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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


Missiles (2008)
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See I've come back from almost death.
And I've got to avenge everyone
that washed up here in a sea of blood,
in an ocean of sweat, maybe tears.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
I can't forgive and I won't forget.
I wanna pummel some heads just because.
And I called out to the Son of God
and I got response. I need more.
Come back, gonna get through to ya.
Come back, gonna get through to ya.
Come back, gonna get through to ya.
Come back, gonna get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
I ain't going back, no, never, never.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, I'll get through to ya.
Come back, oh, gonna get through to ya.

. . .


Here comes another heartbeat,
beating like a drum,
falling down a stairway to hell.
I know that sounds familiar.
We've heard it all before.
See I, I got nothing up my sleeves.
But you got dreams
of taking someone else's
dreams away.
I've seen my share of trouble.
I'm sick of playing the blues
and rebels taking over without a clue.
They got dreams
of taking someone else's
dreams away.
But we got dreams.

. . .


Our money isn't lasting.
Our money isn't lasting.
Gotta get milk for the baby
and our money isn't lasting.
Decapitative laughter
is keeping us alive.
Cavalcades of losers,
losing their minds.
Hoping for disaster.
Settin' off alarms.
Amid all of the deranged.
Amid all the charmed.
Do you remember that time
when we thought we were gonna die?
Well, baby nothing much has changed.
And yet they haven't been the same
since at all.
Our money isn't lasting.
Our money isn't lasting.
Gotta get milk for the baby.
Gotta get milk for the baby.

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Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list.
My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell.
With tears that just won't quell
this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness
of a hell below us.
Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul
a hope to make me whole again.
Down from a hundred to one.
Count. Down from a hundred to one.
Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow.
Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart.
Are you fading? Don't stop waiting.
Donors of excitement in this berlin heart.
Fight our way to the top of the list
without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all.
Don't come fro me I'll come to you.
Don't come for me. I'm counting.
Down from a hundred to one.
Count. Down from a hundred to one.
Count. Down from a hundred to one.
Count. Down From a hundred to one.
Count. Down from a hundred to one.
(solo)

. . .


Five in the morning, you know we couldn't sleep.
Might be inspiration but it's been this way for weeks.
And weeks. And weeks. And weeks. And weeks.
Do us all a favor; admit thy defeat, through the back of the head.
And maybe we'll sleep with the lights off.
Bring me a glass of water.
It must be good and clean. I'll chug it it with the dosage that I'm not to exceed.
And leave the hat on the bed. Leave the hat on the bed, leave the hat on the bed, leave the hat on the bed, leave the hat on the bed. And maybe we'll sleep with lights off.
Turn out the lights. Just hold me tight. Sleep through the night, could you, with me?

. . .


Been looking at the roadwork,
I can't work like this. It's hazardous for us.
Better hide out for the weekend
or they'll do us in, they'll do us all.
Don't make a sound.
Three times it could be denied;
it's a suicide mission
that has us by the balls.
Take the front and I'll take the back.
A surprise attack should do the job.
Don't look me down
Gonna make my way to the railway tracks.
There's a train coming soon and I can't look back
and I'm dying to know how much you care
I can hear it in the distance under my heartbeat.
I feel the rumble gettin' closer on the soles of my feet
and I'm dying to know how much you care.
Knocking over pillar after pillar of salt
only bullets gonna get me to a grinding halt
and I'm dying to know how much you care.
Oh Lord. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
It's been a life long sentence and you thought we were through
but now I'm dying to know how much you care.

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There are demons. There are demons around here. I ain't that stupid. And I feel beside myself. Running away to warm sunny days. We will hide our clothes. Run away from ourselves.

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Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends.
Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts.
This start might be the end.
There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro.
Just trying to get by on very little.
Missiles get guided through to our world.
Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord.
This stuff just tears me up.
You are cool as a cucumber when you shout out: "Nigger, don't interrupt!".
There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro.
Just trying to get by on very little.
Missiles get guided through to our world.

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Is this a cry for help? Are you gonna die? It's okay to think that once in awhile. No one knows just how you're suffering. They're drunk on the streets tonight. So who cares how you are suffering. Just speak the words beamed down here from up above, even though people think you're wrong. I know you're on to something. Yeah. People are saying you're wrong. But I know you're on to something. I think the world of you. Just say the words beamed down from above. Even though people think you're wrong, I know you're on to something.

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Once had a saviour
from child to teenager.
But now I'm a man,
a full grown man.
Spirit's been crippled
and feeling a little,
a little run down,
a little run down.
Could blame the devil;
he gave me the shovel
to dig my own grave.
You have to forgive me.
You just have to forgive me.
I'll make it right.
I'll make it right..
I'll make it through.
I'll make it right.
Came home from the doctor
feeling a bit stronger.
Tears in my eyes,
my swollen eyes.
It was my decision
to fill the prescription.
Well I had no choice.
I had no choice.
I am sinner,
ain't no beginner,
but I'm paid up in full.
Until the next time.
And there will be a next time.
I'll make it right.
I'll make it right.
I'll make it through.
I'll make it right.
This time.
This time.
This time.
This time.
This time.
This time.

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