Canada Girls

by Adrian Morse

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These are some new songs I wrote really recently that needed little demos to be recorded. These are the little demos. They were recorded on a random rainy afternoon. These aren't professional recordings. And these songs are babies. They are works in progress. If any of them get further developed later or become band songs, it'll be interesting to look back here and see what they sounded like before they really got explored by better musicians and better editors. And perhaps recorded at a time where I have more patience.

But I think the songs are still not so bad. So that's all.

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released July 23, 2012

all songs carefully written and recklessly recorded by AMM. Pretty Misery Music© 2012.

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Adrian Morse Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Based out of Philadelphia, Adrian is classically trained in composing for computers and a self-taught destroyer of stringed instruments. He is a veteran of countless musical missteps, unrealized bands, and aborted projects. His latest releases include a solo acoustic EP of (mostly) covers and the power pop band Readership. ... more

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Track Name: Ottawa
The call came in, the ID said New York
You said you were trying harder and harder, but you were still falling short
Had your fill of scuttling notions and burying emotions
You can’t put words on the way you think you feel

And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
Still the rain pours in, the rain pours down
The rain pours in, and we are just trying to keep our feet on solid ground

We’ll head down to Nashville and I’ll start a country rock band
Play in every bar in town, and we'll dance with the drunks if they can take our sound
And then we’ll hit the road when we’ve worn our welcome out
Head for 65, and I’ll let you decide whether we head north or south

And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
Still the rain pours in, with the sound of a southern storm
The rain pours in, and we are left wanting more

We’ll run it 'til the car goes bust
'Til the gas runs out and the engine’s spitting dust
And if we end up in Mexico on a windswept sunny shore
With country desert desolation and never needing more
And when we head into some provincial town
I will sputter with my Spanish, you can laugh and point around
Because your bright face speaks to everyone

And there isn’t any sense in building a bridge over the space inside your heart
It’s a sinkhole, darling, and the two sides are only getting further and further apart
So let’s let it go to hell and we’ll just go...
So let’s let it go to hell and we’ll just go...