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we speak in the store, i'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more and i'm oozing surprise
but it's late in the day and you're well on way
what was golden went grey and i'm suddenly shy
and the gathering floozies afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide
i have read the right books to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye
go na na na na
this is unlike the story it was written to be
i was riding it's back when it used to ride me
and we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic in the face of it's force
and i am blue
i am blue and unwell
made me bolt like a horse
go na na na na
now it's done, watch it go
and you've changed some
water run from the snow
am i so dear? do i run rare?
and you've changed some
peach plum pear
peach plum.
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scenic world [beirut]
02:32
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the lights go on the lights go off
when things don't feel right
i'll lie down like a tired dog
licking his wounds in shade
when i feel alive i'll try to imagine a careless life,
a scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking.
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abacus [fionn regan]
02:55
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grass is screaming long
midnight cars roll past
i've been chasing your room
while the summer lasts
so count it on your fingers
if we got it wrong
it's cause the days have no numbers
if we leave tonight
then we'll leave it all behind
drinking alphabetically
cause the beauty's gone all sore
honey dripping, paler skin
while there's bodies underneath the floor
so count it on your fingers
if we got it wrong
it's cause the days have no numbers
if we leave tonight
and we leave it all behind
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beth/rest [bon iver]
03:50
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errant heat to the star
and the rain let in
the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and Christ, it’s thin
well Iʼd know that you’d offer
would reveal it, though it’s soft and flat
won’t repeat it, cull and coffer’s that
for the soffit, hang this homeward
pry it open with your love
sending lost and alone standing offers
it is steep, it is stone
such recovery
from the daily press, the deepest nest, in keeper’s keep
all the news at the door
such a revelry
well, it’s hocked inside of everything you said to me
it was found what we orphaned
didn’t mention it would serve us picked
said your love is known
i’m standing up on it
aren’t we married?!
i ainʼt living in the dark no more
it’s not a promise, Iʼm just gonna call it
heavy mitted love
our love is a star
sure some hazardry
for the light before and after most indefinitely
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galaxie [blind melon]
02:52
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is this the place that I want to be
is it you who I want to see
holdin' on, hold it high, show me everything
and you're leavin' me, yeah you're leavin' me
you're leaving me with a hated identity
but i keep only comin' here and standing in this state
oh and i'm never really sure if you'll take what i'm saying the right way
but i'm not appalled or afraid
verbal pocket play is as discreet as i can muster up to be
because the cadillac that's sittin' in the back
it isn't me
oh, no, no, no it isn't me
i'm not at home in my galaxie
can i do the things i wanna do
that i don't do because of you
and i'll take a left and i'll second guess into total mess
and you're leaving me
yeah you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a hated identity
but i keep on a comin' here and standing in this state
oh and i'm always reassured the situation's gettin' carried away
but i'm not appalled or afraid
verbal pocket play is as discreet as i can muster up to be
because my cadillac that's sittin' in the back
it isn't me
no no no no it isn't me
oahno no no it isn't me
no it isn't me in my galaxie
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whir [smashing pumpkins]
04:14
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i wasted all my years
been chasin' all my fears
for another brighter than him
i gave in long ago
to make it to the show
but it's not easy
when you're alone
all your prayers
in my ears
don't you care
whir (worry) yourself around
just to fall back down
whir (worry) yourself around
my honey little girl
c'mon lets go for a whir
it's still early
the sun is sleeping
she says she wants to marry me
she says she wants a baby
it's not easy
when you're scared
whir (worry) yourself around
just to fall back down
whir yourself around
all your prayers
in my ears
don't you care
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heartbeats [the knife]
03:47
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one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away
born under influence
we had divine sense
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade
to call for hands of above to lean on
wouldn't be good enough for me, no
one night of magic rush
the start, a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love
to call for hands of above to lean on
wouldn't be good enough for me, no
and you, you knew the hand of a devil
and you kept us awake with wolves teeth
sharing different heartbeats in one night
to call for hands of above to lean on
wouldn't be good enough for me, no
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it's okay [land of talk]
04:58
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it's okay, i don't even cry
all i think about is a memory
and the dream when you kissed my arm
as i look away, don't here what i say
that maybe when i die
i get to be a car
driving in the night
lighting up the dark
there's something in your voice
that sparks a little hope
i'll wait up for that noise
your voice become my home
one way road, don't care what i find
a little thunders good, i thought maybe you would
but it's okay, we all feel left out
sometimes growing up, it can get you down
i'll give you some thing that no one's going to give you
my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
i'll never tell you, but you're my little scar
goodbyes are hard and they're hard and they're hard
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eskimo snow [why?]
02:14
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all of my words for sadness
like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses all
planted in threes in a field for living trees
i hum these prayers in secret
and sung them through speakers in rooms for people to hear it
even when I'm wasted and numb
with the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue
and I'm under something black
and thicker than a sheet for ghosts
in the first beat of snow
that old cloud's you
on the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field
and I'm still here
bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
and I'm still here
barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
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dress rehearsal Toronto, Ontario
dress rehearsal plays an eclectic mix of indie alterative rock and neo-folk. the quartet from st. marys, ontario, paints a versatile musical landscape that covers the emotional spectrum between happy and sad, calm and boisterous, dark and light. their songs are soaked in genuine cathartic moments, walls of guitars, layered vocals, and a refreshing dose of honesty and charm. ... more
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