1. |
Saint of Nothing
06:10
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One in my head
Dream left in my head
Crosses raise in my head
Crosses collapse in my head
Fear like a stray child in my head
Where do these questions go? In my head?
Oh God, I don’t want you here in my head
Jesus Christ, is this still rotting in my head?
Hungry for words I’ve yet to be fed
Lay these sins in a river lined with lead
Rosary tied tightly ’round your neck
Its beads unbound and scattered in my head
Shower me in riches until I’m dead
In stories spilled through silver tongues in my head
Too late for a second coming. Was there a first?
Do we now live as saints of nothing? Not even one thing?
Not even one?
One in my head, in my—
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2. |
Never Been to Paris
06:01
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I am “Skull of a Skeleton
With Burning Cigarette”
You can hold my throat wide open
And build a well out of my neck
I need a bottle of water
A better plan for my demise
Some martini sipping darlings
Have thrown sugar in my eyes
Let them see only sweet things
Let them see
Tendrils of smoke embrace me
In the likeness of a terrified heart
But it doesn’t make a difference
If you were my Valentine or not
There’s movement in the corner now
Of an oily crooked mouth
And a whisper in my ear
Is telling me I hear too much
So I might cut it, cut it, cut it
I’d cut it off
My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy
I’ve never been to Paris
And I don’t know a lot about love
But I recognize a dead heart
When I see one
Memory that tries to rob
The stiffness from my upper lip
Like a baby crawling on the ceiling
Or a raven on the sill
So I shut it, shut it, shut it
I shut it out
My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy
Punish yourself –
What did you say?
My eyelids feel heavy
My eyelids feel so heavy
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Lyrics by Josh Kemp
Music by Capitol
Released October 4 2019
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3. |
Blondie
03:50
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4. |
In Ceremony
03:37
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5. |
Wish I Was Here
04:04
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In a state of disarray
A married fear of missing out
And of being there
Soul on display
I bore a shroud
And I shed my shell
On the day my stomach burst
And butterflies flew out
I bathe in turquoise
And I sleep in teal
Do the blues still register
In the colour-blind eye?
Don’t dim the houselights
Don’t dim the house
My warning light’s been on for
Some years now
We have stayed here far too late
And fuck if I can find another way
To leave or arrive and make everyone love me
Every time
Kill yourself with kindness
Kill yourself with kindness
Or some kind of it
You’re a killer now
I ran my way home
And I rode the coattails of
A white ambulance
On a greying road
Got some poor advice
From a boy who died
Swallowing
His own skinny fingers
While I had my hand
Under a dress
At the wedding of
A bride I never knew
We have stayed here far too late
And fuck if I can find another way
To leave or arrive and make everyone love me
Every time
Why’d you say this is the place?
I wish it was but I see twenty faces
With sharp tongues and honey-coloured eyes
Alight
I fake the fight
And I feign the confidence
Am I not
A fine and mighty actor?
I heard a song
And kept humming along
To the unpatriotic cry
Of a depressed man
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6. |
Kids on Bikes
02:24
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7. |
Queenstown
04:08
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Little sunflower in a deep blue iris
Like two floating on the Danube, a cold water wildfire
I’ll paint my life in your primary colours
Let’s trade our worst diseases and learn how to cure each other’s
I never thought that I’d see you again
But it seemed for us the world had other plans
Now I wake every day to you making fun of my morning hair
And I never mean to eclipse your shine
With these many imperfect affectations of mine
Oh, I wish I could show you bright you light my skies
We’re sweet and we’re sour like watermelon lemonade
You told me you’d wear a blue dress on your wedding day
Oh, I ought to cherish you more; the freckle on your lip
The scars on your knees, the marks on your hips
If my music is sombre then why don’t I cry?
I’m somewhere between mine and another life
Do you notice how different coffee tastes in the summer time?
I’d understand if you wanted some space
I could steal a few stars and arrange a bouquet
Remember our dinner of candy and white wine?
I and you, across the pale blue
And under one sweet and lucky sun
I and you, and one sweet, lucky sun
You and I
I shoot myself in the foot and my foot’s in my mouth
Do you think me impulsive? Will you marry me now?
It’s funny that films have monopolized all my free time
Because we’re living one now
We’re living one now
We’re living one now
We’re living one now
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8. |
Diving Bell
03:50
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Tore the skin from my knees
Between you and me
It’s safer now that I’ve fallen
It’s safer now that I’ve fallen
Mind if I catch my breath?
Can I admit that I am stressed out?
Where am I now that I’ve fallen?
Where am I now that I have fallen like this?
Will you lend me your head
So I can feed off your brains?
I can’t get rid of the buzz
Who did you say that I was when I left?
A consequence of hiding
A consequence of hiding
Do you love me now that I’m green?
Do you love me now that I am green?
I’m not sinking, I’m diving
I’m not sinking, I am diving to you
Will you lend me your head
So I can feed off your brains?
I’d like to bury myself at least a little more
Inside these walls all I taste is salt
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9. |
Guest House*
03:48
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We keep our distance
Friendly commitments
Control
Past wish fulfilments
Return in moments
“Hey, how have you been?”
“Dead drunk, thanks for asking.”
Reach down and touch me
Feed this fantasy
Lose me in that look
One that I mistook
Is this really happening?
Will you still love me?
Laugh at my underwear
Bite you where you don’t have feeling
Do you anywhere?
Please stop staring at me
I get this sinking feeling
We danced to these organ songs
You played yours and I played too much of mine
Have you ever wanted me?
Was I just a guest in your body
And not your home?
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10. |
Someone You Know
05:44
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Sinking into the concrete, you are
Cemented with an iron chest
One whole world in a bell jar, you must
Hate the way that I’m dressed
Your white Jesus is rich and handsome
And sure as hell not a woman
And you send your naked evangelist gentleman
To swing his cock like a handgun
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
These boots seem to fit me well, don’t they?
Am I someone you know?
I must have fallen asleep in the garden
To wake up on fallow ground
With grossly misguided notions of what
It means for a man to be proud
Tasted poison in this spring water
But we’re still swigging it down
And these John Waynes still playing cowboys while their
Wives and sisters drown
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these boots make my legs look pretty?
Am I someone you know?
I was born on a Sunday morning
A day for my mother, not God
And dressed up in polyester neck ties
While lipstick coloured my jaw
Undead words in procession like a
Parade of fuck in your mouth
In the thrill of devouring, do you have
Trouble spitting them out?
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these worn, battered boots fit you too?
Am I someone you know?
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11. |
Infinite Reel*
08:06
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Sun spills through the window
This room is alight and I’m on fire
At least I’m sleeping
Rain taps at the window
A million wet white knuckles of a Scotland spring
Calling on me
One stream of silent consciousness
Who said I was lucid?
Oh, how embarrassing, I’ll believe in anything
Slept through a quarter century
Dreamt my remaining life well past twenty-five
At least I’m dreaming still
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CAPITOL Hamilton, Ontario
CAPITOL is a five-piece indie project from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, composed of brothers and best friends; Josh Kemp,
Robert J. Kemp, Wes Lintott, Matt Lintott & Chris McLaughlin.đź–¤
After their debut LP "Dream Noise", EP "All the Rest of My Heads", and short film score "Light Between Us" released in 2023, CAPITOL is currently finishing their sophomore record at Union Sound.
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