Alexisonfire The Kennedy Curse

Take this blood from my veins

And paint me a masterpiece of a parade…

A parade of the dead sun.

Writing

(Writing this letter to you)

This letter to you.

(I slice my wrists)

Kill their leader

(By way of paper scars and pictures frames)

And watch his family die

(Of all you left behind)

Family die.

Last man…

Last man standing is a joke.

In spite of the…

(When white)

Glorious head shots.

(Bleeds into red)

Head shots and 8 by 10s.

(When white)

In exchange for your conspiracy

(Bleeds into red)

(When white)

We’ll give thanks.

(Bleeds into red)

Stop and you’ll decide.

(When white)

Decide if you can.

(Bleeds into red)

Then the name won’t exist.

Set him on death row.

Go on, let this happen.

[George’s deep voice:]

(That… That’s all, that you get. That’s all you get. That’s all, you get fuck…)

[Wade in background:]

In. In the. The ground. In the ground. In the ground. In the ground. The ground.

Put the dead Kennedy in the ground.

In the ground. In the ground.

The name does not live on.

Not live on!

Alexisonfire Midnight Regulations

I find myself concerned

For the common man, these days

Evil are the minds

That push the divide

Forced to live a life

In fear that his future is on the wane

Midnight regulations

Midnight regulations

Burns his candle down

Working to make ends meet

But what can be done

About the way things have become

Fingers to the bone

Ready to admit defeat

Midnight regulations

Midnight

Brother! There is no charity

For the common man

When he is in need of relief

And now he’s hanging on

To his final stitch of faith

So, here’s to all the years

Of deaf ear fallen prayers

Rich men behind closed doors

Are trying to keep him in his place

Midnight regulations

Midnight regulations

Oh, all you common men

You need to fight for a new way

Old hearts, we need to mend

It’s time to start again

Palace walls dismantled

Brick by brick, you will have your day

Midnight regulations

Midnight

Brother! There is no charity

For the common man

When he is in need of relief

They say just hold onto your hope

But you know if you swallow your pride

You will choke

Brother! There is no charity

For the common man

When he is in need of relief

Midnight regulations

Alexisonfire A Dagger Through The Heart Of St. Angeles

Plaid skirts that hide love

Walk in single file.

Ties that restrict blood… to the brain.

Passing notes in math class.

Freedom wear your scars of desire.

It’s a coming of age story.

Freedom wear your scars of desire.

Conflicting impulses.

Freedom wear your scars of desire.

Cuts seem to bend the sky.

Bend (bend) the (the) sky (sky).

I’ve read this book before.

Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass

Waiting for the 3 o’clock bell.

Trying hard to forget that cold October day,

When Love challenged Freedom to a fist fight.

Freedom looked victorious;

But no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond…

When Love reached beneath her plaid jumper,

Pulled out a switch blade,

And drove it…

Directly through the heart of St. Angeles.

Go!

Any notion of self-government

Was left by Love bleeding

On the pitcher’s mound.

You’re

(So you say you’re scaring me)

Scaring me.

(And you won’t be there to catch me.)

And bleeding on the pitcher’s mound.

On the, on the…

Alexisonfire Little Girls Pointing And Laughing

(We can’t)

I still can

(Stop now)

Remember what you did.

Your eyes filled

(We’ve got)

Discomfort

(To slow down)

Bare foot in a public washroom.

Spill on me your nostalgia

And cataracts…

That fell

Behind self-conscious eyes.

Warm water made

(Please just give me back my heart)

This hurt so good

(Well it’s been too long)

Through ivory rain

(And I will burn no more)

And cutthroat soap box derby racers

(Oh God. Hurt so fucking good.

I want you to fucking wreck me.

I want you to wreck me.

I want you to ruin me.)

I want you to ruin me.

(Please just give me back my heart)

Ruin me.

(Well it’s been too long)

I. Want. You. To… ruin me.

(And I will burn no more)

(Tired of all these lies)

I. Want you. To ruin me.

(And elsewhere eyes of yours)

Ruin me.

(So I will scream)

I want you to…

(And dream of what’s to come)

Ruin me.

Alexisonfire Crisis

[George:] Yeah, this town is going under!

The temperature’s through the floor

Your fingers are turning black.

There’s a crisis knocking at your door!

(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)

You’d better try to make it home.

The snow is getting too deep to drive.

Your car might be your coffin.

(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)

We’re never going to see the summer

This season’s coming long and hard.

Yeah, this town is going under.

This season’s going to kill us all.

Count the snow flakes, little children.

Count them as they bury you alive.

Count them as they choke the road ways.

A blizzard’s coming in the year punk died.

(One nine seven seven)

This season’s left us all helpless.

I can’t see and even God is blind

And deaf to all your prayers.

(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven.)

There’s nothing that you can do.

This weather’s stronger than us all.

The sky is going to crush you.

(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)

[Dallas:] This season’s growing cold,

I fear that this could be the end.

And there’s no sign of hope.

We’ve got a crisis on our hands.

[George:] The junkie is trapped indoors.

Pretty soon he’s going to need a fix,

But the weather’s not going to let him,

And he’s starting to get the itch.

This season’s holding us all hostage,

Better do whatever it demands.

Carter knows that we’ve got a crisis

Weighing on our frost bitten hands.

(ONE!)

There’s nothing that you can do.

The sky is going to crush you.

(NINE!)

There’s nothing that you can do.

The sky is going to crush you.

(SEVEN!)

There’s nothing that you can do.

The sky is going to crush you.

(SEVEN!)

There’s nothing that you can do.

The sky is going to crush you.

[Dallas:] This season’s growing cold,

I fear that this could be the end.

And there’s no sign of hope.

We’ve got a crisis on our hands.

Alexisonfire No Transitory

I’m in a constant state of getting cut

So why don’t I feel anything?

This is a violation

Maybe I forgot what it was like

Before it entered me

So this is what they call

Another endless night

So tired of believing

If this is wrong or right

I think this cause is lost

I wish that I could sleep

I feel like some kind of shadow

Another slave to the week

Imagine if we lived

Under the weather

We would never be found

Never discovered

If everything goes wrong

If it’s one more endless night

You’ll know there’s always tomorrow

And tomorrow…[to fade]

You’ll know there’s always tomorrow

(You’ll know, you’ll know) tomorrow

And this knife, this knife

This is my most, this is my most, this is my most important appendage

This is my most, this is my most, this is my most important appendage

Tomorrow [x3]

So now that your whole world

Has gone up into flames

This night is still never ending

Do you think you’re still safe?

Seems everything went wrong

We were discovered

But this time there’s no tomorrow

And tomorrow [x3]

Tomorrow

Tomorrow (And this knife, this knife)

Alexisonfire Young Cardinals

Go!

Strange things happen in the nighttime hour

Yesterday’s buds are tomorrow’s flowers

Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver

And powerful men raise their hands and deliver

All the superstitions to which we all cling

While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string

The sun hides itself concealing its grin

And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again.

Oh young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh hear our songs

Reign your innocence on me

One, two, three, four!

Strange things happen in the nighttime hours

White tails graze and wolves devour

Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines

Nicotine babies being born with no spines

The god of the sea is swinging his trident

We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants

The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din

And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

Oh young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh hear our songs

Reign your innocence on me

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There are things you were not meant to know

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There are things you were not meant to know

Oh young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh hear our songs

Reign your innocence on me

Oh young cardinals

Oh young cardinals

Oh young cardinals

Oh young cardinals

Oh

Alexisonfire Sharks And Danger

[Woman]

St. Catharines Psychiatric Help Line, this is Nancy.

[Man]

I’m sure this is all gonna sound really ridiculous and uh… I don’t exactly expect anyone to believe all this. Uh… for the last little while I’ve been kinda keeping correspondance with my sanity, and uhh… I really get the feeling that I’m starting to lose interest in the letter writing process. The pieces of the letters, they just get progressively shorter and shorter until it’s not even a reply. I uhh… the whole thing makes me really nervous. I just wish I could show you what a huge problem this is.

As life hangs beside me

I gather all that I can

You were never one for confrontation

But now it lies all in your hands

Your hands…

[Man]

I kind of have this… Really terrible habit of asking myself all these stupid questions, right? Like what if uhh… what if there’s a spot on my body that I can touch to keep my heart from beating? or like what if, what if theres this uhh… stray bullet out there that’s gonna come through my window and take me out? like what if uhh… what if theres this huge unstoppable comet that’s just gonna like, destroy the earth and all of us? Like what… what if that’s happening right now? How can I avoid all these questions if I don’t have that? Like, who is gonna be here? Why… who is gonna be there… in the hospital? Who is gonna tell me that all this is bullshit… its a dream? Just a dream.This is not a joke. And uhh… i’ll never sleep.

Who will be there to tell

Me how stupid I am? [4x]

Who will keep me from lashing out? (lashing out)

Anxiety chokes me like razor wire (razor wire)

Who will keep me from lashing out? (lashing out)

Anxiety chokes me like razor wire (razor wire)

Now it’s all in your hands, in your hands [x4]

(Anxiety chokes me like razor wire)

Anxiety chokes me like razor wire, razor wire… [to fade]

[click]

Alexisonfire Heading For The Sun

They are the nameless victims of a generation lost

Searching for somewhere to exist

Held captive by our mistakes

Weak and unable to resist

Resentful minds have ruled too long

You and old, weak and strong

We will drag our hindsight through the twilight of this era

To where our freedom reigns and the old thought is laid to dust

Let the philistines wallow in their decadence

While the enlightened minds usher in the dawning of a new

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

Time will come when we are all condemned

For all the damage we have done

Held accountable for all

Battles lost, battles won

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

And the earth will coil each year, getting closer to its end

What will our lesson be, when we are all ablaze?

That our benevolence was the start of our decay

Or that we did not learn from the mistakes of the past?

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

(We are)

We are heading for the sun

Alexisonfire Boiled Frogs

[George:] A man sits at his desk

One year from retirement,

And he’s up for review

Not quite sure what to do.

Each passing year

The workload grows.

[Dallas:] I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late

For things to go my way

It always ends up the same

(Count your blessings)

I must be missing, I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise

(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I’m not sleeping alone again tonight.

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,

Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.

Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day

(Count your blessings)

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.

Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it’s too late

(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas:] So wait up, I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Can’t help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day

There’s no loyalty and no remorse.

Youth sold for a pension cheque

And it makes him fucking sick

He’s heating up, he can’t say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I’m not sleeping alone again tonight,

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

(So wait up)

So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves is where I’m going to die

Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me