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All your literal words don’t mean a thing
No, you don’t get it
Take some time and think of what you mean for real
Instead of fingers firing
Now it seems everyone’s got time be a poet
It doesn’t even matter who wrote it

Still shit outta luck
And I don’t dare believe in much
I know that we’re still shit outta luck
And I don’t care

Keeping quiet in the loudest cities I love
I’m closed for maintenance
A war of words crashes through my brain
And I am both defendant and the plaintiff
Wasting time with blurs of colours
Saying the wrong thing so confidently
Comparing myself to others
Wasting it all
Just waiting for the curtain call

Still shit outta luck
And I don’t dare believe in much
I know that we’re still shit outta luck
We’re pulled apart
Sensitive to the touch
And I don’t care

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from The Stubbornness of the Young, track released September 15, 2023
Chris Cresswell - Guitars, Vocals & Percussion
Dave.G - Piano, Organ & Keyboards
Matt Howes - Bass
Paul Ramirez - Drums

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Chris Cresswell Toronto, Ontario

Chris has been writing and releasing music since before he was legal to drive, drink and vote. Usually found on stage with Toronto punk quartet The Flatliners, Chris has also been releasing his solo work since 2014 - beginning with Joey Cape produced debut album on One Week Records. ... more

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