New Pornographers: Myriad Harbour Lyrics
Songwriters: Bejar, Daniel;I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)
I said to John
Do you think the girls here
(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
Oh well I do
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
All the boys
With their home-made microphones
(Have very interesting sounds)
All the girls falling to ruin
Dropping out of school, breakin' daddy's heart
(Just to hang around)
I walked into the local record store
And asked for an American music anthology
It sounds fun
They taught my sketches (?)
Stuck 'em on the walls of PS1
I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do
Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?
(All I ever want to help with was you)
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Pressureby Company of Thieves
Pressure
I am angry all the time
No one’s fault but mine
Tell me how you fashion kind when you’re out of style
I have tried hard to answer
All the questions that you’ve posed
Tell me now how should I care when I feel so alone and so unloved
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
You come home real late at night
Ripe to pick a fight
I know jut the kind you like so come on, and bite
I’ve tried hard to answer
All the punches that you’ve thrown
Tell me now how should I fare when I feel so unloved and alone
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I’ve been compromising for you
I’m waiting at the bus stop in the morning, and it’s pouring
I’m waiting at the bus stop for you
Staring at walls with closed doors and a key that won’t work
Sure helps the time pass by
Saying I’m wrong when I’m wrong and knowing it’s the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind
Staring at walls with closed doors and a key that won’t work
Sure helps the time pass by
Saying I’m wrong when I’m wrong and knowing it’s the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
OHhhhh
I’m waiting at the bus stop in the morning, and it’s pouring
I’m waiting at the bus stop in the morning, and it’s pouring
I’m waiting at the bus stop for you
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