload the meds, but I won’t take the pill, The syringe penetrates to the bone, penetrates to the bone... The syringe penetrates to the bone, penetrates to the bone... Please inject me! The dizziness lush, the nausea savoury, cramping sweet, The fever burns forth, and the coolness of your hands round my throat is my only relief! Don’t operate, take me off the table it won’t help if I don’t want to be saved! Oh, be saved! Be saved! Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Unbandage me, unbandage me, Unbandage me, the scabs you made will always bind me. Unbandage me, the scabs you made will always bind me.
4.
Face on your pillow, nose to my heart. Pop-pop the eardrum and let the IROP start. My pepper pot, you shave me paper thin. Drip-drop the mask and activate the oxygen. (Activate the oxygen, activate the oxygen…) You get me! You get me so high! You get me! You get me so high with your Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! My Halloween, your Christmas card. My holiday, the nursing rhyming part. You wash, I fold—you may, I just might. You peak my frean, my bit and bite. (My bit and bite, my bit and bite…) You get me! You get me so high! You get me! You get me so high with your Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Teal wings they slice the clouds for you… for you, for me, for you…. for you, for me, for you… You! You get me so high! You! You get me so high! You get me! You get me so high! You get me! You get me so high with your Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love! Mile high love!
5.
You reap what you sow, to plant what you’re almost sure you know, A harvest of wrongs at the end of each September song. Opinions arouse with the touch of consensus from the crowd, A reveal of the truth dressed in t-shirts and cowboy boots, and faded suits… But I have something to say, The microphone falters and crackles away. Radio… Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio! Bearing the soul ‘tween the hours of noon and 4. Choose for yourself with the ears of everyone else. Don’t tell me what to do: Cause I can’t hear you, cause I can’t hear you, Cause I can’t hear you, cause I can’t… And I have something to hide, The frequency cuts through the inside and outside. Radio… Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio! Cause I can’t take this any longer, Cause I can’t take this any longer… But I have something to say, The microphone falters and crackles away. Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio! Let me go, Radio!
6.
Roll With Me 02:56
Your bright eyes set the spark that stokes my high, So blink, blink that flame that breeds my butterflies. I won’t let you know, won’t cause you trouble but I’ll Take the head of a cynic, with a heart like a puddle When I close my eyes I sense you at my side Hand to hand to heart to lips to feet... Roll with me oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh... I’ll wear my moccasins, and you bring your nit-pick tastes, Bring along your square peg and I’ll bring my round-ish space You looking sweet, and me in a fleeting sweat, You fixing fate, with me faking my own death. Our wheels won’t cease for miles, Long looks and half smiles Ice cream melts to cookie crumbed debris... Roll with me oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh... Wave your hand in front of me, Wave your hand provocatively, Roll you eyes, oh, don’t you see, You can’t take me so seriously, Wave your hand in front of me, Wave your hand provocatively, Roll you eyes, oh, don’t you see, You can’t take me so seriously, With sentiments denied, We subside to our own sides Floating out of hardened company... Stealing time where time had never been... Paint with light and show me what you see... Roll with me
7.
Adrian 04:13
Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian... You out your insecurities by swallowing the key, Saying sorry til you’re sore don’t mean a thing to me. the last stop on the line should be what gets you off, the rails are cold, the car is dark, your seat is warm, and you won’t disembark... Take your sorrows somewhere to unload, flaunt your failures on a centrefold! Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian... To watch you use a steak knife to hack off your slice of life, rip to shreds the subtleties a day provides Add weight to your opinion breaking glass and throwing stones. Shout slander at your friends and mumble half full threats on your microphone... Chart your flaws with marks upon the wall, wipe the soap off your own bathroom stall! Adrian
8.
Tell me, say that you will but you won’t, And you can, but you don’t, and you say I love you... You don’t have to tell me, I know that you do. You say that I’m the smart one but then we Both stand our ground while you try to outsmart me. Have I told you you’re funny? You don’t even need to try... For those who swim this deep The tadpoles only see... I launch this boat it sails to only you, Over the blue... Ooo... You watch sports on the TV while I read, You tell me the score like you think it concerns me And right now it doesn’t, but baby I’m learning. You smell sweet like a good bar of chocolate, Though it’s full, you made room for me in the closet. You putter, and ask where your slippers might, as if they were on my feet, For those who swim this deep The starfish only see... I launch this boat it sails to only you, Into the blue... Ooo... Ooo... Tell me, say that you will but you won’t And you can, but you don’t, and you say I love you... You don’t have to tell me, I know that you do.
9.
“Look into my face”, you plead with me just standing there, looking past your hair, into air, looking no where I’ll hold my smile just so, with sidewalk sensibility, show my teeth, strain my cheeks, just to look convincing When math and fractions don’t add up, because half a heart is not enough, And loving one is just as tough. Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Love me while you eat, adore me between every bite, let my skin, my chin, my ears, my elbows curb your appetite Sweet sunshine apogee, till bedtime when I brush my teeth, splash my face, spot of tea, all this love’s exhausting But I can’t fix this in my sleep, the director cast you out of my dream, And wrote you out of every scene. Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! I don’t want to make you love me, don’t wanna make you love me… I don’t want to make you love me, don’t wanna make you love me… I don’t want to make you love me, don’t wanna make you love me… I don’t want… Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions! Math and Fractions!
10.
Dick & Jane 02:18
Dick pulls the sheets away, says “Jane you look the same as you did yesterday, And the week before!” “Jane, where’s my head today? Ear left the pillow and my eye float away, I got a mind to be outdoors!” And where should we go? And where should we go? And where should we go? Jane lose those training wheels, the thought of leaving is so surreal, don’t leave this thought alone! Two wheels and handlebars, can’t see for the street signs and the motor cars, let’s find an open road! And where should we go? And where should we go? And where should we go? Dick, dear, the sun is low, I’ll lift my feet and let the wheels roll... And where should we go?

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released May 24, 2011

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Sidney York Calgary, Alberta

Sidney York is an electro glam-pop passion project by two former band geeks: Brandi Sidoryk and Krista Wodelet. Check out "Dick & Jane", theme song for "Hello, My Twenties" (AKA "Age of Youth"), syndicated worldwide and on Netflix.

Follow us on Instagram to see what we're up to now: @brandisidoryk & @kristawodelet
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