Mutual Feelings of Love

by Rival Boys

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1.
Movement 03:08
violent thoughts wrestle with a giant loss a spoiling frost spreads like fire when people talk a child’s home torn down by a ringing phone a fever with no course to run no stars aligned, no fire from the sky can shine a light on words that reconcile no heart of stone will wilt under a precious poem nothing said makes sense of what is wrong a speech is made, a child, a grave a flower laid, a final wave the gesture lost: in movement overcome = left with naught, but finding comfort in the thought that broken hearts are impervious to flying darts all is known, less love laid bare to its bones: a force no strength of will can overcome. the misery of doubt and blame twists happiness all-up with shame can beating hearts undo what has been done? = deliver scorn on golden tongue
2.
Dark Science 03:43
maintained fellowship is not a game relationships built patiently the meeting place of hate and shame we’ll fake another wall a cage, a cause a fated final brawl. left lame and lost and hated after all: the stain of cost. hated after all our names are lost. = a golden place: where we can chase our favourite things while up above the son relays all the shades of his father’s hate no shining principle legitimates, no fiery symbol will strip youth from age. with only time to kill, we’re left to wait and out-last “predictable” our test, our fate. = a fevered heart's withdrawal from strength of will leaves poisoned animal, asleep and ill: his faith in science flawed. a light held still will trace no comet’s fall.
3.
a handsome boy tries to behave and act a way beyond his age and leave a mark so people say ‘what was his name? what was his name?’ I can see him standing there with crooked teeth and curly hair a face drawn in a solemn stare as clear as day as clear as day = a patient man casts off the frame that holds him straight and on his legs, propertied, and living grave. he lies awake he lies awake and worries ‘bout mistakes he’s made and if he should have played it safe romantic thoughts are thought too late thought too late, thought too late = to sleep’s no use no sweeter than dreams confused by fever = when I can’t sleep my mind will race past people standing round my bed through empty halls where I’m chased I move my legs, move my legs and hope to hear a tender word to make me think of something good like happy kids locked in embrace lie face to face to face to face = a worried heart lives alone lives alone
4.
React To It 03:56
a dog with shining eyes and smiling teeth finds a bone and buries it a boy beset by rules becomes a beast wait til he’s grown and marry him don’t cross that man, his love is lost but he waits for the night to react to it and see her silhouetted to her bones = left too long, grown too old a body turned to stone lead and tin, razed to coals and made to solid gold = I need a stolen heart to bring me relief a life’s evil deeds to rail against a safe place to start, a map we can read or lines so our feet can follow them a fever to cut the cord suspending our tastes from being to blame for our actions is what we need by couldn’t know-oh
5.
sleep can make a fever go dull like fire pulled out on a string a spark will send a man in shackles from first breath to his final dream read the pattern in the brick wall stolen thoughts of awful things a Lover’s Kiss, a Scientist’s Call fill your nights with fevered dreams = a lover’s anvil = catch the shapes cast black by the light an arm leads to a child’s hand a ghost that only comes out at night once a man, once a man raise a hammer, lover of mine, anvils, stakes, nails and chains build a house to lay down inside sleep and dream of falling rain = a lover’s anvil
6.
“true love will never grow - we’re too different when push comes to shove. and when we’d be alone our conversations would be awkward because we’d be bored and miserable and all the romance would dissolve into fuss and un-wearable clothes oh…” “your negativity has got me feeling really down in the dumps. you say we couldn’t be, but I look forward to the future because the future that I see is one of mutual feelings of love where we share recipes ohhh…”
7.
it’s late and I feel my thoughts go running on past rails, past fences past car doors forming walls the face of a man of a boy who wanted one shines out from a well from a great height looking on all summer long when we were young all our scores were settled by street-lights coming on a change in the pace of my racing mind’s memories gives weight, gives embrace to the thoughts I don’t want in me the face of the ghost of the dream that I want to see lies down for the night closes eyes and waits for me asleep by the light of a lamp leaves a fiery dream of foxes and sheep, berries and waterwings the thoughts that my mind wants to share with the memories that I live when I sleep, when I sleep and am free to dream the weight of wrong I’m carrying along won’t stop my heart from wanting you no fame no gun no power no name no lion’s growl no cane no crutch no cowl no grace will bear me through no song no sight no flower no night no glance no howl no art but selfless love will let me truly talk to you
8.
Mean Home 03:43
a world with no altitude wires strike the latitude through the streets and avenues a black current carries you a change in weather brings black birds in great black silhouettes too strange to make-believe precise and intricate a rain of maple keys wind shakes the branches overhead – a hard rain, a bad dream yeah yeah yeah = it’s mean but that don’t mean no child can’t find no real home, real home = a world with no altitude wires strike the latitude through the streets and avenues a black current carries you a trial, a just hand a field of faces to forget a bad taste, that bad smell before they eat that bad again it’s too late, the right man to explain this all has left now shit’s all shot to hell yeah yeah yeah = it’s mean but that don’t mean no child can’t find no real home real home
9.
Recovery 03:50
I think of all I’ve ever done in my life and I feel like I should leave this city late at night I’ve got a car, got the keys, I can drive I need something to take to the streets, so that when I die I’ll never let go, never let go, never let go, never let go never let go, never let go, never let go, never let go = I’ll burn the sheets that hold the sleep I know: recovery from crippling control. fight the fever keeping me alone on my feet or on my knees, you know oh-ohh, I’m calling out = we’re calling out, we’re calling out
10.
Fine Lines 02:30
an arrowhead of black geese the twisted shapes of dead trees all thoughts are prey to some beast a seed of rape under green leaves a whale is prey to harpoons I’m so ashamed I want you a hate untamed by love’s wounds I have your name, I own you. the swing of a gate the click of a phone hung up on the fate that keeps us alone all my life’s stories that I’ve never told give me a page and I’ll draw you a home in = fine, fine, fine lines fine, fine, fine lines your heart is mine, mine, mine, mine = a figurehead, a just man a touch withdrawn is a cut hand a memory: a tin-can tied to a string heard love’s plan the swing of a gate the click of a phone hung up on the fate that keeps us alone all my life’s stories that I’ve never told give me a page and I’ll draw you a home in = fine, fine, fine lines fine, fine, fine lines your heart is mine, mine, mine, mine =
11.
White Light 03:12
branch blows back and forth tapping on window tighten blankets so you don’t feel the cold love that begs and begs a loveless way to live lover, fade away leave a soldier chained walk away, walk a mile, and find I love you more walk away, walk a mile, and find I love you more walk away, walk a mile, and find I love you more walk away, walk a mile, and find I love you more = the body dressed for cold: mittens, scarf and all. the beating heart, evolved, is still animal. = maybe a golden dart finally finds your heart watching river flow from down below
12.
hello my dear, would you like to make a plan to goto the beach and sit out on the sand? let it let it sift through the fingers of our hands til it burns our skin and we dig to find the damp. we’d sit watch the kids make up games to play worked up to a fever pitch to while away the days. we could sleep and dream of stones at the bottom of the lake well safe safe beneath the washing of the waves = don’t fret that stones fear the ending of the earth: a last breath the ghost of a sentimental urge; that love left no trace an inconsequential hurt too plain too close too small to be observed. a flat expanse not worked by any hand no path no path a monument of land and no map no photograph can illustrate the plan don’t fret worry is that crutch that makes a man a denier a denier a denier.

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Recorded 2010-2011 at Chemical Sound in Toronto ON.
Engineered by Mike Rocha, and Jay Sadlowski, with assistance from Dean Marino (tracks 2,5,6,8,9,10).

Produced by Mike Rocha.

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released May 31, 2011

Graeme Rose - guitar, vocals
Lee Rose - bass, vocals, violin
Sam Sholdice - drums, vocals


Guest vocalists (track 9): Brooke Gagne, Laura Rafferty, Mike Rocha, Corey Wells

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