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Weapons-Grade Love
03:46
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Secret meeting in the hallway
Hidden shapes in darkened doorways
Someone hiding round the corner
Watch your back now
Just a feeling in your chest and
Someone breathing down your neck
Feel your heart race, feel it stop dead
Watch your back now
This is the motive
This is the smoking gun
This is weapons grade love, this is weapons grade love
This is the footprint
This is the latex glove
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
Ring her up and try to warn her
Think you know her, the informer
Hide the list of names and numbers
Watch your back now, oh oh oh
Count them up and try to mark them
Paper, wood and plastic cartons
Bodies buried in the garden
Watch your back now
This is the poison
This is the nuclear bomb
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
This is the witness
This is the steel and blood
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
This is the motive
This is the smoking gun
This is weapons grade love, this is weapons grade love
This is the footprint
This is the latex glove
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
You pull the pin and run away
This is the poison
This is the nuclear bomb
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
This is the witness
This is the steel and blood
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
This is the motive
This is the smoking gun
This is weapons grade love, this is weapons grade love
This is the footprint
This is the latex glove
This is weapons-grade love, this is weapons-grade love
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You spray the vowels on my cheek, you spray the vowels on my cheek
(I try to, I try to fight! I fought it, I fight!)
You scrape the syntax down my back, you scrape the syntax down my back
(I try to, I try to fight! I fought it, I fight!)
You slap the nouns across my face, you slap the nouns across my face
(I try to, I try to fight! I fought it, I fought it...)
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike three times!
The lion. The tiger. The bear.
You push the pen into my chest, you push the pen into my chest
(I try to, I try to fight! I fought it, I fight!)
The ink is a trickle down my skin, the ink a trickle down my skin
(I try to, I try to fight! I fought it, fought it...)
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike (twice)!
Measure (once), strike three times!
The lion. The tiger. The bear.
You’re drawing birds, I’m seeing stars.
The lion. The tiger. The bear.
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3. |
Electrolove
03:25
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Plug me in.
Plug me in. Plug me in.
Whisper sweet technology, the way you reboot makes me scream...
Plug me in.
robot electricity (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
speak soft to me in binary (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
push the buttons and the keys (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
add it to my memory (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
Electrolove.
Electro-lectro love...
Electrolove.
Send me out.
Send me out. Send me out.
Load my paper, touch my screen, oh I’m your little fax machine
Send me out.
hack my mainframe database (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
satellites and outer space (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
type it, but don’t make a sound (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
enough to bring the network down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)
I want to make you beep.
I want to make you beep.
I want to make you beep.
I want to make you...
Plug me in. Plug me in.
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4. |
Let The Sparks Fly
03:35
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Can’t be trusted with this teacup I might drop it
Don’t let me bite my nails cause I can’t stop it
Ripping pages out of borrowed books
Can’t ever find the tape to put it right
Scratched up walls and cracked up outlets from your move-in
At least I found the keys you kept on losing
The plants have tumbled off the windowsill I know
But you would have killed them anyway
Don’t you bring it any closer
You’re a fork and I’m a toaster
Let the sparks fly (we could hurt somebody)
Let the sparks fly (we could kill somebody)
Battle wounds from peeling a potato
Tattered shoes and hair like a tornado
You never quite learned how to tie a tie
These stains are unidentifiable
I stay away from stained glass windows and small children
These board games all have pieces that are missing
Curtains open, trip on corners in my underwear
I give the neighbours quite a show
We’ve been given our last chances
Over gasoline and matches
Let the sparks fly (we could hurt somebody)
Let the sparks fly (we could kill somebody)
Closer calls and narrow misses
Microwaves and metal dishes
Let the sparks fly (we could hurt somebody)
Let the sparks fly (we could kill somebody)
Firecrackers and toy rockets
Touch your finger to the socket
Everything we touch explodes
Everything we touch explodes
Could we send them any higher?
Bubble baths and old hairdryers
Let the sparks fly (we could hurt somebody)
Let the sparks fly (we could kill somebody)
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5. |
Pretty Boys and Girls
03:50
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It's what the lipstick pumps up
And the short skirts give away
The girls get in free
The boys they gotta pay
He's got his favourite cologne
And his brand new aftershave
The girls bat their eyes
The boys all fall for that cliche
And oh what you want I got it
And oh what you need I got it
Pretty boys and girls
(Don’t stay home tonight)
Pretty boys and girls
(Go, go out tonight)
I'll add a zero to the end
If it helps to seal the deal
I know the body is fake
But the connection is real
He's a daytime Clark Kent
He's a midnight Superman
She's an afternoon five
She's a neon light ten
Pretty boys and girls
(Don’t stay home tonight)
Pretty boys and girls
(Go, go out tonight)
Ballet class to dance hall floors
What were all the lectures for?
They can't save us anymore
They can't save us anymore
Bar the windows, lock the doors
Bright-eyed youth turned carnivore
They can't save us anymore
Pretty boys and girls
(Don’t stay home tonight)
Pretty boys and girls
(Go, go out tonight)
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6. |
I Wait Overture
01:06
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7. |
I Wait
04:36
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I will touch a dial to hear your tone
You are just a voicemail, I’m a phone on hold
I’m a 5‘o’clock and you’re an 8.
I’m in town on business you’re a flight delay
I’ll try to fit you in, (it’s never long enough),
but my day is too full (I always hold you up)
I’d hold your minute hand, (The seconds pass us by)
but I’ve gone digital (There is no second try)
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait!
I served you neat, and took mine on the rocks
I’m a glass of wine and you’re a whisky shot
Give a whisper take it as a shout
I will bare my teeth and you will knock me out
Point a finger, lock a wrist (You never saw me go),
bruise your knuckles, use your fist (Thinking fast moving slow)
Block your stick and dodge your stone. (You don’t hear what I say),
I don't wanna break your bones. (Why would I think to stay)
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait.
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait!
I’ll wait around for what you’ll say
(I wait, I wait!)
(I wait for what you’ll say)
(I’ll wait around for what you’ll say)
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8. |
Hearts
03:05
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Could you help me break my heart?
Try to pull my chest apart
Leave it beating on the floor
I don’t need it anymore
If I could lock it up with yours I’d
make them tell us what they’re waiting for
Keep them on their own, let them fight it out
Watch us back away and never let them out
It’s hearts that always screw it up
you’ve found me out, you’ve found me out
Fill the holes and hide it well
Sew us up, no one can tell
That we’ve left our hearts behind
That we’ve let it all unwind
These transparent hearts can’t hide us
We hold ticking bombs inside us
We’re stuffed full of knobs and buttons
Just two clicks from whole destruction
It’s hearts that always mess around
I’ve let you down, I’ve let you down
We will tear it out (tear it out)
We will tear it up (tear it up)
We will throw it over (throw it now)
We will run it down (run it down)
Find me fist-sized clumps of dirt
Muddy mixture of our hurt
Wash it, watch it disappear
We will run the water clear
Pack your bags, we’re leaving early
I’ll be Tin Man, you, my Dorothy
Never mind the secret-hiding
Let the gears and cogs go flying
It’s hearts that always run us through
Away we flew, away we flew
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9. |
Lily's Kitchen
02:57
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Lily's in the doghouse, Lily's in the doghouse.
She can't do one thing right, she's in the dog house.
She left the water boiling, she left the oven on.
Lily can't do one thing right, she's in the doghouse.
She tore the office curtains
She stained the bed sheets
The bathtub overflowing
She can't do one thing right!
She can't do one thing right!
She can't do one thing!
Lily's in the deep end, Lily's in the deep end.
She just won't let it go, she's in the deep end.
She split the sofa cushions
She spread the gasoline
The fire detector's screaming,
She just won't let it go!
She just won't let it go!
She just won't let it go!
She just won't let it go!
It's a happy kitchen, full of happy people
It's a happy kitchen, full of happy people.
It's a happy kitchen, full of happy people.
It's a happy kitchen...
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10. |
I Could Swim
04:58
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You said, take me out’ the boat
Show me to the deep, Throw me to the water
You said, love would taste as sweet
When it swells your heart, when it fills your lungs
I could swim
Lift my lips up to the wave
Scratching in the dark, Floating at the sight
Dip your toes into the glass
As I’m diving in, I will taste the shards
I could swim, I could swim
I could swim, I could swim
Drowning, smelling sour to me
Better tell myself, better talk it under
Toss me, Lovely lonely wave
Thrash me into sleep, rock me, turn me over
I could swim, I could swim
I could swim, I could swim
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11. |
Weird For You
03:33
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Oh, you've got my back now (You know I've got your back now!)
A school yard blitz attack, oh! (You know I've got your back now!)
A stairwell chain reaction (You know I've got your back now!)
Oh, you've got my back now (You know I've got your back now!)
Belt it out and croon it wrong, I’ll sing you like a Cake song.
Press to record my favorite part, patron of the arts
You’re so cool and I’m so weird for you, I’m so weird for you!
I just can’t find the beat, oh! (You just can’t find the beat)
I clap on the one and three (You just can’t find the beat)
No one can dance with me (You just can’t find the beat)
I just can’t find the beat, oh! (You just can’t find the beat)
Trace the freckles, see the stars, chart the constellations on your arms.
Astronauts will navigate them, astronimate them.
You’re so cool and I’m so weird for you, I’m so weird for you!
Neuromantic soul collider
Hyperlink our codes and wires
I’ll be your fan fiction writer.
You’re so...and I’m so...and I’m so...and I’m so weird for you!
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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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