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Prose & Kahns

by Old English

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1.
Runner-Up 02:08
(instrumental)
2.
Anchors 03:08
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
3.
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
4.
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…
5.
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
6.
Older Things 07:49
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
7.
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
8.
Layaway 03:26
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
9.
Farmer's Tan 04:39
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
10.
Pop Shop 04:39
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
11.
(instrumental)

credits

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

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
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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