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Samstag
03:15
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It's December in Lafayette
There's never snow in the sun
But I tasted the peppermint
It's Friday night on the border line
Stood on our feet for our turn
We had to check on the instruments
It's a pleasant evening
There's no sense in leaving
If nobody has to worry
If we haven't said goodbye
It's Friday night on the tennis courts
Where we retreat to the dark
We would lay down and think on it
Camera flash in the misty lights
On the beach in the dead of night
See the winter rains coming in
It's a pleasant evening
There's no sense in leaving
If nobody has to worry
If we haven't said goodbye
In this perfect memory
You turn to lend me
The mirage of no more worries
And no need to say goodbye
We used to live in a model house
Only for one afternoon
We made a toast to our future health
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Grow
03:07
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Cold
The tile floor under my face
The spinning sight of the ceiling
I can't pretend
To call me a friend of all
Of those I've let down
Of those that I've learned are like
All of us
Just like all of us
Vices I enable
Drink you under the table
Then demand that you foot the bill
Your bedding tangled up into knots
By morning, I scold your passion
And I pretend
That I was so different
I had drawn out the lines
That I stayed behind of like
All of us
Just like all of us
I act indignant
Tell you off in the kitchen
When the evidence goes my way
And we don't grow
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Leave Space for Me
04:57
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When the child sleeps
Drifting in a dream
He slowly slips away
Slips into a song
Oh, what life would be
If this were reality
Stretching out his tongue
To taste the trickle down
Paper-thin construction contours me
In dreams that shake
Beneath the weight of these
Lines and folly
Life outside these walls
It's hard to see where
You leave space for me
For me
Basement of a stream
Sedimentary beads
Thick water overhead
My violent riverbed
You're quick to honour me
As the weathering succeeds
I am more like you
But I still cannot move
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I'll See You Then
04:13
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I bowed my head
And pressed my hands
Together in a prayer
For peace
Then those same hands
I washed out red
And watched the blood circle
The sink
Looser lips
Have been sinking ships
While we
Tongue-tied
Don't sail at all
Harsher words
Have been stirring up anger
While we have yet to speak
You have other ways to spend your time
You only have to wait your place in line
Call me when the tunnel floods with light
I'll see you then
You told me not to fear the day I die
You promised me I'd see the other side
But what if I was wrong, and you were right?
Will I see you then?
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Common Fires Kelowna, British Columbia
Described as having “[melodies] akin to Ben Howard or Bon Iver’s rawest moments”, and as having both “the serene qualities of singer-songwriter music [and] the abstract tendencies of prog”, Common Fires is equal parts ambitious and moving.
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