Melancholia
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Making Plans – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Brian Kobayakawa on bass and Paul MacDougall on electric guitar
This place looks like home
Paper sky on loan
Window frames a leaving man
We are making plans
Your face looks like home
Warm and soft abode
I sleep softly in your hands
We are making plans
Carefully we go (keep your breathing slow)
Meeting in the snow (keep this secret)
Tend your heart and take me home
Promise me you will
Your face falls to tears
It’s the hardest year
You tell me how much you’ve grown
I am throwing stones
Fruitless seeds we sow (frozen garden knows)
Seventeen below (keep this secret)
Tend your heart and make it known
Promise me you will
You have known this heart
Seen her in the dark
In these rooms where we began
Fashioning our plans
Forgive me I’m thrown (keep you even though)
hard against the bone (I can’t keep it)
Tend my heart or let me go
Promise me you will
Tumble Down – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Brian Kobayakawa, Mike Milligan, and Liam Smith on bass and Paul MacDougall on electric guitar
Would you tell them I’m okay by the river
Waiting for nothing ’cause nothing is waiting
I don’t write anymore I’m too tapped to feel
Then I hear your voice
Watch me tumble down to your sound
Wandering stealthy with you behind me
I go unnoticed but you notice everything
I put on a show for me, little finger puppets
Then I hear your footfalls
Watch me tumble down to your sound
Heavy handed, I am stranded
Landed here in August but I can’t remember why why why
We’re in the dead leaves covered over
Maybe the snow will fall and maybe we’ll sleep here
You can kiss me but please don’t kiss my mouth
Then I hear your breath
Watch me tumble down to your sound
Soothsayer – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Brian Kobayakawa and Mike Milligan on bass and Paul MacDougall on electric guitar
There’s a vacancy in your eyes now that I can’t claim to fill
So line me up next tot he other dying babies on your bedroom windowsill
You avoid fessing up with the same ferocity as you will welcome love
Well I’ve seen you exposed from your brain down to your toes
Now I know that you are beyond repair
And if I make a clean escape
Will you track me down five years from now and stake your claim
Well you can come down to my eye level
On the bar room floor with a wedding ring in your hand
Let’s put this whole charade to rest
We’re two open nerves, two gaping wounds with dirty jokes for ammo
Falling down stairs, a naughty, bawdy pair, with devil horns and halos
No matter what I do everything boils down to yui and pools in you belly
Well I would be your family but I have to get in line
Or go look for what is mine
And I won’t share it with you
Chorus
Now that you’re gone you’ve brought the sadness on
And I don’t know if I’ll ever see another spring thaw
Chorus
Means to My End – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
My love, my love, you crazy fool we have festering to do
I’m rendered insomniac ’til the 504 will bring you back
You’ll find me on Roncesvalles when late October falls
With a piano man in a Polish bar trading blood for alcohol
Your lemons and your ginger tea are fighting off my cold
The taste of you is on my tongue along with every song you’ve sung
Pass the Irving Big Stop with a melancholy smile
Make love to my memory with every sentimental mile
You love me so madly so sadly you go
We equate ur love with loss ’cause we sold it to the dead
Please inform the next of kin, you can stop taking your medicine
I challenge you to be strong for me and furrow up my brow
Disarm my face with all the savage love that your giant heart allows
You love me so madly so sadly you go
You’re the perfect means to my end
You’re the perfect means to my end
You’re the perfect means to my end
Someone’s gonna get us for this kiss
My heart my heart a heavy heart is chained around your leg
Drag me along Sunnyside, slow your pace, shorten your stride
Love me through the winter insatiable and strong
No more tears to suffer through some Leaving Autumn song
You love me so madly so sadly you go
Bleach and wine and turpentine to clean this dirty slate
Moral high ground lost to muse it disappeared beneath our shoes
Whisk me far away from here so we can finally settle down
hide inside each other’s eyes in a Nova Scotian town
You love me so madly so sadly you go
You love me so madly so madly you stay
Impossible Arsonist – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Paul MacDougall on electric guitar and Liam Smith on bass
Featuring Brian Kobayakawa on bass and Paul MacDougall on electric guitar
If it does the trick set fire to my bed
But all you will burn out of it is sweeter fiction than you’ve read
Arson equals love hanging by a thread
If it feels like progress you can see my million lovers
Raise me a cold heart, leave me numb beneath the covers
But I’d much prefer the flame ’cause winter is setting on
When I’m a shit she calls you baby
Well that’s all been done before
When I’m a shit she calls you baby
Well that’s all been done before
Before I came around
You’re forty stories up flirting with the sky
Most of us would call your bluff but you’re not that kind of guy
You’re the kind that hits the ground before you wink your eye
Chorus
If it’s impossible I won’t fess up to the fact that I’ve been a terrible lover
If it takes too long would you take too long in stride?
Build a pretty hopeless chest that we can fit inside
To breed and squirrel away until the end of World War III
When I’m a shit she calls you baby
Well that’s all been done before
Yeah I’m a shit she’ll call you baby
Well that’s all been done before
Before I came around
When the World Goes Away – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Witness saw my undoing done
You filed it next to flee and disappear
The hospital is open 24 hours
Amassing melancholy flowers I don’t deserve
You’re asleep on the floor too shaken to lay still
If you wake to find my lips upon your mouth I am your pill
Maybe someday I’ll be good for you when the world goes away
And absolves us of this heavy price we pay
You are perfection flawed and you’re smoking on the subway
Writing novels in your little green book
I am a derelict house where you come to make your love
So sweet and soft and gone before the Late Show
I’m awake on the bed so tired and so still
I could make the sadness dissipate if I only had the will
Maybe someday You’ll be good for me when the world goes away
And absolves of this heavy price we pay
There is nothing but love in the weight of your smile
When there are no tasteful jokes to fill the space
I will court out your tears with my breath past your ears
You’re getting older I can see that in your face
It’s the only one that I never will replace
So why don’t you go to Montreal, I’ll play the jilted bride
Milk that one for every ounce of alcohol
And when the world goes away I’ll seek you out that day
But tell me when will the world go away? Go away. Go away.
Will you lie with me here and hold me until
We’ve consumed all of the pain we can. Until we’ve had our fill
I know someday we’ll be good again, when the world goes away
And absolves us of this heavy price we pay
Midnight Men – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Paul MacDougall on electric guitar, John MacLean on backing vocals, and Mike Milligan on bass
Those midnight men were so horrible
Where’d you get a broken face like that?
They’ll eavesdrop on your ails
“A ghost could look less pale”
Said my lover who lay speaking; not sleeping at all
So what’s the fucking prognosis?
Yeah, I already know this
But no one poses any relevant questions
You’re astute like a good liar
But my condition is dire
So you’re gonna learn your lesson the heard way
I loved you so savage like a cannibal
Tore down your city like some kind of cannonball
You’re still breathing ‘neath the rubble, a glutton for your trouble
You are socially insane
* Hold my hand please, end my brain please, make this cold seize me
So when you gonna let me go
I’ve got an appetite for crow
And a hankering for sunshine on my face
The man beyond the scrim, I think he soiled himself
Said my lover who sat building a house out of cards
So if you’ll never believe me you should hurry up and leave me
Like a crazy in a powder blue paper dress
You got me figured out and size so you wouldn’t be surprised
That I’m gonna learn my lessons the long way
I love you like a child who kills butterflies
Press them in a book and play deaf to their tiny cries
Your blood seeping through the pages
You can die amoung the sages
Die amoung the socially insane
* Chorus
When you’re out of line no one wants to know you
You’re a neusance, you’re a greivance, you’d be better off gone
Moncton Hotel Room – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Trans Canada on a Tuesday night
The left side of a cold war bore down by a nuclear sky
Guide me to a parking lot bid me rest until the dawn
As I B-Line for New Brunswick to bring my lover home
I pray that I will grown out of this soon
Find a soft heart and dig with a spoon
* In a Moncton hotel room it’s too ugly to be love we’re making
But this is my version of oblivion and you always told me that you would follow me here
It took St. Catherine Street, I puddle at your feet
You’re unimpressed with me, how dare you, how dare you be
Why don’t you get on a bus and I’ll evaporate forever
Wouldn’t that be better? Would that be a shame?
I pray that I will grown out of this soon
Find a soft heart and dig with a spoon
* Chorus
They say this town needs a pill to cope with magnetic hills
Settle on a river ’til the solitude has spun us delirious
A house of swollen doors so we don’t close them anymore
Just keep a trained eye on the floor and your good eye fixed steady on your man
I pray that I will grown out of this soon
Find a soft lie and dig with a spoon
Inventory – Buy Track
Music and words by J. Stoll
©2009 Stollen Records
Arrangement by Paul MacDougall, John MacLean & J. Stoll
Featuring Brian Kobayakawa on bass and Paul MacDougall on electric guitar
Could you help me settle this deal?
Fortune spent on a broken spinning wheel
I will spin the thread that binds you
Held against your will
I could take my ownership if you would just hold still
Search my windows nothing is in store
The day I chose to love you was the day I became poor
I will survive off your body
I will drink your words
Desperation squandered on a day dream
Restless spinning strands of knotted silk
You have grown tired and handed me a pill
Swallow it with blind conviction
Wake up far from home
Life threatening, a catastrophic day dream