Canton

by Modchik

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1.
03:21
I was sent here by a man in a suit. He told me “Son, you’ve got a big job to do. We got news that there’s been flooding nearby. You hold your place or the whole town will die.” But the waters too high And the banks will not hold And I can’t keep my grip Because my hands are too cold. There’s dirt in my mouth And a roar in my ears. I’ve got a sickening sense That I’ve wasted my years. I kept myself on the path of the just. Set aside drinking and held out against lust. Now my head is bleeding from a tree that swept by And I’ve been praying to an empty sky. And the waters too high The banks will not hold. I can’t keep my grip Because my hands are too cold. There’s dirt in my mouth And a roar in my ears. I’ve got a sickening sense That I’ve wasted my years.
2.
04:00
I take a pill every day To make me think in an acceptable way I wash it down with a cup of tea My tiny ritual’s important to me I live 7 minutes away from town Sometimes the proximity gets me down The implication that I’m a lazy guy If I’d rather sit here and watch things go by I need my cup of tea It’s important to me If I don’t get my cup of tea I don’t think you’ll like what you see I like my sandwiches a certain way round If I eat them sideways I can’t keep them down And though it looks like my life’s filled with difficulty My system works just fine for me. Ch
3.
01:47
A murder of murderous crows hunt the hawk. Lust carries her sharp whip at her side bloated financiers own parliament and press. that makes them twice the devil you are. L'histoire est une suite de mensonges sur lesquels on est d'accord. Woe to you, blind guides! You swear your oath but memory’s fading fast. There is no let up There is no end to what we're asked to do. There is no let up There is no end to what we're asked to do. You clean the outside of the cup and the dish Wear these glasses, you will be more handsome We are three dimensional cross sections of our four dimensional self. There is no let up There is no end to what we're asked to do. There is no let up There is no end to what we're asked to do.
4.
02:13
We drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, Til we can no longer think Til we can no longer think Til we can no longer think Til all that we can say is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, though we can’t tell you who’s right though we all think we are right Cos who’s right changes by night And all that we can do is buy another drink at the bar. Chingaling, when we were children we liked David Bowie Chingaling, when we were children we liked David Bowie There must be something in the nature of television makes us so happy. There must be something in the nature of television makes us so happy Just waves in space We drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, Til we can no longer think Til we can no longer think Til we can no longer think Til all that we can say is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, though we can’t tell you who’s right though we all think we are right Cos who’s right changes by night And all that we can do is buy another drink at the bar.
5.
02:41
No one told me life could be so damn confusing I always thought that I'd be winning now I'm losing Just goes to show And in the darkness when the world is chasing rabbits The darkness hugs me like a giant concrete slab it's So hard to breathe So I walk outside where the air is cool and fragrant I search for handholds so I can reverse my descent My face in grass And time passes and history’s made behind my back My bones get thinner and my teeth decay and then crack I stop to care And heaven knows that I have tried hard to be faithful And heaven knows that I have tried not to be hateful Why don’t you know? Why don’t you know? Why don’t you know?
6.
02:12
Hidden in the tree Polished eyes disect me His feathers shiny black pvc Crow is hunting me Shakes the dust from his wings Sand dry throated he sings "I've been killing for thousands of years you exist to feed me"
7.
Susie’s on the phone and she’s crying because her husbands not there. You said that she was special but now it seems you just couldn’t care. She’s been through this before and she’s damned if she will do it again. Susie’s on the phone and if you don’t pick up she’ll kill your children. Poor Susie With her Myra Hindley hairdo and her arms around your babies tight. They’re seen heading past the bank in a stop motion dance in black and white. She’s run hosepipe through the window from the tailpipe of the family car. Puts the children on the back seat as you have one for the road at the bar. Poor Susie As you stumble down your street you see a crowd has gathered up ahead. There’s flashing lights and uniforms and someone’s screaming “mummy’s dead” The poison took her first and your smart child knew how to unlock the door. And the eyes that turn to you burn home the fact that you’re not loved anymore And they sing I Can Hold My Breath Forever I Can Hold My Breath Forever I Can Hold My Breath Forever I Can Hold My Breath Forever
8.
The holes in your hands, And the blood on your brow, They mean nothing, At all. Supreme masochist. All the feet that you kissed, It changed nothing, At all When we come, we drink, we form, we hate, we doubt, we call, We become When we cry, we walk, we serve, we feel, we write, we feed, We become When we end, we turn, we have, we see, we start, we need, We become When we stumble, produce, diminish, compete, abandon, unlock We become In the cold, in the dark, In the pain, in the scars, When alone with what’s ours We become In the cold, in the dark, When it all falls apart Alone with our holes We become And I’ll stab my eyes in the sight of my god. And I’ll flay my skin in the sight of my god. And I’ll burn my hair in the sight of my god. And I’ll break my fingers in the sight of my god.
9.
04:10
Welcome to Lowville We’ve got something for you A jacket to wear So that you won’t care When we hurt you Welcome to Lowville Life was too loud for you So I’ve a man here Who’ll drive nails in your ears And won’t charge you In Lowville we're decent And we love your accent Please don't get too close Or we will break your nose Just to warn you. There's beauty in Lowville We've painted out free will So you can't see our lies We'll throw dust in your eyes Then we'll guide you. Welcome to Lowville You’re welcome to Lowville Welcome to Lowville You’re welcome to Lowville Welcome to Lowville You’re welcome to Lowville Welcome to Lowville You’re welcome to Lowville

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Canton is the old story of boy meets girl then their lives are destroyed by the jealous crow god.

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released April 5, 2012

All Music, Lyrics, Instruments, Vocals - John Stanford

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Modchik Canton, New York

Modchik is the imaginary band of John Stanford, purveyor of dark gothic narratives with an outsider art aesthetic.

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