1. Caught in Between
2. Mosh Pit
3. E. S. Waltz
4. My Midnight
5. House on Shelbourne St.
6. Sweaters
Recommended tracks are bolded
MUSICIANS:
Mip – Main Vocals and Rhythm Guitar
Eric Hogg – Bass and Lead Guitar
Jason Cook – Drums
Jackie Wheatley –Harmonies (E. S. Waltz)
Danielle Lebeau-Peterson – Harmonies (Mosh Pit)
Adam Zonnis —Banjo (Mosh Pit)
PRODUCTION
Mixed, Mastered, and Engineered by Eric Hogg at Soma Sound Studios
Produced by mip and Eric Hogg
ARTWORK
Cover photo by Wendy Perry at Photographic Options
Graphic Design by Shannon Cummings
All songs © 2009 mip (SOCAN).
All rights reserved. Made in Canada.
The bus pulled from Lucy’s crossroads
Us kids play kick the can for a long run
Then say goodbye, head for home
Our dust settles with the sun
Got a job with the Company
Drew up blue-prints, hired some big machines
Complete a vision of concrete and condos
Diggin’ for golden opportunity
I’m at the crossroads the man flashes 1-2-3
Caught up in the scenery
Blackberry sing, I’m an urban king
No caught in between
Recall racing Cody barefoot to the bridge
We’d throw rocks, try to make the biggest splash
Flashback to my office window
In time for break. Gotta dash
I’m at Lucy St. and William Ave.
Sip from my latte, look both ways and try to cross
When some punk in his Charger
Runs the red and flips me off
I’m at the crosswalk the man flashes 1-2-3
Caught up in the scenery
My work looms tall, I look, I stall
And I’m caught in between
Oh the cars and the people move quick quick quick
This epiphany, its hittin’ me like a brick
I got what a wanted but I don’t feel whole
When these pot holes were paved so was my soul
I’m at the crosswalk the man flashes 1-2-3
Caught up in the scenery
My work looms tall, I look, I stall
And I’m caught in between
At Lucy’s crossroads the man flashes 1-2-3
Caught up in the scenery
My work looms tall, I look, I stall
And I’m caught in between
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Mosh Pit
If my words of hurt had legs they’d walk in figure eights
But instead they float through your head and into outer space
And I’m feeling funny inside and I think I might just cry
So I’ll make my way to shake down street I might as well get high
But I got one look at the vendor, another look at my 80 dollars
Turned around and ran into the crowd cause I remembered what I’m here for
I’m gonna mend my heart in a mosh pit
My face smothered in somebody’s armpit
My shirt soaked in other people’s sweat
I’m high, but I’m dry and this time it’s worth it
Well Elvis took barbiturates and Hank liked more than whiskey
Just gimme music please and anonymity to get me back on my feet
Cause I need to get knocked off my feet to appreciate the ground beneath
Being crushed by a thousand bodies reminds me how much I love to breath
Chorus
Now I’m charcoal between a finger and paper, I’m rosin on a bow
It hurts right now but in the end it’ll make me beautiful
And with new confidence I say to these guys “Hey! Lift me up!”
Then I’m floating forward on this current, It’s my world and I’m on top
Chorus
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E. S. Waltz (Exchange Student Waltz)
An age old tale of love, a bitter red sky in the morning
Loaning her that pencil knocked him straight into uncharted waters:
Take warning
A foreign tongue in that first French kiss, a leak in this sailboat of bliss
They both knew it would end inevitably
Infatuation’s burial at sea
And I’d give him a pencil to write her name
But it won’t build a bridge across the ocean blue
Now he’s seeing her off at the airport, a promise to visit is made
But they both know he’s stuck in this town on part time
And Minimum wage
So in the end was it worth it? Such a dangerous experiment?
His mind pushes cloud nine away, while his soul
Grasps at rain
And I’d give him a pencil to write her name
But it won’t build a bridge across the ocean blue
And they’ll be together, a loose love knot in time
Another birthmark on the ghost of bold youth
And he wonders as her plane takes off
If in 50 years she’ll find that pencil she lost…
Chorus
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The first thing I see when I open my eyes
Is that demons eyes disguised as 12 o clock
I pull off my sheets, rub away my sleep, turn the light on
Cause it’s time to rock
There’s a pen on my table, some words in my brain
Scrap paper. Now I just need to put them all together
My muse sits around me, mocking the way I write about her
Till I look at the page and I have to start all over
And she’s my, my, my, my midnight
She’s not getting away this time.
I still have 8 hours before I should be awake
And Midnight disappears
She’s messed with my mind over a million times
Tonight I’ll fight’er till her message is clear
Chorus
Thought I know that all she wants to do is tease
If I cup her in my hands she’ll cease to be
She’s this iron maiden torturing my being
But she’s here and I’m so glad she’s…
Chorus X2
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I’m browsing through Craigslist trying to find
A 4 bedroom house for September at an affordable price
Found one finally for me and my friends
It’s this ugly squat beast with a broken picket fence
Oh that house on Shelbourne St. was stucco and gray
The living room and kitchen are one and the same
We’d rather freeze than pay for the electric heat
But hey! You know, at least the rent, it’s cheap!
Life there was about as simple as stir fry
An unpredictable diet of trying to survive
We got stories about cracks, mold, creaks, a variety of leaks
And even extra socks and coats for when we tried to sleep
After a year we just wanted to BURN the place down
Yet we panic when the landlord says one month and you’re out
Chorus
Well it’s nice to be inside when you hear the rain
And that old house holds memories for me and my room mates
So I try to feel upset as we hit the road
Movin’ down a few blocks to Pembroke
Guess you live anywhere a while with the right family
And you’ll realize a lot is not what you need
Chorus
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Not much to do today. Just work. Eat, maybe play
And a lot of sleep cause I’ve got a lot of dreams
Lift my head from the pillow. My backpack’s lit up with a halo
From the light slipping through the window. I want to go…
But for now I’m stuck here folding sweaters
Lambs wool, marino wool, cashmere and cotton and oh…
I guess everyone’s on summer vacation
Cause customers give me such dramatic explanations
Of what they’ve done and will do
Sometimes they ask: how about you?
Well, 4 more weeks of saving
And I’ll purchase the ticket for the adventure I’m craving
The bus will pull up I’ll step on
And then I’ll be gone…
Chorus
And it’s button up 1-2-3-4
I look frumpy and funny judging by the mirror
I’m not meant for this position
It’s just a transition.
I don’t fit this cardigan…
Chorus
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