the Marika EP

by Marika G.

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released May 20, 2012

Lyrics co-written by Marika Gauthier & David "Tokyo" Speirs.
Music, production, arrangement, recording, and mixing by Tokyo Speirs at Solar Sound Studios, London ON.
Performance by Marika Gauthier & Tokyo Speirs
Additional mixing and / or editing by Paul Mack

Mastering by George Seara

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Marika G. Ottawa, Ontario

Marika is what bright, new solo artists from Montreal should sound like.
With a whole mess of familiarity and just a tinge of strange, her unique sound peaks its flagship debut out from the sordid indie alternative pop fog to remind us that good music still exists. She dives into disparate genres every song and makes no excuse for it.
Climb aboard each layer of this shameless emotion-ocean.
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Track Name: Music Box
The moon is up but she can’t sleep,
Nine years tough, but acting sweet
The worst the day, the better the dreams,
Of floating away on window beams
Only to wake up with makeup on her sleeves

Love is a music box,
Everybody hums but no one talks
Everybody runs but no one walks,
What will we become if the music stops?

Brokenhearted, like the toys
She tries to play with, underjoyed
I pray to God one day she knows
She isn’t worthless
And all at once, I’m so amazed
At how she glows when Jesus saves
And all I know is how to pray
For daddy’s little princess

Love is a music box,
Everybody hums but no one talks
Everybody runs but no one walks,
What will we become if the music stops?

Pushing out my lungs only made me cough
Acting all strong only threw me off,
But as I sing along to the music box,
Daddy’s little princess is a little less lost

Love is a music box,
Everybody hums but no one talks
Everybody runs but no one walks,
What will we become if the music stops?
Track Name: Oh My Soul
Oh my Soul,
I’m a black sheep in wolf clothes
A weed stuck between your toes.
Oh my soul,
Plant these hooves back into your soil,
As a flower at the gates of gold, oh my soul.

I have been abandoned, I have been abused.
I appreciate your patience, but it’s a race against my fuse.
In the shadows of the valley, climbing desert hills of sand,
Just as lost as I am wayward, but I’ll hold on to your hand.

Oh my Soul,
I’m a black sheep in wolf clothes
A weed stuck between your toes.
Oh my soul,
Plant these hooves back into your soil,
As a flower at the gates of gold, oh my soul.

I have been defeated, I have been mislead.
I appreciate your silence, but could you speak to me instead?
Cuz I need a bit of guidance, for the narrow road ahead.
I’m spinning ‘round in circles, or is it all just in my head?

I don’t want religion, that chains you to a robe.
And makes you only human, to fit the box I hold.
And open at my leisure, depending on the ballot.
I'm the lowest of your creatures, and I’ve had it.

Call me what you may, but I’m only being honest,
Seldom do we pray expecting God to act upon it.
Seldom do we have the faith to leave it up to Him...

Oh my Soul,
Burdened carts before the weakest foals,
Pruning faster than my heartbeat grows,
Oh my Soul...
I’d rather curse the dark than to be exposed,
collapsing like a star in your morning glow.
Just me and a guitar...
Fabricating hope.

I’ll meet you where you are,
but I doubt your rope is long enough,
I’ll meet you where you are,
I have to believe you’ll hold the rope.
Track Name: Daddy Atlas
Last of your candle wax, end of your wick
Keeping us warm by burning both ends of it
Wrapped in your clothes, shoulders exposed
To the fall of our hope when the sun never rose

Trudging through the mud a little too long
Trying to love us a little too strong
Till the batteries died in your acid lungs
And your eyes burnt out like dying suns

Daddy Atlas, world for a backpack,
You don't have to shoulder the earth alone
Built me up, your heart for a hard-hat,
Give it up, I'm carrying you back home

Daddy Atlas, world for a backpack,
You don't have to shoulder the earth alone
Built me up, your heart for a hard-hat,
Give it up, I'm carrying you back home

Trudging the mud a little too long
Trying to love us a little too strong
Till the batteries died in your acid lungs
and your eyes burnt out like dying suns

Our family tree in an avalanche,
You talked like a trunk but broke like a branch
We climbed to the surface, but how could I know
You’d freeze for a season under the snow?

I've tried being perfect, I've been known to disappoint,
planting lies like buried dynamite until you hit the point where
You stepped on every mine I used to build your pedestal
As you looked for fallen petals that had wilted off my rose

I'm the only kind of baggage that will carry on without you, even Jesus dropped his cross after all that he had been through, i may count it all as loss but i still don't want to lose you, you're my daddy and that 's all you need to be for me to love you.

Daddy Atlas, world for a backpack,
You don't have to shoulder the earth alone
Built me up, your heart for a hard-hat,
Give it up, I'm carrying you back home
Track Name: H.O.M.E.
Pressing pause on my heart’s surrender
Not because I don’t care,
It’s the flaws of this human nature.
That draw me far from you, that draw me far from you

Tip my scales to be in your favor,
I think it’s time I weighed in.
Out of line but a bit off-center,
But I’ll be balanced all the same,
I’ll be balanced all the same.

It’s hard keeping all the lights on,
When I’m blinded by my tears,
I keep missing all your love songs,
Waiting, with my hands on my ears.

These wayward feet keep getting numb
These paper teeth can’t hold my tongue
It’s hard keeping...

It’s hard keeping all the lights on,
When I’m blinded by my tears,
I’ve been listening for love songs,
I’ve been missing them for years,
I keep shouting at the top of my lungs,
Save me, and I hope that he hears,
Waiting, with my hands on my ears.
Track Name: Vindicated
A girl came home with ponytails and ribbons in her hair.
Another came with fishing sails, dragging kitchen chairs.
The first began her homework, drawing hearts for every “o,”
The other started feeding every stool out the window.

Distracted from her card games by the noises from upstairs,
As the second girl was stacking up a citadel of chairs.
Finally, two ponytails peered out to see the fall,
Of the butterfly that rather hit the ground that any wall.

Vindicated, She’ll never be underrated,
Never hold her down...

A girl came home with summer tassels holding someone's hand,
Another came with dinghy paddles dragging bags of sand.
The first began to know him for his cunning and his game,
The other broke the closet door she used to hide him in.

Vindicated, She’ll never be underrated,
Never hold her down...

Heading back to my place, it’s a party, it’s alright.
The morning carries both of us out to the waterside.
She’s handing me the paddles on the closet door and becks,
(I'm forgiven / I’ll forgive you) but it won’t untie these weights around (my / your) neck.

Vindicated, (She'll / I’ll) never be underrated,
Never hold (her / me) down...
Track Name: The Thief
Take me far away,
Under the bridge where they do cocaine
To the church where they fix your brain
Anything will do.

I wanna stay this way,
Born a needle, but I'm duller now
I’ve wasted years in my hay bale hideout
Making escape plans

And He'll come, descending on a cloud
No ozone left to start one, no faith left to draw a crowd
But he'll come, and as the trumpet sounds,
We'll turn to him together and ask that he turn it down, Turn it down

Who is really safe?
I need answers for the world's mistakes
Getting cancer or a bellyache
Nobody picks their straw

This is how the story ends
I'll rise to the pearly gates
Order fries and a chocolate shake,
While angels pat me down

And He'll come, descending on a cloud
No ozone left to start one, no faith left to draw a crowd
But He'll come, and as the trumpet sounds,
We'll turn to him together and ask that he turn it down, Turn it down

It's not my move to make
I'm just a pawn in checkmate,
A hand-me-down-crown with jewel fakes,
Waiting for my king

When He comes, descending on that cloud
No hay bales left to hide in, no religion left to doubt
When he comes, and I hope he’s coming soon
The world’s already wasted, I’ll rise above the ruin