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The Dears
The Dears


Background information
Origin Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Dangerbird Records
MapleMusic Recordings
Albert Productions
Arts & Crafts
Website Website
Members
Murray Lightburn
Natalia Yanchak
Patrick Krief
Rob Benvie
Roberto Arquilla
Jeff Luciani
Former members
Richard MacDonald
John Tod
Andrew White
Brigitte Mayes
Jonathan Cohen
Valérie Jodoin Keaton
Martin Pelland
George Donoso



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The Dears Album



2000
1.
2.
Jazz Waltz No. 3 in B-Flat
3.
4.
Where the World Begins and Ends
5.
6.
7.
8.
Partir, par terre
. . .



Have you ever hear of Gide?
I won't advise, it's full of lies
Trust me, I know 'cos I believed it so
What was I supposed to do? Turn my back?
Well, that would lack a certain amount of happiness, no doubt
It's brutal and cruel and inevitable

It's not my fault so I don't care anymore
I'm packing up and moving out
And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say
To say

Take me home and tuck me in
Hold me tight and I just might tell you all I know (I'm feeling pretty low)
Sunglasses and handkerchiefs
I'm chronicling everything that's happened to us, so hate me if you must
It's easy to do so easy to do, yeah
And so convenient

It's all my fault though I don't care anymore. I'm packing up and moving out
And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say
Trying to find new things to say


. . .

Jazz Waltz No. 3 in B-Flat

[No lyrics]

. . .



i'm the one who's very fond of adventure
tripping over feet i scrape my knees
seeking out my lover
only she can cure my unbearable open wound

turn on the radio and listen to me sing
throw that tv out into the street
wait for me i'll meet you on the corner of
the impossible and the dark


. . .

Where the World Begins and Ends

[No lyrics]

. . .



I've been a liar, I've been a thief.
But now I don't think that is what I want to be.
I'll do anything you want any old time.
Oh yeah.
Don't have any money.
(Pockets are empty)
Don't have any looks,
(I am a dog)
just borrowed pianos
(I'm coming over)
that I can't hardly play.
(To use what I want to)
I may have a pen somewhere, staff paper too.
I'm asking for it.
You need some more brandy.
(Got a pack of cigarettes)
You need cocaine.
(Give me more drugs)
You're in self-destruct mode.
(I'm self-destructing)
Maybe it's the pain.
(And hurting all over)
I don't need anything,
(Don't need nobody)
I just need you
(Nobody else)
You and I.
It's all so shameful.
You and I...it's all...it's a shame.
You're just a loverful.


. . .



It's so very sad that I prefer to sleep in a Hollywood bed
And it's so very sad that I prefer a love so miserably led.
Well what did you want? Would you rather this in a different font? I don't know.

I'm happy to say that I am forever changing my ways.
For there is nothing else to spill, except a demi-format bottle of pills.
Well what did you want? Would you rather this in a different font? Oh, no.
no.

Is this the end? has our time come and gone? It's like every book we've read and every film we saw.
lalalalala
If this is how our world must fall apart, no sewing kits to mend our broken hearts, clearly there's no point in this pretense.
Still we're left to find out how it ends.
How will it end?
Is this the end?!?


. . .



There is no such thing as love
And I know that's awfully cynical to say
But I need proof that it is possible today
I'm not easy I'm just easily swayed
'Cause I thought life was a cabaret, old chum
Now I wanted to turn it off but my heart is just too soft

There is no such thing as love

Let me give it to you straight
Straight like an arrow
See, it looks a lot like staring at the sun
And it sounds so much like broken glass
Perhaps you're reeling from an awkward pass
And it feels just like you want to die
And there's no one left to watch you cry
I've got to convince myself and just about everybody else that there's no love

There's no such thing as love
No, no
There's no such thing as love
No, no
There's no such thing as love
No, no
There's no such thing as love (5x)


. . .

Partir, par terre

[No lyrics]

. . .


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