1. |
I Faked It
02:31
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I Faked It
I faked it
now that I look back
from the very first kiss
I knew it wouldn’t last
yeah I faked it
from the song to the dance
opened up my eyes
I saw that chance
and I took it
didn’t care that you would hate me
shooting fish inside a barrel
taking candy from a baby
I faked it
when I left you
you were stumbling in the dark
I’m not sorry that it hurt
when I took your heart apart
‘cause I liked it
I remember how it felt
when I fell in love with someone
and they hit below the belt
so I hit you
and I knew that you would hate me
shooting fish inside a barrel
yeah it’s never been so easy
I faked
I faked it
it was never you and me
when I said it was forever
I was lying through my teeth
for example
when I said it wouldn’t hurt
there was not a chance in hell
it was ever gonna work
to be truthful
the pleasure didn’t last
before I took a drink
the ice had melted in the glass
now it’s empty
and you and I are through
the only thing I wanna do
is point the gun at you
so I fake it
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2. |
Take Me Outside
03:00
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Take Me Outside
take me outside
and blow my fucking head off
with your eyes, it’s alright
I guess I deserved it this time
well, maybe next time it’ll be better
at the watering hole
I go to fill my soul
but I’ll probably end up
on the stripper’s pole
in this sea of birds and bees
I go unnoticed
I’ll have another please
I will not last a year if I’m alone
I count the cars as they pass by my home
take me outside
take me outside
take me outside
‘cause I’m gonna get mine
I just keep on thinking, it’s a matter of time
well I can’t stand the wait
is the party almost over
I will not last a year if I’m alone out here
I count the cars as they pass by my home
so many things to do
but look who you’re talking to
back to my ways when I hang up the phone
take me outside
‘cause there’s booze in my veins
and blood on the floor
and I don’t think my body can take anymore
take me outside
and blow my fucking head off
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3. |
Telephones
03:09
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Telephones
I only talk to you by telephone
and rarely see you on my weekends home
I’d rather sit and watch my television shows
you know as well as me we’re not in love
can’t help but think of all the times you’ve said goodbye
never once did you feel the need to force a cry
no that’d be too much to ask, movie pusher movie pusher
I hate baby, I hate it baby
I have a strong heart but you play too rough
you listen to techno I hate that stuff
at people’s parties hey we don’t say much
but when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
I spend our peaceful hours peaking at your watch
it never used to be cold sitting on your roof top
but now I feel the weather
our fights have fucked our shelter
our fights have fucked our shelter
but when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
I only talk to you by telephones
rarely see you on my weekends home
you’d rather sit and watch the movies that you push
you know as well as me we’re not in love
can’t help but think about to talk about our lives
and how you said you’d never had a better time
oh you used to make my Mondays Saturday’s
I hate it baby, I hate it baby
but when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
and when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
yeah when we’re alone together talking like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side
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4. |
Mountains To The Mess
02:29
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Mountains to the Mess
walking outside in the rain and the snow
I don’t understand your life
so I guess I must be slow
but if I was slow, then how would I know
put a quarter in my mouth
wind me up and watch me go
take a little time to watch the clock hands fly
and you wonder where I am
and to who I’m telling lies
well I’m outside in the rain and the snow
you can’t understand my mind
but it’s not for you to know
I’m on top of the world
who put me here
I wanna go back home
have I made myself clear
I remember looking at the stars in the sky
and connecting all the dots
laying on the grass at night
counting to a million for the very first time
when I got half way
I couldn’t finish the line
I’m on top of the world
don’t leave me here
I wanna go back home
have I made myself clear
suppress and get depressed, I’m in my favourite dress
we get together every Sunday and add mountains to the mess
you’re a good friend, I will not give you away
I will not give you away
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5. |
Field Song
04:04
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Field Song
I fell in a field, today was ok
I stayed in the leaves, the grass and the hay
and the sun went down like it always does
I slept with the ghosts, ‘till the morning flood
awoke to the rain, the afternoon came
are you gone, are you gone, it still looks the same
same room, same door
same, same, same
all alone in the woods, just me and the rain
I know it’s true what they say about us
I know it’s already over
my love won’t wait for you, or anybody else
I know it’s already over
when you’re ice cold you feel no pain
so tell me off I’ll go away
when you’re ice cold you feel no pain
so tell me off I’ll go away
I know it’s true what they say about us
I know it’s already over
my love won’t wait for you, or anybody else
I know it’s already over
I know it’s true what they say about us
I know it’s already over
my love won’t wait for you, or anybody else
I know that you know that it’s over
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6. |
Untouchable
03:41
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Untouchable
stars are shining I feel fine, all my lives are intertwined
every love I’ve ever known, don’t come to me leave me alone
don’t you get too comfortable, I’ve become untouchable
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
walking on the street at night, everyone’s asleep inside
keep on dreaming like you should, just never in my neighbourhood
I can’t tell when it’s too much, I can’t take it when we touch
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
my arms
my legs
my lips
we slip
my hands
my face
this place, unreachable
my heart, untouchable
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
untouchable
untouchable, don’t touch me
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7. |
Pretty Things
02:56
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Pretty Things
pretty things
I can’t be bothered with these pretty things
they scoop me up when I’m unhappy
they take and take until there’s nothing
but I don’t learn
I make the same mistakes and old wrong turns
it’s like a bee sting or a slapping
it shakes you up ‘till you are nothing
it shakes you up ‘till you’re a pretty thing
pretty thing
I’m not affected by your pretty face
this is the last time I come running
the ghosts and hellish lows are coming
watch and learn
your empty head is like a trigger
I fill it up when no one’s looking
the string inside my chest keeps pulling
I fill you up ‘cause you’re a pretty thing
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8. |
In My Dreams
03:45
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In My Dreams
I’m gonna throw a rope
will you be there to catch it
we’ll pull two halves together
will you visit me in dreams
haunt me in my sleep
can you make it better
my heart’s on the line
for someone that isn’t mine
am I wasting my time
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
waiting on a phone call, wearing out your memory
where have you been
distance makes the heart grow fond
skipping stones across the pond
will you be there to catch them
I see you everywhere I go
why does time pass by so slow
when you’re waiting on something
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
waiting on a phone call, wearing out your memory
where have you been
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
waiting on a postcard, tearing out your memory
floating to sea
watching the clouds pass by
I’m trying to make sense of the sky
I close my eyes and I fly
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
waiting on a phone call, wearing out your memory
where have you been
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
waiting on a postcard, tearing out your memory
floating to sea
I’m beginning to think you only exist in my dreams
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9. |
Wind Will Blow
02:19
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Wind Will Blow
I know that good is what you are, even from a far
I like the things that you create
and when you came inside right then, well I knew you were a friend
no matter what I do or say
and oh if the wind will blow
then you can believe it’s so
you’re running through me like a blade
but if happiness should fade, I had it once and that’s enough
and it is true you are the one, but as clear as it’s become
we hide behind the window pane, scared and stupid
oh if the wind will blow
then you can believe it’s so
you run right through me like a blade
but if happiness should fade, I had it once and that’s enough
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10. |
Dancing
03:08
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Dancing
dancing in the bar, dancing in the street
running with the headlights, clenching all my teeth
gotta settle down, not sure if I can
hadn’t thought of leaving and I didn’t have a plan
well I’ve never felt this light, my head feels like a star
it burns behind my eyeballs, it’s lighting up the dark
I used to feel like twenty dollars rolled up in a cab
I knew I was worth something but the future made me sad
all the times I’ve dreamed
to wake up with nothing
you’re the sweetest dream
‘cause I don’t have to sleep
we’ll always be dancing, I’ll make sure of that
and running with the headlights, trying to catch a cab
sleeping through the mornings, playing in the stars
yelling things at strangers
look how lucky we are
look how lucky we are
all the times I’ve dreamed
to wake up with nothing
you’re the sweetest dream
‘cause I don’t have to sleep
all the times I’ve dreamed
to wake up with nothing
you’re the sweetest dream
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Mo Kenney Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
Juno nominated singer-songwriter from Dartmouth, NS.
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