Lyrics: Without Mythologies Album: Left and Leaving Artist: Weakerthans, The   A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones…

Lyrics: My Favorite Chords Album: Left and Leaving Artist: Weakerthans, The   They’re tearing up streets again. They’re building a new hotel. The Mayor’s out killing kids to keep taxes down, and me and my anger sit folding a paper…

Lyrics: Slips and Tangles Album: Left and Leaving Artist: Weakerthans, The   we’re rolling neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives as i greet another door that opens in to that place that…

Lyrics: Elegy for Elsabet Album: Left and Leaving Artist: Weakerthans, The   So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. She’s so tired of reading…

Lyrics: Pamphleteer Album: Left and Leaving Artist: Weakerthans, The   im standing on this corner cant get their attention facing rush hour faces turned around i clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest then watch it swoop…

Lyrics: Letter of Resignation Album: Fallow Artist: Weakerthans, The   Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there’s a certain search for certainty, you know…

Lyrics: (Past Due) Album: Reconstruction Site Artist: Weakerthans, The   February always finds you folding local papers open to the faces "passed away," to wonder what they’re holding in those hands we’re never shown. The places formal photographs refuse to…

Lyrics: None Of The Above Album: Fallow Artist: Weakerthans, The   All night restaurant, Norh Kildonan. Luke warm coffee tastes like soap. I trace you outline in spilled sugar, killing time and killing hope. This brand new strip mall chews…

Lyrics: Greatest Hits Collection Album: Fallow Artist: Weakerthans, The   Knock so I’ll know you’re still there, half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I’ve got these threads of you and…

Lyrics: Plea From a Cat Named Virtue Album: Reconstruction Site Artist: Weakerthans, The   Why don’t you ever want to play? I’m tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as i do now, and you don’t eat…