Out on the waves
Over the railing asking the crowd
Send you back
To stage its sail it's sailing away
They left behind
Looking for searchlights leading the charge
The mass appeal
To brilliant bruisers taking the wheel
And the sea was alright and it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
Now the grenade
And it's seconds before the bang
Wanted to keep
Much of that leader of your gang
Born at the hearts
Of brilliant bruisers where we find them
And 'til we do
We'll have to drift until we find them
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
With the junkyard science
To hang on
And do a bang-on
Impression
Will young sorrow
It's tied in
Firing of the sirens
Go in fighting
To crying
The rising star dying
Of this own virus
It's tied in
The firing of the sirens
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
And now we know how to never go back
And the sea was alright
Yes it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
The New Pornographers - Brill Bruisers Album Lyrics
The New Pornographers - Brill Bruisers Lyrics
Writer: Carl Allan Newman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Champions Of Red Wine
We are champions of red wine
We're poured all over
It's what we're known for
The fine art of crossed lines
Crossed for old times
Like starting over
Oh like the headlands
Need waves to root for
You're coming over
You've done your research
It has the force of water
And we've got a lot here
The steps I take back to you
The steps I take back to you
I think we could save lives
If we don't spend them
Way undercover
I am not your love song
Love song gone wrong
I'm coming over
The steps I take back to you
The steps I take back to you
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
We're champions of red wine
We're poured all over
And we're coming over, we're coming over, we're coming over
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
We're poured all over
It's what we're known for
The fine art of crossed lines
Crossed for old times
Like starting over
Oh like the headlands
Need waves to root for
You're coming over
You've done your research
It has the force of water
And we've got a lot here
The steps I take back to you
The steps I take back to you
I think we could save lives
If we don't spend them
Way undercover
I am not your love song
Love song gone wrong
I'm coming over
The steps I take back to you
The steps I take back to you
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
We're champions of red wine
We're poured all over
And we're coming over, we're coming over, we're coming over
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, lie, la, la, la, la, lie, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Writer: Carl Allan Newman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Fantasy Fools
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Here come the fortune seekers
Backyard dreams that bleed their secrets
The fortune seekers
Spinning wheels in the sand
All out of body, out of hand
The plan to redirect the arc of time (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Is spread out on the bedspread stained with wine (oh, oh, oh)
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
Here come the fortune seekers
Using muscle memory dreaming fever
The fortune seekers
What we wanted deadly clear
We wanted rapture, well, it's been here
The plan to launch a careful strategy
Is spread out on the bedspread carelessly
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Here come the fortune seekers
Backyard dreams that bleed their secrets
The fortune seekers
Spinning wheels in the sand
All out of body, out of hand
The plan to redirect the arc of time (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Is spread out on the bedspread stained with wine (oh, oh, oh)
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
Here come the fortune seekers
Using muscle memory dreaming fever
The fortune seekers
What we wanted deadly clear
We wanted rapture, well, it's been here
The plan to launch a careful strategy
Is spread out on the bedspread carelessly
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
We'll hang some bells on your daylights, and it's like they look brand new
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts too
What the hell, since we traveled so far from a future feared
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
Let's begin then, the fantasy fool the experts
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
You're gonna need your body
Writer: Carl Allan Newman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
War On The East Coast
Last night I dreamt
Vancouver dressed up in the ocean
Last night I dreamt
Victoria drowned in the ocean
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Star power, star power
The king bends over to smell a flower
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
My getaway bag, I worked on it all day
A girl on a motorbike goes the wrong way
Wild gypsy shit, never knew what hit 'er
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
Vancouver dressed up in the ocean
Last night I dreamt
Victoria drowned in the ocean
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Star power, star power
The king bends over to smell a flower
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
Blondes, brunettes, paper jets
My getaway bag, I worked on it all day
A girl on a motorbike goes the wrong way
Wild gypsy shit, never knew what hit 'er
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
I wanted to go home with you
I wanted to stay true to the cause
But look what we're living in
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
It's war out west, oh, I don't care, I don't care
It's war on the east coast
Writer: DAN BEJAR
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Before I knew to choose the music of celebrity
I sang backups on the backstairs, the backstairs, the backstairs
(Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
I wore out grooves sneaking around the servants' quarters, so
So I knew my way around the backstairs
There is another West, you'll find out
It's nearly thunderous
There is another West, much wilder
You feel it under us
And yet another West, a new one when you arrive
I move so slow, I didn't know that I was backing out
It was getting packed out on the backstairs, the backstairs, the backstairs
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
There is another West, you'll find out
It's nearly thunderous
There is another West, much wilder
You feel it under us
And yet another West, a new one when you arrive
Another West, a new one when you arrive
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
And I came, and I saw
And I ran, and I won (taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
And I came, and I saw
And I ran, and I won (taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs (I knew my way around the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Before I knew to choose the music of celebrity
I sang backups on the backstairs, the backstairs, the backstairs
(Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
I wore out grooves sneaking around the servants' quarters, so
So I knew my way around the backstairs
There is another West, you'll find out
It's nearly thunderous
There is another West, much wilder
You feel it under us
And yet another West, a new one when you arrive
I move so slow, I didn't know that I was backing out
It was getting packed out on the backstairs, the backstairs, the backstairs
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
And I came, and I saw, and I ran, and I won
There is another West, you'll find out
It's nearly thunderous
There is another West, much wilder
You feel it under us
And yet another West, a new one when you arrive
Another West, a new one when you arrive
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
And I came, and I saw
And I ran, and I won (taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
And I came, and I saw
And I ran, and I won (taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs (I knew my way around the backstairs)
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Taking the backstairs, taking the backstairs
Writer: Carl Allan Newman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Marching Orders
What do these marching orders mean?
Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreams
It's what they do
Stepping to
Marching ten paces in front of you
Let's put this countdown clock away
Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn
Let them rust, turn to dust
What the heart can't imagine we'll trust
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
What do these marching orders say?
Spelled out in loud forgotten language, they leave
The voice wrecked; don't connect
What the fuse was put there to protect
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
Come on, really lose your voice.
Come on, really lose it.
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
No, your marching orders stay
Always despise them, anyway,
So hell no, it won't go
Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreams
It's what they do
Stepping to
Marching ten paces in front of you
Let's put this countdown clock away
Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn
Let them rust, turn to dust
What the heart can't imagine we'll trust
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
What do these marching orders say?
Spelled out in loud forgotten language, they leave
The voice wrecked; don't connect
What the fuse was put there to protect
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
Come on, really lose your voice.
Come on, really lose it.
They
They say we can't make this stuff up,
But what else could we make?
No, your marching orders stay
Always despise them, anyway,
So hell no, it won't go
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Another Drug Deal Of The Heart
We can't send it back
Pretend it's yours 'cause it will be
It will still be cracked
Are you sure we bought the right thrill here?
It's a drug deal of the heart
Don't meet me here
Just meet me out on that corner stop
I won't pay you here
Let's treat it more like being sworn enough
Like a drug deal of the heart
A drug deal of the heart
It's a drug deal of the heart
Pretend it's yours 'cause it will be
It will still be cracked
Are you sure we bought the right thrill here?
It's a drug deal of the heart
Don't meet me here
Just meet me out on that corner stop
I won't pay you here
Let's treat it more like being sworn enough
Like a drug deal of the heart
A drug deal of the heart
It's a drug deal of the heart
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Born With A Sound
(I heard a sound in my head, but)
There's death in the bread line, there's death on the vine
I wanted you quite often in that I wanted you all of the time
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
I was into the illusion, I was into the never ending scene
And the sound of confusion in the willow's eye
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
Singing the mistress' Tanqueray
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words to get it out
Now I know love is the way
Get it out
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words to get it out
Now I know love is the way
Get it out
Get it out
I see death in the bread line, I see death on the vine
I want you quite often, I want you all of the time
I heard a sound in my head and I couldn't get it out, get it out
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound (I've been up all night)
I was born with a sound (I've been up all day)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
There's death in the bread line, there's death on the vine
I wanted you quite often in that I wanted you all of the time
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
I was into the illusion, I was into the never ending scene
And the sound of confusion in the willow's eye
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
Singing the mistress' Tanqueray
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words to get it out
Now I know love is the way
Get it out
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words to get it out
Now I know love is the way
Get it out
Get it out
I see death in the bread line, I see death on the vine
I want you quite often, I want you all of the time
I heard a sound in my head and I couldn't get it out, get it out
I've been up all night, I've been up all day
I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound (I've been up all night)
I was born with a sound (I've been up all day)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
(I was born with a sound, I was born with a sound)
Writer: Dan Bejar
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Wide Eyes
Overlooking the canyon,
Right from where I'm standing,
I swear I see my former glory still burning
It had every intent of returning
There's years to planning and landing
To prepare for jumping the canyon
It's not the death-defying, or cheering,
It's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing
And if you see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
Still I'm tying up loose ends
I'm tying them to a chance to defy them
To protect and hide them, untie them
These are not the ones you want to untie them
And now I'm jumping the canyon
After years of planning and planning
It's the monumental challenge of feeling
That you must fight before you start freewheeling
And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the wide eyes of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
Proves my rule
Right from where I'm standing,
I swear I see my former glory still burning
It had every intent of returning
There's years to planning and landing
To prepare for jumping the canyon
It's not the death-defying, or cheering,
It's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing
And if you see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
Still I'm tying up loose ends
I'm tying them to a chance to defy them
To protect and hide them, untie them
These are not the ones you want to untie them
And now I'm jumping the canyon
After years of planning and planning
It's the monumental challenge of feeling
That you must fight before you start freewheeling
And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the wide eyes of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
And if I see no hope for me
I still see hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception that proves my rule
Proves my rule
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Dancehall Domine
Out on the waves
Over the railing asking the crowd
Send you back
To stage its sail it's sailing away
They left behind
Looking for searchlights leading the charge
The mass appeal
To brilliant bruisers taking the wheel
And the sea was alright and it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
Now the grenade
And it's seconds before the bang
Wanted to keep
Much of that leader of your gang
Born at the hearts
Of brilliant bruisers where we find them
And 'til we do
We'll have to drift until we find them
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
With the junkyard science
To hang on
And do a bang-on
Impression
Will young sorrow
It's tied in
Firing of the sirens
Go in fighting
To crying
The rising star dying
Of this own virus
It's tied in
The firing of the sirens
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
And now we know how to never go back
And the sea was alright
Yes it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
Over the railing asking the crowd
Send you back
To stage its sail it's sailing away
They left behind
Looking for searchlights leading the charge
The mass appeal
To brilliant bruisers taking the wheel
And the sea was alright and it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
Now the grenade
And it's seconds before the bang
Wanted to keep
Much of that leader of your gang
Born at the hearts
Of brilliant bruisers where we find them
And 'til we do
We'll have to drift until we find them
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
With the junkyard science
To hang on
And do a bang-on
Impression
Will young sorrow
It's tied in
Firing of the sirens
Go in fighting
To crying
The rising star dying
Of this own virus
It's tied in
The firing of the sirens
And the sea was alright
And it was alright, it's
And now we know how to never go back
And the sea was alright
Yes it was alright, it's
It's all we know now to never go back
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Spidyr
So you wanted to go towards the street life
But the city at night was not for you
Your mind saw sparks, mine saw stars
We play games, we play guitars
I don't know where you are but I'm coming
Spider
Spider
Spider
Your mind saw sparks, mine saw stars
We were playing games, playing guitars
I don't know, I don't know
Spider
They want you, they want you, they want you
They want you, they want you, they want you
They want you, they want you, they want you (f*ck)
They want you, they want you, they want you
But the city at night was not for you
Your mind saw sparks, mine saw stars
We play games, we play guitars
I don't know where you are but I'm coming
Spider
Spider
Spider
Your mind saw sparks, mine saw stars
We were playing games, playing guitars
I don't know, I don't know
Spider
They want you, they want you, they want you
They want you, they want you, they want you
They want you, they want you, they want you (f*ck)
They want you, they want you, they want you
Writer: Dan Bejar
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Hi-Rise
We're out on the roof
All eyes in the night
Are concentrated and glowing
An explosion effect
Walking on the roof
Of a hi-rise on the moon
You never go where you're going
But points there is room
You're much harder to place
Now that you are floating untethered in space
I'm falling into madrigals
I'm falling into madrigals
What you want is not the star
What you want is not the star
Walking on the roof
Of a hi-rise here to stay
Experiment in levitation
A psychic left to pray
You're much harder to place
Now that you are floating untethered in space
I'm falling into madrigals
I'm falling into madrigals
What you want is not the star
What you want is not the star
All eyes in the night
Are concentrated and glowing
An explosion effect
Walking on the roof
Of a hi-rise on the moon
You never go where you're going
But points there is room
You're much harder to place
Now that you are floating untethered in space
I'm falling into madrigals
I'm falling into madrigals
What you want is not the star
What you want is not the star
Walking on the roof
Of a hi-rise here to stay
Experiment in levitation
A psychic left to pray
You're much harder to place
Now that you are floating untethered in space
I'm falling into madrigals
I'm falling into madrigals
What you want is not the star
What you want is not the star
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
You Tell Me Where
Take a breather
They came for Caesar
But I don't think he's here
Disiderata
Is that your name now
Glad you came out
You've proved your poison
Is more than noise and
The joy's addictive
Although restrictive
Fair baby beware or not are we square
Old friends from last call
Searching a glass for
Some famous last words
Let from the master
With all your shit talking
And all your blue stocking
And hit the spell check
You want some hell check?
Direct your own pace
You need your own place
So you tell me where
To be I'll be there
A little seasick
But feel you've fallen
And now it's crawling
Me I'm hauling
Old friends from last call
Searching a glass for
Some famous last words
Let from the master
You see my range, you could change me
If you wanted to
Just rearrange a few pieces and run
If there's no way but the high road to save me
If that's not easy so leave me alone
Think I could change to become what you want me
To think we could finally be done
So you tell me where to be, I'll be there
They came for Caesar
But I don't think he's here
Disiderata
Is that your name now
Glad you came out
You've proved your poison
Is more than noise and
The joy's addictive
Although restrictive
Fair baby beware or not are we square
Old friends from last call
Searching a glass for
Some famous last words
Let from the master
With all your shit talking
And all your blue stocking
And hit the spell check
You want some hell check?
Direct your own pace
You need your own place
So you tell me where
To be I'll be there
A little seasick
But feel you've fallen
And now it's crawling
Me I'm hauling
Old friends from last call
Searching a glass for
Some famous last words
Let from the master
You see my range, you could change me
If you wanted to
Just rearrange a few pieces and run
If there's no way but the high road to save me
If that's not easy so leave me alone
Think I could change to become what you want me
To think we could finally be done
So you tell me where to be, I'll be there
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Brill Bruisers is the sixth studio album by Canadian indie rock band the New Pornographers. It was released on August 26, 2014 and debuted at number 13 on the Billboard 200. In describing the album, A.C. Newman called it "a celebration record... After periods of difficulty, I am at a place where nothing in my life is dragging me down and the music reflects that."
The first single from the album was "Brill Bruisers", released on June 10, 2014. The second single, "War on the East Coast", was released on July 16, 2014. The album was a longlisted nominee for the 2015 Polaris Music Prize on June 16, 2015, and was shortlisted on July 16, 2015.
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The New PornographersThe first single from the album was "Brill Bruisers", released on June 10, 2014. The second single, "War on the East Coast", was released on July 16, 2014. The album was a longlisted nominee for the 2015 Polaris Music Prize on June 16, 2015, and was shortlisted on July 16, 2015.
Genre(s): Indie rock, power pop
Length: 43:01
Released: August 26th, 2014
Year: 2014