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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2009 18:26:44 GMT -5
Owen, whats up? You never hook us up with info anymore.
Tracklist? Lyrics? Special Guests?
come onnnnnn
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Post by Richie on May 16, 2009 20:11:46 GMT -5
ah hrmmf... i've also noticed this...
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Post by An Amateur on May 16, 2009 20:49:35 GMT -5
Calm before the storm boys......
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Post by Thomas on May 16, 2009 20:57:12 GMT -5
Maybe we should just compile everything we know, have owen post and scoff at us, and then fix everything up.
yeah?
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Post by Scarychips on May 17, 2009 0:19:37 GMT -5
We know it's called Heartland.
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Post by vestenet on May 17, 2009 1:20:38 GMT -5
We know it's called Heartland. Whoa, let's not jump to conclusions! That said, possible tracks(?): E is for Estranged Lewis Takes Action Midnight Directives / The End of Time The Great Elsewhere The Man with No Ankles Tryst with Mephistopheles I seem to remember Owen saying Scandal at the Parkade and Lewis Takes off his Shirt were canned from the album, but perhaps that has since changed? |
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Post by jules on May 17, 2009 2:10:25 GMT -5
"Fear Of Album Leak", it wears down the teeth in the nighttime
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Post by Thomas on May 17, 2009 2:24:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ren on May 17, 2009 8:14:12 GMT -5
Everyone should read Owen's Twitter, it is more fun than kites.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2009 8:23:07 GMT -5
Pad thai? First childs name? Pronunciation of clerical?
Owen, we are looking for pornography and all you give us are hiking magazines.
"Here, see what you do."
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Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on May 18, 2009 22:00:17 GMT -5
I hear you. I'm sorry.
Scandal At The Parkade is definitely NOT on the album. Lewis/Shirt, however, is making a comeback.
I can't tell you any more details, because any assertions I make at this point may turn out to be lies.
But I can give you the lyrics to any song you like.
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Post by Thomas on May 18, 2009 23:49:45 GMT -5
The Great Elsewhere
Lewis/Shirt
Tryst
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Post by Richie on May 19, 2009 1:16:56 GMT -5
I'll second the Great Elsewhere. I've once read this under the 'lyrics to songs we don't know yet' thread: ..but the social scene is out, is out of control... However, I still cant help but hear ' but the socialist's semen is out, is out' ...hmm. (Really good to hear about Lewis takes off his shirt.) How about EPs? |
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Post by Thomas on May 19, 2009 1:29:12 GMT -5
I'll second the Great Elsewhere. I've once read this under the 'lyrics to songs we don't know yet' thread: ..but the social scene is out, is out of control... However, I still cant help but hear ' but the socialist's semen is out, is out' ...hmm. (Really good to hear about Lewis takes off his shirt.) How about EPs? thank god that wasn't just me... its super akward singing it in my friends car, because sometimes it comes out as "the social aseenment is out katrol." |
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Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on May 19, 2009 9:56:41 GMT -5
Lewis Takes Off His Shirt
As soon as I got on the horse, I forgot about the math.
Forgot about the odds against an adolescent standing up to all of Owen's wrath.
The heat of prairie summer, impossible to take.
I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head.
I know what you're looking for, and I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
Government rule established by a dazzling light show.
A hegemony armoured with a thousand-watt head and seven inches of echo.
I keep up my velocity, my spurs are in her sides.
I don't know what I'm doing, and it is the only way.
Toward the range I'll ride, singing, I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
"I am overrated," said the sculptor to the sea.
"I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the man, and I was wrong to try and free him."
And as for me, I am a vector, I am muscle, I am bone.
The sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legs,
This is all I know.
My senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the road.
I concentrate to keep contained the overflow.
My knuckles grip so tightly, my fingers start to bleed.
What I have is what you need,
And I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
I'm never gonna give it to you.
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someone has been reading owens twitter.