NO TALKER Lyrics

Kenyatta

After the show, after the hardest week
We left from the bar and left him on the street
Left him on the street and walked on down to Queen
Realized our fault, returned and he was gone

After the show, after the hardest week
We left from the bar and lost him on the street
Lost him on the street and walked on down to Queen
Realized our fault, returned and he was gone

Two sisters cry, apologize, until our words run out
My forehead on my sister’s forehead, crying in the crowd
I tell her that I love her more than any silly thoughts
And for those long cold icy moments time for us did stop

Standing out on Dundas Street and waiting for the cab
Night was getting icier, froze over empty hands
Car pulls up in front of me, and stepping out to go
Holly yells, I turn my head, and right out from the cold

Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta
He’s holding something

Ran over and ran right up, buckling with joy
He held it back and laughed out loud, he was a drunken boy
But a sweet one, I was playing, fingers turning blue
I told him that I loved him but I wanted to tell you

Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta
He’s holding something

Kenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta

 

Just Go

Called you from the motel parking lot
Because I wanted to feel close
To feel missed by someone

You’re voice does not come out the same
Don’t sound the way it sounded when you spoke
When you loved me

Just Go, Just Go

Passing through four states in dark
Two seasons flashing, passing as we go
Go back North

And my mind is always changing
Looking to my side out the window
Riding low

Just Go, Just Go

The love I own
To keep and hone
The asking waits
The giving knows
A gutter shakes
A bag of bones
It rattles deep
It’s mine alone
Oh I, alone
Oh I, alone

Just Go, Just Go

 

Something of Love

Trying, trying hard to figure out things
Things, before they even happen
itWill they ever happen?

Something of love is inside me trying to set the course
But good sense it always gets me, pulls me back to shore
That we cannot know the things we haven’t seen before
Is something of love that I know

Trying hard, it’s hard to understand them
Why can’t a couple just be separate sometimes?
Why can’t she still be my friend?

Something of love points to the lineup at the door
Tapping me on my shoulder, I didn’t get the joke
If my name were James McCutcheon I would throw a bow
There must be something of love that I know

The chance that I might not get a baby
It’s been on my mind lately
Oh it’s in my family

Something of love I feel for someone who’s unborn
Toddler tugging on my shirtsleeve asking me for more
Cradle rocking by my bedside gently to-and-fro
Is it something of love that I’ll know?

 

East of the Don

I, I see your name
Each time I ride an eastbound train
You are everything that’s come and gone
East of the Don

Perkoset and pray
You’re so self-made

You, you can’t deny
You know I’m right from time to time
Well, “young-man syndrome”
I hope you get some more work done

And when your head’s in throws
My love just grows

When you took my hand again
You said you’d be a better man
You, you told me that
You had come back

But oh, to feel that light
If just one night

When you took me down
To Crescent Town and kissed my crown
You said “You’re trouble, babe.”
But when I ask you won’t explain

 

Scar

I had a boy. I paid the price
We loved a lot and we broke up twice
He came back to say “I’ll love you”
So I said yes, and I sat through

Your silly little quips, your asshole moves
My estrogen and teenage gloom
My scars will not show

I had a boy. I paid the price
We loved a lot and we broke up twice
He came back to say “I’ll love you”
So I said yes, and I sat through

Your brooding nights, your big-bad friends
Pick up the phone, we’re here again
My scars will not show

I had a boy. I paid the price
We loved a lot and we broke up twice
He came back to say “I’ll love you”
So I said yes, and I sat through

My brooding nights, my buckets of tears
You’ve called an end, thank god it’s here
My scars will not show

I’ve cried all over this before
But my achy-breaky heart can’t take no more

My scars will not show

And you will still be mine
Oh by and by
You will still be mine
Oh by and by

 

I Can See You

Your finger tap, your water glass
Is near complete, it sounds so sweet
The in and ex, each shining breath
It speaks to me, it speaks to me

I can see you, but I can’t read you
I can see you, but I can’t read you
I can see you, but I can’t read you
But oh I need you

The streets outside, the street is wide
But walk nearer now, come here right now
The smell of you, the spell of you
Is everywhere, is everywhere

I can see you, but I can’t read
But oh I need you
I see the one, see the one

 

Bruise

Smoke’s rising, downsizing spirits
Your eyes are just glued
Smoke wakes your downsizing spirit
Your eyes are just glued

Take this one quietly
If you don’t I will just bruise
I’ll bruise
But when I lay down
When I lay down next to you

Eyes brightened, sigh’s brightened
All brighted, lighted by you
Once easy, once scott-free
I sang you higher and higher

Take this one quietly
If you don’t I will just bruise
I’ll bruise
But when I lay down
When I lay down next to you

We love but we don’t
We love but we don’t
We love but we don’t

Stakes heightened, self-frightened
Mistaken thoughts about you
You won’t let me sing, if there’s nothing
Just turn me loose

Don’t take this quietly
Say something or I’ll just bruise
But when I lay down
When I lay down next to you

I cannot, don’t believe
What you say that you can do

 

Passing Cars (written by Lucas Gadke and Matt Bailey)

Rain beats down on the ground
Where we used to lay
Please let me sleep by your door beneath the stars
And listen to the sound of passing cars

Cliffs stand tall, don’t we all
when we’re turned away?
Please let me sleep by your door beneath the stars
And listen to the sound of passing cars

I told you I loved you
And you turned away
And now I am falling
Through nights and through days

Trees they keep words we speak
But they blow away
Please let me sleep by your door beneath the stars
And listen to the sound of passing cars

Grass will grow through the snow
To find its all the same
Please let me sleep by your door beneath the stars
And listen to the sound of passing cars

 

Wintry City

Wintry city
Snow but wet
Foregone all those days that
Forgave all that came and went
Forgiven

Wintry city
Formed but bent
Push on withered nerve ends
Pull back from my old friends
And shiver
This is not the last time

By the fire
Teenage gaze
Thinking bout those old days
You called me a “net-face”

Wintry city
Days spent
Wondering where the day went
Saying “I’ll get to it next”
This is not the last time