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1.
Be sneaky, lady, be insecure, Be misguided and close-minded, elevating and austere. Appetites are rarely sated, there are deeper needs Stirring up your callous touch, So brace yourself and cover up your knees. Olivia, you are the last thing on my mind, So why are you hiding on your island, out among the gravestones? Where is all the dust of brotherly love now, Are you hiding on your island, wanting anything but to be alone? You will be a lavish mourner; Always the cruellest she alive. A leaver leaving prayers unsaid That could not be said. We’ll need no modern calling, nor the desires of modern man, Let’s keep ourselves hidden away from more meticulous minds. Don’t strip for me, I’ll strip for you, Don’t mourn for me, I don’t want you to. Madam, you have done me wrong.
2.
Dun shadows hang haunt the mornings As a smile haunting his sleep. It’s light because Of the sunrise. It’s light because Of the streetlights. He can’t be here Anymore. Secrets prolonged in his silence Etches away at her eyes. It’s quiet because Of the crying. It’s quiet because Of the streetlights. There’s night besides. Her words are akin to pleasure Senseless surrealties That say because Of the moonlight That say because Of the danger Don’t say because Anymore.
3.
(Here by the water’s side, I’ll fear) Her promise is pain A waste to walk in vain (Here by the water....) I have a year to say to you (What’s that...) Now hold yourself high (Here by the water’s side, I’ll fear) There is nobody like you and I (Here by the water....) Please sit at my side Please remain (Don’t know what you’re missing Till it all comes down to it Don’t know...)
4.
It feels me, this storm, It wrecks my thoughts. And yet my skin denies me dead. Reckless seems the youthful plague I Covet when soaked In older things. Soak my remiss, soak my meekness. Were I of subtle mind still I would find Reproach in such a shower. There are stains on these hands that The rain cannot remove, hard as it will, And so I, small and pallid, must remain To weather all. There is something I have to tell you about everything; Nowadays everybody knows the price of everything And the value of nothing.
5.
Silent vigils for your loved ones Plagiarizing bold epitaphs Veiling condescension Saving face for Sunday mass Play-acting Revelations Clutching books never read Sanctify belligerence and Bless your hatred Context is subjective Unmarked headstones - justifiable wrath Leviticus cries furious words Familiar stones Play-acting Revelations Clutching books never read Vanity sees you fated Crucifix in hand Leviticus 18:22 “You shall not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.” Deuteronomy 16:22 “Neither shalt thou set thee up [any] image; which the Lord thy God hateth”
6.
Boy gangsters come at night All patron saints of structure fires I know the difference I know the fate their hearts desire Come snatch our children, ever deftly While our grief is spent These shadows harbour devils Homes that guard all men repentant
7.
Each appearing bend in the road Reveals another Bend in the road, breaks away, Divides the rain-drenched Fields. Don’t go back Your home is here. Feel the desperate night Closing in And trapping all the Light around the two Of you, ask Yourself what you need There. Don’t go back Your home is here. And I shall quietly sit Here on my own And write another Song to pass the Time, it stings like hell, Like the smoke that’s in my Eyes. Don’t go back Your home is here.
8.
Here is the ashpit of wounds, this bruising shell sings A lone morning beast surreptitiously burnt out And left to cracking modes. It is here, this infant hour, That each child is brought to bear, charged with self-doubt And I doubt, I doubt every wave and every drop. The staggered tigers in grand forests still stop And look and say, “we are speechless, we are speechless.” And there is horror and there is murder, caress The glands that shake the black cat’s bones. These pretty things Have lost their façade, though beauty does still remain, A shining face divinity crutched, its glow scant Upon the scarred earth That I clearly eat in vain. Though slaughter is horrid upon this birth I feign, Blood and ecstasy move withal, oh, I am slain.
9.
Entrails, weeping, falling, failing, Entrails, weeping, falling, failing, Sodden, silk, sudden, failing, Redux, flaking, They said people would stop jumping from buildings But where are we now? And a thousand ambassadors, And a thousand ambassadors, And they said people would stop jumping from buildings But where are we now?
10.
Though our methods seem callous and vile Such delusions all come with their cost No pity in chain-links, no empathic scalpel divides The pure mind is gracious, the tortured man shackled now lost For our subjects all substance-controlled Impositions in solitary holes Lessen the weight of our culture, asylum-abode Reckless, despondent all hopeless outside of our homes Send the bastards and ones you’d disown Modern physical truths balance mind Though these faces resemble our daughters Social graces bring solace in kind Lessen the weight of our culture, asylum-abode Reckless, despondent, all hopeless outside of our homes Won’t you hear me now, hear me as your own?
11.
Lucid and ambivalent On chemicals divine Disconnect, some slight remorse The ends speak volumes all We’re damaged enough Questioning our intent One might find truths uncultured Diffidence can breed rejection Abject vices all We’re damaged enough Redemption is passé I wish I was my own gun Glistening, immaculate Till fallen idols come Feel the strain of fractured arms Preserved in sculpture Deprecated and forgotten Useless monuments Redemption’s so passé I wish I was my own god Glistening, immaculate Till fallen idols come Return us our faith In our abandoned pleasures and Forgive us our blatant Worship of ourselves
12.
Victory is sweet in its sweetness, Majesty asks no recompense For justice and blank scripture. I will have the death of it. Where is the sexed green garter, I ask for nothing more. These searing gold origins Pass the maid in her bed. Where is it? Let us pass from here to victory, Though his priests may cry pretense, It is the bloodied man left who will write the books he shall burn. Where is the garter? Lecherous beetles all, I am cleaned of all sins. These temples all shall be built again, these temples. And as we march through other forums… Where is it?

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On August 15, 2017, Canadian shoegazers The Ludvico Treatment will release Ends, a retrospective compilation of their 10-year recording career. Ends features remastered versions of fan favourites “Olivia, My Love,” “Roads,” and “16:22.”

With Ends, Veenendaal and Kennard are retiring The Ludvico Treatment moniker to focus on a new, soon-to-be-announced project. Ends sees the two looking over their history and, with the help of the live band’s luminaries, picking out the songs they feel best represent the band’s achievements. The Ludvico Treatment muscled its way into Canada’s shoegaze scene before the genre’s recent resurgence, never stopped challenging itself to break new ground, and built a strong live following from a series of riveting shows. Now that legacy is captured in a single album: Ends.

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released August 15, 2017

Cover by H.L. Goyer and Alexis Young, booklet designed by Alex Kennard.
All music and lyrics © Veenendaal/Kennard, except where indicated.
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