For a Warmer Winter

by Dead Canaries

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Recorded (except one song) in February 2013


released March 1, 2013



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Track Name: Outside My Front Door
Damn your thorns are sharp
you grow outside my door
I could have dug you out but you're a piece of my home
There's a little bit of me
growing out of your leaves into dirty little hands

You made it hard for me to stand and hard to understand
how you would hurt me
I picked you up with my bear hands
you grow inside of my feet and turn my fingers into leaves
I said grow in my land
and I helped you to stand, but you bar my ingress.

You grow inside of my
deep in my feet and I can't get you out
I saved you with my bear hands
killed you where you stand. You're the thistle of the damned
Damn your thorns are sharp
Track Name: Disgrace
She's smarter than she lets on, turns the water and lets it run
to beyond the land beyond, lets it run until it sees the sun.
Her hairs as dark as white and her eyes are like diamonds in the mine
Noah's got nothing and Jonah's got less than that.
She reads the pages, understand and laughs at the spaces
Screams as tall as the Catskills but her eyes hide behind the sink at night

She is a blister in the sun
She's not really any fun
She has a beautiful face
She is a goddamn disgrace

You'll find her at the door staring at the window on the floor
She turns the handle and watches the swing back and forth.

She's got nowhere to go but she goes there anyway
She's got no one she knows but she talks anyway
She's got no one to hold and they hate her when she tries
She's a terrible kitty bud damn her eyes
Track Name: Extra Buttered Toast
I took a long drive for a short time. There was a waitress with a pretty face. She had long hair, she made the hard sale on the best pie in all of New England. It was a nice place, my fork was dirty, she smiled with a clean one and I took a bite. On top of a mountain, deep in a valley. I took a long drive to a short place.