Prose & Kahns

by Old English

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released February 5, 2013

Produced by Mark Underdown and Matt Henderson
Recorded by Mark Underdown, Matt Froese and Matt Henderson in various basements and bedrooms in Toronto, Moffat, Mississauga and Oakville, Ontario, and Bristol, England.
Mixed by Mark Underdown at 1984, Moffat, ON.
Mastered by Joe Lambert, Brooklyn, NY.
Artwork by Dan Mountford
Layout and design by Daniel Halyburton

All songs written by Matt Henderson, SOCAN, ASCAP 2012

Matt Henderson: vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, synths, glockenspiel, omnichord, programming
Daniel Halyburton: electric guitar, delay pedals, feedback
Thom MacFarlane: drums, vocals
Matt Froese: banjo, bass guitar, glockenspiel, melodica, percussion, vocals, creepy breathing
Mark Underdown: synths, programming, guitar, vocals, percussion, know-how
Jessica Underdown: vocals
Ben Bowen: trumpet, flugel horn
Matt Masters: synths
Group Vocals: Michelle Aasman, Michaela Evans, Mike Harloff, Jess Janz, Shannon Mitchell and Vanessa Parrish

Sparky and Mulver Underdown. Joe Lambert. Adam Bentley and Auteur Research. Meatloaf. Randy and Eileen Henderson. Linda Halyburton. Greta Knutzen and Ezra Bookstein. Ryan Fritze. Timmy and Sammy Blank. Laura Wilson Oxley and the residents of Greenlaw Ave. Trevor Brisbin. Tommy Marshall. Scott and Bryan Hunt. Matthew Jonathan Carson. Dave Marskell and Ryan S. Price at the Indie Machine. Allosaurus (and their wives). Justin Russo and the Silent League. Martha Meredith. Hunter Eves. Galactus Jack. Mike Harloff and The Fitness Club Fiascos. Everyone at Distant Cousins Music. The Junction crew past and present (but not necessarily future).

The only good thing about all of you is that you’re the best.


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Old English Toronto, Ontario

OLD ENGLISH is a band from toronto, ont. whose songs will tug on your heart strings and rattle your bones.

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Track Name: Runner-Up
Track Name: Anchors
these bones are worn
tethered through storms
my heart is torn
but I’m still warming
to the thought of giving up on you
the bridge is drawn
already gone
with all the hopes I’d built upon
these pros and cons
half-frozen ponds and you
now I don’t have a clue
what to do
it always ends this way
when you go
when you go away
Track Name: We've Been Here Before
with all the battles over
after the war
we’re bruised but we’re both older
we’ve been here before
the lines are just as blurry
as my heart is sore
we’ve got reason to worry
we’ve been here before

and after years away it seems as though we’ve stayed the same
and day to day I find myself in this old state
and when you go this loneliness feels just like home
my mistake was thinking that this heart could change

and now with my intentions
laid on the floor
you’ve got my full attention
we’ve been here before
Track Name: The Corrections
if it’s getting late
these echo days
will soon be done
when we’re redeemed, renewed
confined, confused
and born to run away
to drier lands
insurance scams
will burn each part
as we rebuild, restart
fugitive hearts
but you’re making this too hard
you’re making this too hard

if there’s nothing you
can hold on to
i’ll lift my eyes
when i don’t have to choose
we’re bound to lose
‘cause you’re making this too hard
you’re making this too…
Track Name: Lotteries and Tents
this company
torn at the seams
scattered like seed
a cold summer’s breeze
summer’s disease
is a part of me

and now all our days are spent
losing lotteries and pitching tents
this can’t be what you meant
for our knees to bruise
but barely leave a dent

it’s always the same
the curse of this age
is changing our names
I’ll cling to a grace
that feels far away
I’m desperate for change

I find it hard to see
and it’s so hard to believe
this was always meant to be
Track Name: Older Things
oh black heart you failed again
you let a light shine in to cure a dull weekend
older things, I let you win
seeing love as sin, a second-handed spin

oh my love you’ve gained control
a panic ridden mind, a bullet-riddled soul
heavy hands you broke the road
you couldn’t make it last between the highs and lows

and I’ll keep where the high beams
won’t remind me of older things
your eyes speak but they won’t scream
that history is not repeating

only child you’re on your own
your friends could not confess
what they could not condone
oh these days it’s hard to know
a temporary spine from customary home
Track Name: We Can Never Have it All
i call your name we’ll figure out
If every cloud’s a sacred shroud
we’ll grin and bury breathing doubt
lose track of all we’re left without
there’s a code in the way that you look
and a smile upon your face I’m reading like a burning book
and you’re throwing out a line but always cutting off the hook
you may have given me an inch but it’s much less than you took

i can’t explain we’re in a drought
the words are stuck inside my mouth
we’ll desecrate and kill the peace
if we start saying things we mean
there’s a cost to these imperfect goals
and it might leave me with nothing but I’ll gladly pay the toll
and ignore all the warnings scribbled on the washroom stalls
as they mumble like a storm cloud we can never have it all

these are the words of the prophets sealing cracks in the wall
and the screaming of the teenage girls through all the shopping malls
we can never have it all
Track Name: Layaway
it’s been coming on awhile
I know this time we’re burning out in style
they’ve been locked up all this while
the things behind the pseudo-smitten smile
you try to hide

oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
when you leave, leave me alone
oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

‘cause this layaway love
that cures and cuts could never be enough
‘cause this layaway love
that cures and cuts it never was enough
Track Name: Farmer's Tan
there’s a word in your cheek
carved and red, soaked and sleek
as your heart beats through your sleeve
I can see what’s made for me

i’ve been wasting
earth and pavement
i’ve been chasing
birthstone pagan

there’s a line in the sand
of idle threats, idle hands
where you fall, where you land
hunting knife, farmer’s tan

there’s a scar, shallow stitch
burn the dead, eat the rich
under lights, crystal-tipped
nametag on a crucifix
Track Name: Pop Shop
with every written line
they’re wasting their sweet time
wasting their sweet time
with telescopic eyes
and photocopied minds
photocopied minds

and I’ll be by your side
waiting on these rivers to dry

did we grow out of it
or did it never fit?
did it never fit?
cause no one’s innocent
yeah, no one’s innocent
no one’s innocent
Track Name: My Dear Neighbours

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