Nothing Anywhere

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released September 10, 2015

Music and Lyrics by Sagi James Shahar

Performed by Cannons (Sagi J. Shahar, Yonny Joseph, Yoav Arbel, Nimrod Goldfarb)

Musical Production by Tambourine Monkey

Artwork by Maurann Stein

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Track Name: Nothing Anywhere #1 (Intro)
I want to marry a French poet.
I want to live in a city where the wind blows.
I want to open the window each morning, and stare at the sky for more than a moment.
One day I will leave this place. Not soon, but I will.
I want to go on adventures. Everything excites me.
Oh, words, they mean the world to me.
Track Name: Weekend Getaways
Oh, tell me that you love me if you love me still.
Oh, say you'll look after me if you care about me still.
Tell me that the weight on the chest will disappear when daylight is back.

Dear god, what should I do to break this salty solitude?

The heat is back in town, and the nights are red again.
The music flows through our streets like the blood in the youngsters.
They won't have to get away no more; look, that's all they ever needed.

Dear god, what should I do to break this despised peace?

Distractions are just distractions.
The weekend whims are only weekend whims.

I missed those times so much, kisses on the bridge.
While our sheets are spread on hills, we keep sniping at cranes.
And once we dive our souls away, we'll never be adults again.

The ships announce last call to the next weekend's escape people.

When the ice melts into the courts, we'll sail in boats until they order to stop.
Track Name: Invisible Cities
There's nothing romantic in waiting for this feeling to pass.
I cannot find the charm in spending so many nights alone.
Devices are not effective; again it's hard to breath.
A few calls, and my soul is already spread upon the operating table.

The letters are hiding in the tired facial creases.
I owe you so much of this.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever stop thinking about you.
I wonder, no longer able to understand clearly what I'm missing.

When will time be in our hands again?
Love, I don't ask for much.
Do kids still jump into the river from the bridge?
Weaving strings over their backyards, staying up all night,
Crossing fingers, staring down,
waiting for something big to happen.

My own blood doesn't scare me anymore.
Track Name: Saddest Kids
If you could only see the way that I am these days,
you would cherish the fear, honey, you would cherish the fear.

Another wasted day cuts through the air in hail.
You should nourish your grief, darling, you should nourish the grief.

We were just born much sadder than the others.
We are the saddest kids.

Dress up and come outside, I want you to hear me weep.
You could feel free again, honey, you could feel free again.

The streets are white and grey.
Your hands are so cold, we crash.
You should reverence it, darling, you should reverence ache.

We were just born more doleful than the others.
We are the saddest kids.
Track Name: Brains
Sometimes you wish you were the girl they buy drinks to.
It's easier to dream when you have nothing to lose.
Well, but you have plans to save the earth.
You even read every night before you go to bed.

Demons are in again.
Sorrow is here again.
Restless feet on the lane.
High fences conceal the pain.

You've got the brains,
and she's got a nice pair to buy her fame.

It's just an illusion to keep your dull routine.
You moved far away, but you can't get your head clear.
Well, it's not so bad to figure you were wrong.
No one is looking for a decent conversation here, I know.

Demons are in again.
Sorrow is here again.
Young skirts freely wave their hands.
Don't look straight, it's hazardous.

You've got the brains,
and she's got her lips full to buy her fame.

You've got the brains,
and she's got a tall scum to buy her fame.

You've got the brains,
and she's knocked me off just to buy her fame.
Call me.
Track Name: Debauchery Nights
How many nights,
how many nights of caving in the suburbs, depression, Van Gogh.
One piece is missing and it's driving me mad.
The missing piece is making me crazy.

Everyone goes to the sea to relax.
I go because it's as far as I can get.
To think of greater things than you and me;
Beyond the narrowness that wraps me for months.

Let me fill up; give me all you have to offer.
Debauchery nights aren't giving me pleasure.
I'd like to go anyway, take me out anyway.

First there's a limb and then there's a knife.
A connection I wish I never have found.
You'll be recognized, oh, after you die.
Now get off to the street and have a decent cry.

Just give me a call and tell me it's fine.
Tell me that maybe you could still be mine.
But don't pass me by as if you are not the only girl I have ever loved.

Let me fill up; give me all you have to offer.
Debauchery nights aren't giving me pleasure.
I'd like to go anyway, take me out anyway.

Beats of burden. Beats of slumber.
Debauchery nights aren't giving me pleasure.

This is why I stay at home. This is exactly why I stay at home.

How many more nights will I be looking for other words for misery?
Track Name: Stray Ships
What should we do with this time?
Why won't you come over? I'm sick of silence.
We tried it a variety of ways and they all lead up.

Days of melting into coffee cups.
Mental stagnation to cool the decay.
Don't look at me; I have no magic solution,
I already offered an apartment on the other side of the earth.

I'm trusting you too much. Maybe it's time to part.
Last time you were by my side it took me weeks to recover.
How much would you sacrifice? I'm not going in it twice.
I can't go further than that, must return until sunset.

Narrow times of sailors in trouble,
I want to go back to square one.
Wish I didn't know it's sinking.
Inhaling a bit of courage, crossing the line that used to lead me.

I will dive and this week will pass.
Hear nothing but my own grunts.
I will dive and this week will pass.
Continue to exist, continue to exist.
Enroll for an emptiness prevention course.

Do you feel it's too small for your size? Do you feel it has no content?
You could have done anything right now, but it's so damn boring.
Track Name: Sunrises
Lately, the sunrise starts boring you as well.
Days go by slowly. It's too hot on the shoreline.
Even if you could hold all that you need, you still won't be satisfied.

As if you were a timeline you count the hours that pass, one after another.
And the day's emptiness nibbling at all of your veins.
Dream of other times.

I was hoping to find some peace in your eyes,
after years that you've been searching for a father figure.
But today's white soon will be all red.
People don't stick around forever.
Imagine how tomorrow you will be much closer.

The smell of lemon and citrus peels returns you back half life time.
You thought that if you'd stand on your own the world will do the rest.
(Did it do anything at all?)

And on Saturdays you hold a paintbrush again, and drift with the sounds of the afternoon.
Dream of other times. Dream of other times.
Imagine how tomorrow you will be much closer.

Lately, the sunrise starts boring you as well.
How many can you possibly draw?
Track Name: Maudlin Queen
Woke up too early,
you cried for help from our drowning sheets.
Last night you still wanted to be miss universe.
My heart is ripped, you're begging.
Well, mine's as well.

Queen of help from drowning sheets.

You are wandering through gold to youth.
Remember, you once had something worthwhile to do.
Now, the days - they always end the same;
Foreseeing troubles on steamy mirrors.

Queen of help from drowning sheets
swimming in a stream of tears,
trying to hang on while she can,
trying to hold on to what she grabs with her eyes closed.

I'm tired of dreaming sluggishly of being the knight who saves you from these storms.

I'm covering you in a skinny blanket.
Caressing, saying everything will be alright,
but thinking I would also settle for okay.
The sun will soon be up again.

Queen of help from drowning sheets
swimming in a stream of tears,
trying to hang on while she can,
trying to hold on to what she grabs with her eyes closed.

I'm tired of dreaming sluggishly of being the knight who saves you from these storms.
Track Name: Nothing Anywhere #2 (Outro)
I want to marry a French poet.
A few anxiety disorders won't stop me.
Meanwhile, i just want to find someone to share a bed with tonight.
I am incapable of loving less.
I can't throw anything, even if it's not good.
Just expanding my heart, so I could contain it all.
I'll just live as much as I can until I can't.
Track Name: Trapped (Night of the Gas Station Explosion)
Trapped inside your house.
I didn't even mean to say it.
Nothing will calm you down now.

Your walls are crying out of outrageous nostalgia.
The colours are slowly fading through your window.

We would love to run away.

I guess we need a different kind of warmth.
Sometimes it feels like you can't pour your heart out,
or at least to fight back your obstacles.

We would love to run away.

Yes, we'd love to run away,
but that's where you're at.
That's where we're at.
It only matters if you have something to do about it.

You don't have to say you love me just because I care.
Are you fine with wasting all of your time?
Don't let your youth slip away, like I let mine.
We're so short on time.

Trapped inside your house.
It hurts less to be silent together.
The radio announces about the gas station explosion.
Nothing will calm you down now.

The air is freezing cold
on the fast lane to our lungs,
but we are still stifled here.

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