Cold City Album

Artist(s): Eux Autres

Tracklist

The Deadball Era

length: 3:09

Molly

length: 3:01

I left a camel coat
On the train to idaho
Out on the ninth fairway
And then a chimney dusts it
All in gray

Molly, Molly where you been tonight?
(Molly, Molly where you been tonight?)
Molly, Molly where you been tonight?
(Molly, Molly where you been tonight?)

When she discovered me
She took my matches and my keys
And then she stole my socks
Gave me a room without a view
And flipped the locks

Molly, Molly where you been tonight?
(Molly, Molly where you been tonight?)
Molly, Molly where you been tonight?
(Molly, Molly where you been tonight?)
Molly, Molly stop your lying
Molly, Molly where you been tonight?

When you take your leave of me
Tell the people that you see
In the places where you roam
Someone needs you back at home

I'm gonna count to ten
(One, two, three, four, five...)
And hope your change your mind by then
And then i'll steal your socks
Give you a room without a view
And flip the locks

Gratte-Ciel

length: 3:20
on voit les gratte-ciel de la fenêtre de notre chambre / quand j’étais petite mon frère me disait “ne regarde pas” / on voit les animaux de la fenêtre de notre chambre / j’ai besoin de papier pour couvrir ma fenêtre

When I'm Up

length: 3:18
when i’m up, i’m always up and down, ambitions run aground / i go out among the shuttered homes above the cobbled stones and darkened doorways / when i’m home i can hear the church bells ringing, still calling me out to greet the sun / all alone i can hear the choir singing, pack the bags and tickets cos i’m done / when i sleep, over bars under sheets, i hear them toss around, their limbs become unwound / it’s a shame that anecdotes are gained when scenes are rearranged and carbon dated / it’s a lie: the people on the quay are packing up their days in gilded boxes / when i’m home i can hear the church bells ringing, still calling me out to greet the sun / underneath my feet the pavement’s singing, pack the bags and tickets cos i’m done

Anne Boleyn

length: 3:08

The Town That Never Was

length: 2:11

The City All to Himself

length: 3:10
writer: Nicholas Larimer, Heather Larimer
Hey, I"ll tell you straight, I"ll tell you straight away just where you should go
Clocks, they never seem to stop, bring stones and rocks while taking stock of ordained folk
Seasons in the city
It"s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait (whoa oooo)
Dad, I left my wheels and cranks behind only to find the chances went begging
He said, 'Rico, those spires and steeples are for postcards, not people.'
Seasons in the city
It"s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait (whoa oooo)
We never thought it could happen against those northern hordes of blue
When we finally sent them packing, me and the boys knew just what to do
You win. You broke me again but I saw it coming promotions ago
You win. You broke me again but I saw it coming promotions ago

I"m bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don"t equal wholes
I'm bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don't equal the whole

Graceful Exit

length: 3:36
it seems we found a new name to change / lately, the smile before you speak: another hand upon my cheek / speed the plow boys before it gets away / your feet mounting the stairs bring me sleep / but baby, any moment i’ll be strong, it might have been there along while i was faking it / I’d rather break it all than watch it fade / graceful exits work from a distance, but up close, blood flows need some resistance / take it back, you could have guessed i wouldn’t take it sitting down

Collision Theory

length: 2:35
no Iberians or argentine, but up another flight / autumns on the bench, a barbed wire fence will never set you free / up the stairs and in the streets, don’t spend your time ensuring that we can’t compete / you knew / this is a collision, we’re never surviving this fall / it’s lower division for all / never missed a beat, another lost week and not a thing to show / seven sisters back in tow won’t beg or borrow for tomorrow’s tremolo / but I don’t mind

Park Bench Vacation

length: 4:07
made my way across the continent with nothing but my plates and press / greenwich slowed us with their weights and measures, and now we’re showing signs of stress / i wanna be in the keys, till you’re north for the summer / wandered up the coast and back again with just a bootleg tape of creed / scenes of servants’ mothers and their lovers all taken in at breakneck speed / i wanna be in the keys, but it’s always such a headache / but now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / no thinking only dreams and drinking down by the sea / now we’ll show them that their standard’s slipping, grappa sipping / i wanna be among the greeks, but it’s always such a headache / now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / plates never fade away / traits never fade away