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Good Example Of A Bad Example

by David Haddad

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1.
I've been stepping back (I keep hanging around) Into my old tracks (Same old parts of this town) They keep bringing me (Cause it feels like home) Circling 'round back (When I'm stuck spiraling down) These days I feel like a loser, falling back to false reducers And I think if I could choose to I would be reborn a muse who Instead of ever dreaming, when they slept, would pulse with meaning To inspire some other foolish dreamer who will soon wake up
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Pulp 01:54
Locked eyes inked and oiled dark A modest blush of smudge and mark She curves in ways you couldn't sculpt Laid on bleached and swollen pulp Stood statue still and paper thin With subtle Mona Lisa grin Fading slow, yet colored clear She wears no wilt despite the years
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Cake 04:12
We started speaking thoughts out loud The words flowed well, they made a pleasant sound Sometimes my lazy eye blinks a morse code message Misinterpreted when it arrives Black ink on dotted lines is like a spit shake palm Sworn agreement between you and I It don't take long til there's a doubt Lumped throat and taste of iron in your mouth I know I said I thought that everyone's an island Insulated in a fleshy vault And I ain't saying we're not, but maybe you and I could talk by bottle Write it, send it off I think we've made a huge mistake We want cake Some habits are so hard to break We want cake I think we've made a huge mistake We want cake Some rituals are hard to shake We want cake
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He's got an anorexic wallet, two thinning leather slabs Collecting moths like some Chinese-made venus-fly-trap Had a few jobs but, well, nothings been sticking except The growing debts and the ever-increasing habits He throws his case to the street And makes a beat with the sole of his shoe Strumming and keeping time But barely ends up with a handful of dimes Oh, but the band plays on He's gonna keep singing his song until they sing along Or until he breaks a string He's gonna throw out his voice singing a song about just wanting to sing Can't get a paying gig unless he learns some Medicine Show But he don't really wanna hit someone else's notes He'd rather sit outside some shop or on the side of the road building new melodies he uses to tell his stories Give him a cigarette, a dollar, or the kill of your drink He'll nod or thank you between gravelly serenading He's hoping, maybe, that the rent won't have to be late this week But it's not looking good so he takes a walk downtown and He throws his case to the street And makes a beat with the sole of his shoe Strumming and keeping time But barely ends up with a handful of dimes Oh, but the band plays on He's gonna keep singing his song until they sing along Or until he breaks a string He's gonna throw out his voice singing a song about just wanting to sing
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Best Worst 02:40
I'm a habitat for my habits Perfect climate for them to thrive I stand alone like a desert cactus Nothing but stretches of sand for miles I could sing ya your Halejulahs So long as you pass the wine When it's empty I'll pass it to ya Here's hoping for some peace of mind But I'm finding it hard to find So sick of sickening sinking feelings My guts are tied up and knotted tight My stomach lining is torn and peeling Shrivelled and fetal from too many nights My throats a croaking mess from reckless screaming Through conversations that just crashed and died Another drink, try to turn off my dreaming Well here's pleading for some peace of mind But I'm finding it hard to find I've been spending my time As a good example of a bad example Been stepping over the line Or more like tripping
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Interlude 02:22
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nowords 01:08
no words
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Soft Hands 02:53
Soft hands are quick to learn When they're sealed and stamped by cigarette burns Blistered skin, damaged nerves Runny noses and brand new words Throat run raw from the nothing that you needed to say Arthritic jaw clicks its way through the night to day And I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had Rough hands are dried and cracked Stained with residue and smears of ash Cuts to scars, scabs to rash Whiplash headfirst into the car's dash Eyelid severed from the shatter and the windshield shards You think that we'd no better than to drink and drive in speeding cars But I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had
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Fragmented images of pop and culture The royal four wear melting monster masks Flat tiles teaming with my favourite noises I'm drinking wine out of a rusted flask I plant my feet into the carpet floor Nothing exists out my apartment door Smoke woven static blankets keep me warm Nothing exists out my apartment door The floor is molded and the bulbs are dead In the kitchen ceiling and up in my head I'm grinning big, embedded into bed Feeling the type of alone I call home Polaroid snapshots next to PSA flyers Eagerly pleading for our damaged ears I just heard footsteps in the hallway outside If I don't speak em out they'll disappear I plant my feet into the carpet floor Nothing exists out my apartment door Smoke clouds and paranoia keep me warm Nothing exists out my apartment door
11.
Crawling 'round inside behind my Eyes, I try and blink you out but I've been rolling reels of the Things I've never heard but hope you'd say You make me insane I don't even know your name You make me insane I don't even know Knotted tight and needle threaded Stitched into my head, embedded Stained and soaked into my skin, one- Day you caught my eye and bit right in
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Let's hold our bodies as close as we can Cause that's the best feeling there is known to man The birds and the bees and things between knees Flutter and sting and sing and bring us to our knees Everyone's moving to ancient rhythm The things that they're doing are built within them The invention of the twist and it's primary function's To encourage and ensure sexual reproduction The invention of the twist and it's primary function's To make sure the kids are all dancing and fucking The pecking of birds, the buzzing of bees reverberates inside of me Tongue dives down my throat, abandons my speech I'm shaky knees as she stares at me

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released February 26, 2018

All songs were written and recorded by David Haddad except "Lua" which is originally by Bright Eyes and "Between Knees" which James Tyler Blair Hayden/Jackson Briggs wrote and recorded 90% of the instrumentals for.

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David Haddad Ottawa, Ontario

David is a Maritimer making music in his bedroom in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

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