Too Drunk To Fight
Lyrics by Ben Elliott

Well I went to the doctor to show him I was limping I said, 
“hey man can you help me out my bank account in shrinking”
He said, “son, come and see me in 6 to 8 or 9 months”
Well there you go, you know, this is why I really hate Toronto

Well I stumbled home from working all day long been pulling cable
As I approach my home sweet home I find a broken elevator
And I said, “good lord! I live up on the 18th floor!”
So its up the stairs I go, this is why I fucking hate Toronto

And all the bums we chance to meet and all the crowded traffic streets
And all the glaring billboard eyes, are pushing me away
But all them lonely subway cars and all them karaoke bars
The tower twinkling in the sky, its begging me to stay

If I go down to the dollar store I’m spending 50 bucks or more
If I wanna take you on a date I gotta save for a month you’ll have to wait
Oh shit! This isn’t how to pick up women is it?
But romance costs me so much dough
The price you pay for living in Toronto

Our mayor looks like Chris Farley but all his jokes are lost on me
And he’s burning down the libraries and its scaring me away
But rosey glows in certain light inspires me that we just might
Take back our city one fair night, and it makes me wanna stay

I know I won’t stay here forever
But I know country life’s no better
We all just work to sleep
Sleep to wake
Wake to be
Anything I want to 
Get on your feet, off your knees, hit the street young punk
It’s like the gloves are coming off
This time, the gloves are coming off

Dee dee dee deedoldee dee dee dee

The Argonauts and Raptors suck the Maple Leafs with mighty luck
Might make the playoffs or win the cup but they’re asking me to pay
200 bucks where my nose bleeds, see all those empty corporate seats?
They’re out supporting TFC


Too Drunk to Fight

Vanity License
Lyrics by Ben Elliott

Found out where you were sleeping
Found out where you had gone
Spent the whole night, awaiting your arrival
On the curb in my car
When I told you I was waiting
You swiftly called the cops
Not a bad move, what was I thinking
I woulda got caught

You can’t smash their faces, just cuz they make you feel like shit
You can’t slash their brake lines even though you feel like it
So I make words weapons build them up a bit by bit
When I’ve amassed my army, I’ll come flying in a fit

Dreamt you changed your vanity license plate
Your truck from red to white
But wait now why do I see you, whenever my eyes clothes
Almost every single night
Then I dreamt I left you in a cornfield
Impaled with an ice pick sure
But it wasn’t my problem, cuz it wasn’t my ice pick
At least no not anymore

And I can’t break these cycles, although I power wash my brain
And I can’t stop this dreaming although I stay awake for days
I can’t call your parents just to put you in disgrace
All this reckless whining is like a sucker-punch in vain


Vanity License

1985 (for Peter and Lynn)
Lyrics by Ben Elliott

You found a way into my heart again, You burned a hole like we were back in 85
Glad you stole in to my time again, with the children that you bore and brought alive
You started folding my clothes again, started rummaging around and found me out
You found a way into my heart again, you we got a place down south

Oh the salty air
Could it clear a lung
Could I rest a spot?

You found a way into my time again, showed me a fallen that I though I’d never know
Saw the flowers blooming under me, you planned a time we would all be left alone
You found a way to break me down again, lifting me up with all the words you care to lie
You found a way to break my spine again, burning a hole like it was 1985

Oh the salty road
Oh the blustering
Oh the winds that fly

Remember January the 29 degrees below as the TO wind it rips right through
All the building angle home again, so off I head but I am going there without you
Don’t know where you’re heading now, but I will be with you here, there, wherever soon
Know you’re sick in your home again, but I planned a honeymoon

North of the moon


1985

Hourglass

Distance

Another City is a fresh, new Toronto based band that incorporates many different influences and styles into a fast-paced, dance-ready, spill your beer type of sound. With co-writers hailing from fog veiled and ocean-fresh St. John's, Newfoundland, to the soot and grim of Detroit's dirty little brother Windsor, Another City combines energetic, catchy guitar riffs, hard-hitting drums, and a sometimes dueling, sometimes complimentary male-female vocal tandem. With some members focusing on musical performance degrees at York University, others being self-taught musicians day-shifting as 9-5 tradesmen, and still others falling in between, Another City has found a delicate mix of theory and reckless abandon, meticulousness and disregard, planning and passion, art and noise.

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