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Terminal City

by Adrian Teacher and the Subs

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I never learned; same summer sunburn here. Oh they lied-- summer wine. Sail! Across the Salish Sea
 21st century,
 that was me-- at 22
 1,000 acres of cedar trees
 Bus wires snap off, spark lightning Van City So that I could be with you
 And you could be with--you could be with me. Here
. Granville strip. 
Searching for Emily Carr Punks. I can’t go home. Why not? Punk! I found my home.
Oh my god you got your mojo back You never were that slack You had to want it to receive it On the cover of a magazine Another victory.... You had to want it to believe it! How could you do that to me? Baby. Put it up on the marquee. You're all that I know The places you go All that I know The roses you grow Along the dirty road There she goes-- she’s had a heart attack And as you catch her back Always thought it would be you first Floor the truck and get her out of here And you can barely steer The stop signs do not matter Please rest assured that It never occurred to me Armed in the tender age Your poetry fucked with me If you don’t climb trees then you can’t feed the birds It was never the melody and always the words
Called Up 02:45
Vape another cigarette Pass another head shop It’s beside that head shop Counterculture hey-hey-hey It’s another top bun giving me a headache Smart enough to know he’s done Hoping that he’d be the one That he would get called up Tore our poster from the pole And someone keyed the F-word in the elevator Never seem to play it right You, you’re trying to make it Me I’m trying to fake it Her advice read Her advice…they can’t get to you In your head In your heart In your mind Or your fucking guts Used to wake up late Greasy breakfasts all the time Everything was easy Felt the sun against my eyes Never did like parties Never did it for the prize Or to be called up (Ditch the party)
All day long I sit and stare While charmless babes walk everywhere And Delicas and breweries surround me Coffee shop economy Friends that cannot make ends meet Nothing left you’ve been priced out and left town But not you: you leave the light on! A bedroom light. For me, tonight, and when I stumble home “I can’t believe it. Why are we still here? What the hell happened?” Yuppies walk their puppies hand in hand In front of taco stands Luxury is charmless and it’s hopeless ...but not you. “What was here before, some kind of 'mom and pop'? They’ve really cleaned it up, haven’t they?” Well, how would you like to be remembered? I hope that you believe in somebody new. But I’m with you.
After eating a delicious bowl of Pho at my favourite Vietnamese restaurant I walked across the street to the show-room It was summer and there was nothing to do The woman smiled at me said: "Is there anything you liked to know about the neighbourhood?" I told that I'd lived here for ten years. We all know that I cannot save it! "This neighborhood has lot of character. Lots of new restaurants and shops," she said. "We're bringing the west to the east." We all live in a terminal city back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
The crows are coming home Clouds begin to drift 20 years of schooling And they put you on the split shift This is how I live This is how I love Everybody's tired Everybody's wired This City Is sick But I'm not Sick of it It's your fault It's my fault? Who sold it? Forget America. Vision that they had Vision that they flaunt Everybody lives Like a debutante I work hard You make art You're bankrolled By father This hood so Damn Boho You killed it She said so
Westfalia 79 02:11
Old Westfalia 79 Bought it from that friend of mine Then we used it to see the world Now it's tarped up near the car I built houses, you stayed home with the children--simple life Then I started drinking hard I salute you from the yard Ultra modern, ultra light Built our castle in my hand and I drowned there everyday She's the one that got away
In the light of a hundred eyes I could do anything that I wanted Oh lightning gets me every time Wrinkled palms when she asks for a dime A decent life Is what you wanted But I feel the same In the light of a thousand eyes I could do anything that you needed Oh gentlemen in the paper bag crowns One palm up and the other one down In the light of a million eyes Couldn't help you even if I wanted Gentlemen go to heaven she said
Everyone is tired of me It's how the story goes All alone, I'm weird at shows And I don't know where to go Wash the ink stamp off my wrist and I crush a couple of cans I'm not here for any bands Cuz I'm just a casual fan So I ride through the alleys that I like Cracked walls that show the demise At the park, some alcohol The sun burns holes in my eyes There's a certain way that the light curves And I'm just a bundle of nerves There's a sure fire way to stay angry It's not something that I deserve There's a sure fire way to get happy But I'm just a bundle of nerves
Maybe we should stop This hotel looks grand I wonder if my credit card will be declined again? Let's drop our bags And lock our bikes together Near the lake that shines on Your cotton summer dress Down to the dock I drink my beer You find that turtle in the grass I put some zebra mussels on my chest Be prepared to stop


"Terminal City, the debut album by former Apollo Ghosts leader Adrian Teacher, documents a rapidly changing Vancouver, an endangered planet, faltering relationships and personal loss. It is a return to classic form – filtering heavy subject matter through the 2.5 minute frantically upbeat power-pop song, while giving gentle musical nods to 70s UK pub rock."

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released May 27, 2016

Amanda P-Drums and Vocals
Robbie N-Bass and Vocals
Adrian Teacher-Guitar and Vocals


Ridley Bishop-Sax // Chris-a-riffic-Keys // Aaron Read-Violin // Mef, Cole and Jory-Vocals

Terminal City was recorded to tape at the Bottle Garden in Montreal by Peter Woodford and also recorded and mixed by David Carswell at JC/DC studios in Vancouver. Mastered by Joshua Stevenson at Otic Sound.


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