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by Northern Primitive

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1.
Highway 04:39
Summer time, days get a little longer well I can't see the snow through the forest In a town that I call a summer home any other time, any other place well I'd burn it to the ground. she lifts me up but I don't mind until I find another path to a place covered in vines. she lifts me up but not that often any more I'm on a highway In my wake I see black clouds getting longer well I can't see the snow through the forest winter time, dead boy you get stronger well I can't see the trees, for the sleet she lifts me up but I don't mind until I find another path to a place covered in vines she lifts me up but not that often any more i'm on a highway, Highway. We're on a highway.
2.
Tractor Beam 03:23
A tractor beam follows the same path -- in between. and I'm overwhelmed by all the comfort when it fell over the seven seas now it's over but I can see a million miles ray of light find a new way it's been long and you're tired. took my time found a new road back to me go, bloodshot eyes you were once searchers now you're idle I'm overwhelmed ill at ease, ill at health. Suddenly, I am blind well it's not much but i'm easily satisfied Ray of light find a new way it's been long and you're tired. took my time found a new way back to me.
3.
No reason to enjoy this seasonal disappointment the doctor said i'm a winter baby now they've conjoined us a harsh fool, with harsher times they told me i'm a winter baby I was born on december 16 born and raised on the primitive dream. No reason to rejoice in the figments of my cold skin I sing, and snow starts to fall. sometimes it's poison, other times it's wine; it's day to day, and nothing's for certain. I was raised on the soil and seeds that would sow a primitive dream. no reason to enjoy this the figments of my cold pen.
4.
My heart is like a four stroke on fire my land is wrough with luxury now you got a modern man gotta put him under the flames 'cause he's a soul machine. my love is as safe as winter tires my mind is primitive and clean take out a city girl, gotta put her back in the shade 'cause she's a soul machine. well the question here is 'what do we need for soul survival?' maybe something good to read and a litre of good oil. my heart is like a mad man up on the wire looking down at the tops of trees now you got a country boy gotta put him back in the soil 'cause he's a soul machine.
5.
and if we found a native voice no more worrying about time and place another house burns down in the early hours now I never look to the east for fear that i'll get pulled over the hills I saw the future and in my wake, I know it is I the primitive one. if you go what would we offer? what would you offer? and if I found another place would you notice by all the changes in my face and if we crossed another sea would it bring out the civilian in me? over the hills I saw the future and in my wake, I know it is I the primitive one if you go what would we offer? what would you offer?
6.
space travel is as easy to play as a pocket game while all the worn projectiles will curse the adept child. the shape i'm in doesn't really matter in the end we're defective worn projectiles. coming to terms with the wicked ones is as easy to read as assembly lines while after market bastards still rip apart the asphalt. the shape i'm doesn't really matter in the end we're defective worn projectiles. i've got mind to reach out to the primitive leave the home i'm living in and find something fine. and with the time, I'd write the model citizen and find the time to rescind to the idiot sublime. Space traveler, you're as easy to read as a picture book.
7.
maybe i've always been a hothead I never trust flourescent lights it might be fever but brother it's killing me and we still know that sudden jerks don't mix with driving. oh but love comes between us at the worst times. Maybe i've always been a pothead I never trust flourescent lights it might be fever sure as hell ain't sympathy and we will know that sudden jerks don't mix with driving.
8.
Stay Low 04:24
Her name was twisting, burnin', building a flame on those who lay their charm in a corner left untouched by pastors, poets, priests and thieves; 'come with me' she said 'come with me' he came despite the wishes of the pastor proclaimed 'neither god nor master' and now the time's right fortune screams. this one came from the heart of the vast pacific dream. stay low. now I'm neither safe nor sorry I gained ten years spent in worry but now the time's right, I can tell. I saw her face on a high road back to hell. stay low. and you might find yourself in the distance hate, pains, coming to terms with ease; she is the one who painted all her surroundings and left the heavy strokes on me. stay low.

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tunes by miller, sajn, topolinsky
recorded at tapes and plates studio, 2010, Welland, Ontario, Canada
with Kenny Meehan and Ian Romano

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released July 22, 2012

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