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Grade School Matinee

by The Origin

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4 o’clock in a small town Summer rain on hot clay Another bullseye of a day Another bullseye of a day They’re casting in the basement of the church They all have the scripts but no one knows the words A leading lady, or a double for the stunts You’re only human once You’re only human once Drop your bikes, look around It’s 5 o’clock in a small town
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I miss your scent, and your cellophane eyes No accident, just a flaw in our design Maybe I will spend the next day counting all the colours The blues are strong in here, they outnumber the others No point debating, you can be the captain of the team Thank you for waiting, thank you for waiting For me With tired lungs, throwing voices down the hall I’ve seen your face take shape, but it’s the echo I recall I’ll invent an algorithm, divide and solve for x To calculate away the distance, to the time zone after next No point debating, you can be director of the scene Thank you for waiting, thank you for waiting For me I miss your scent, and your cellophane eyes No point debating, you can be director of the scene Thank you for waiting, thank you for waiting For me
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No Enemies 03:04
It’s taking out mortgage To pay the loans It’s separating tables When no one in the house is home Did you ever used to keep a set of those Encyclopedia Britannicas? We used to keep them in shag carpet Nintendo room That’s where we had the poster of Terminator 2 And the broken Sega Genesis For me, your cousin and you And there’s that sting you feel when loved ones start to gloat We used to keep our friends and enemies close All I’m saying is I’m afraid is all The Guns of August or the Ides of March All I wanted was a dream All I wanted was a dream All I wanted was a dream and now it’s real Cold open, title credits and a big reveal Before… You stop the pioneering And start the settling down The struggling behemoth Of ego coming around Now when you make it to the ball game You’re watching the from the stands Cheering on the little players With all the little fans
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We Were Kids 03:06
In my head there’s a line I can recite at any time To turn the clocks back to 1999 Bittersweet in my mouth Like a promise that you doubt Or a bad word, when you’re young and you’re still figuring it out Almost there, out of reach It’s the dialect we speak We crack the night sky like a crescent wrench through a stained glass canopy We were kids We were kids Making the most of it We were kids Orange crush, fingernails Every time I see you I’m impaled Like my last defence has failed Remember how the sisters prayed With their fingers crossed and hair in braids In hushed tones by the funeral home, trying to get paid We were kids We were kids Making the most of it We were kids Every time I see you I’m impaled Every time I see you I’m impaled Every time I see you I’m impaled
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In the comfort of the home stretch, in a parking lot I’m breathing in the darkness while the cool kids talk And I’m separating quickly, right before your eyes Like the evening in the bleachers, when we came to life Spilling all our secrets But I barely mean it Lay me down in a field Tell me again that I’m beyond my years You said I was the last thing you could feel So turn the record over, I’m ready to come over Should I fade into the backdrop of a chemtrail sky We’re addicted to the heartbreak and we don’t know why Spinning all our favourites Like some deep cut playlist Lay me down in a field Tell me again that I’m beyond my years You said I was the last thing you could feel So turn the record over, I’m ready to come over Everything will be just fine Everything will be just fine I guess Everything will be just fine Everything will be just fine I guess
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Catalunya 04:04
The signs were written in the language They speak in Catalunya The streets no longer filled with tourists We didn’t even notice I think Antoni might have poured us too much wine Mediterranean subtropic suits you fine You, you Midlander The waves were reaching us by midnight Mare Nostrum Our names was hanging from the lanyards We wouldn’t have tomorrow Could you stay for a bit more? Could you be discreet when you leave? Catalunya Catalunya Could you stay for a bit more? Could you be discreet when you leave? Catalunya Catalunya

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released June 25, 2022

Grade School Matinee produced and distributed by The Origin.

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The Origin Victoria, British Columbia

Formed by members Tom Hayward, and Sean Allan and Curtis Duggan, The Origin began making music together in the late-aughts as a five-piece BC act. During the downtime of 2020, three founding members came back together. The result is brand new music!

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