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Alexisonfire
Alexisonfire


Background information
Origin St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada
Genre(s) Post-Hardcore
Melodic Hardcore
Punk Rock
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) Vagrant Records
Equal Vision Records
Dine Alone Records
Distort Entertainment
Associated acts City and Colour
Anti-Flag
Jersey
The Black Lungs
Hunter (Canadian band)
Moneen
Cancer Bats
Website Website
Members
George Pettit
Dallas Green
Wade MacNeil
Chris Steele
Jordan "Ratbeard" Hastings
Former members
Jesse Ingelevics



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Alexisonfire Album


Old Crows / Young Cardinals (06/23/2009)
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Two Sisters (Japanese bonus track)
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Wayfarer Youth (Japanese bonus track)
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Old Crows ride in the mouth of the beast
Sleep beneath its tongue cradled by its teeth
We roam from shore to shore
From the open sky to the ocean floor

The more we move, the less we are ourselves
and when we finally stop, we change to something else

as rapid as, a river flows,
as frigid as, the cold wind can blow,
as devious as the devils grin,
our blood is cold as we shed our skin now.

We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
Oh-oh-oh
We are are not the kids we used to be
stop wishing for yesterday

The crows are calling, seems the end is near
they're spelling out our names yet we have no fear
All the damage that a man can do,
when ambition takes over we search for the truth

Sometimes, life just gets the best of us
some things in life will get the best of us

We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
Oh-oh-oh (stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
Stop wishing for yesterday
Stop wishing for yesterday!

Every skyline beats in my chest
Somewhere between love and sadness
This is our fate, this is our test
We ride in the mouth of madness


as rapid as a river flows,
as frigid as the cold wind can blow,
as devious as the devils creep,
Our blood is cold, now we'll shed our skin!

We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
(stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be
Oh-oh-oh (stop wishing for yesterday)
We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)
wishing for yesterday
wishing for yesterday

. . .


Strange things happen in the nighttime hours
I was yesterday's voice, tomorrow's ours
Those who see numbers refuse the great forgiver
Powerful men raise your hands and deliver
Low superstition to which we all claim

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 song
And rain your innocence on me

Strange things happen in the night time
I was twice as crazed and wolves devour
Ghosts of love are going through the blinds
Nicotine babies will pull those vines
The god of the sea is swinging his trident
We soak our clothes with the sounds of violence
The sun, it retreats through the dust and the dead
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

Oh, young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh, hear our song
And rain your innocence on me

Young cardinals
Take flight
Return to nest in the black of night
There were things you were not meant to know

. . .


America, blaring in my ears all day
America, I don't see the glory of your ways
The oldest money flows through a bloodline
Let's see if your empire stands the test of time

Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege
Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep

America, grit and bear the resentment of the world
With all your ugliness and arrogant self-worth
Desperate to grease the gears of the hideous machine
They swine, they writhe and praise the infallible regime

Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege
Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep

Lost though you are free
In America
Lost though you are free
In America
Lost though you are free

Its time to justify your pride
In America
Its time to justify your pride
In America

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep

. . .


All blossoms die in the light of our new culture
Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered
Countless lessons lie in every fever dream
A million voices asking, what does it all mean?

I've lost all direction
I've lost all my direction
And now I wish that I would have believed, could have believed
ESCAPE!! ESCAPE!!
Nature's indifferent hands
RETREAT!! RETREAT!!
To the bliss of creation

We were born and raised (We're raised)
To live beyond (Beyond)
The heft and weight of a world undone (world undone)
Like a bird (In search)
From the North (For warmth)
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth

Two hands come together
Pray for greater yields
Two poles of a compass
Guided by a field
In the mind of every man
Two ghosts dance
Was this place made or was it here by chance?

Chorus

Uncountable numbers written in new-fallen snow
I can hear the claws of the beast
Tapping at my window
Nihilist sleeps, and in dreams he sees God's face
Realize even disbelief requires a leap of faith

From birth to death we search for what's yet to be known
We hope and pray and ask, but we are never shown

Chorus

4x Born and Raised (and Raised)

. . .


We greet each day with bloodshot eyes
The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands
Filled with our warped intentions
The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
The sun laughs in all our faces
It shows a world that we can't save
So now, armed with blades in hand
We cut a path from birth to grave

We don't know where we're going
But we know that we're getting there

No rest
For the wicked
No rest
For the wicked, say hey

We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse

We don't know where we're going
But we know, we're getting there

No rest
For the wicked
No rest
For the wicked, say hey

Like a car crash
Like a landmine
Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous

Like a snake's tooth
Like thin ice
Like mixing blood, we are dangerous

No rest
For the wicked
No rest
For the wicked, say hey

. . .


He comes, he comes
Judge so severe
Seven trumpets speak
Oh they speak him near

He comes, he comes
Judge so severe
Seven trumpets speak
Oh, they speak him near

He comes, he comes
Judge so severe
Seven trumpets speak
Oh, they speak him near

He comes, he comes
Judge so severe
Seven trumpets speak
Speak the sound of fear

(Oh mother, you oughta be there)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die)
Roll Jordan, roll Jordan

(Oh father, you oughta be there)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die)
Roll Jordan, roll Jordan

He comes, he comes
The judge so severe
You know the seven trumpets
Well, they speak him near

Hallelujah
We'll praise the lord
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
(We'll praise the lord)
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
(We'll praise the lord)
Hallelujah

(Oh mother, you oughta be there)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die)
Roll Jordan, roll Jordan

(Oh father, you oughta be there)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die)
Roll Jordan, roll Jordan

(Oh sister, you oughta be there)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die)
Roll Jordan, roll Jordan

(Oh brother, my sweet brother)
I want to go to heaven
(I'm gonna go to heaven when I die).

. . .


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
Old hearts, we need to mend
It's time to start again
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
Try to keep him in his place
Midnight regulations
Midnight regulations
Oh, all you common men
You need to fight for a new way
But what can be done
About the way things have become?
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

. . .


Pregnant teens on the Barton Street bus
Homeless people living off crust
and there's a beat-up town car - it's starting to rust
Hard soles are kicking up dust
Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50's
To the north, all the small town outcasts are now the big city bourgeoisie

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
Drunks in the village are picking fights

So, police line the streets to read them their rights
No controlling hot summer nights
The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
We sit and watch the stack, on fire, to the east across the bay

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

There's something in the church belfry
At the corner of Victoria and King
And it screams out into the night
It sings this city's plight

All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girl on Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

. . .


We are the nameless victoms of the generation lost
Searching for somewhere to excist

. . .


Everyone on the count of three: Accept Crime!
one-two-three!
Bethlehem to Galilee: Accept Crime
one-two-three!

between the sheets the voyeur watches you
and each caress takes us one step further from his dire crusade
we will be free to use our bodies as we please
we will be free to use our bodies as we please
say hey! There's no police
Hey! There's no police between two beating hearts
hey! There's no police
Hey! There's no police between two beating hearts

Let the clergy damn our every emotion
Until every impulse is a revolution
And what we know to be good
will lead and carry us through
it's our chance to use your disobedient free will
say We will be free to use our bodies as we please
We will be free to use our bodies as we please

say hey! There's no police
Hey! There's no police between two beating hearts
hey! There's no police there's no police no police
Between two beating hearts

I feel no guilt
I wont repent
Day to day
I accept crime
That's for me to confess

[guitar solo]

hey! There's no police
Hey! There's no police between two beating hearts
hey! There's no police
Hey! There's no police between two beating hearts
Between two beating hearts
Between two beating hearts
Between two beating hearts
Between two beating hearts I know

. . .


When will this winter end?
The snow's been fallin' for months
The town all dressed in white
And my skin is burning from the wind

Our coats aren't in disguise
And are soaked from the morning light
My burial, I can't succeed
Frozen and paralyzed

All winter...

Ooh...

All winter...

Ooh...

. . .

Two Sisters

[No lyrics]

. . .

Wayfarer Youth

[No lyrics]

. . .


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