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Sing Me To Sleep
04:47
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When the thin-filmed apathy is peeled away
Clockwork silent in the snow
Portraits, spectacles and rooftops stain
Pages of a day she used to know
Ai lu lu
Tales of those cross-country bus tours
Herds of sheep lead the way
Beautiful girl inside that belly
Caressing when night falls, she'll say
Ai lu lu
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2. |
Mademoiselle
03:33
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I walk this street alone
Because no one's at home
I have a date with Marie
Past Rachel I walk
I can't stop to talk
She is waiting on me
I miss the 24
Mrs. Schwartz I do adore
But I must be on my way
Mr. Viateur
You have a lovely daughter
But I don't have time to play
In the evening her breath just smells like gravy
In the morning congestion in her heart
And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos
When she's done she'll get herself off
When we're together here
I often tend to leer
As other girls go passing by
Don't always stick around
But other gals I've found
Often take me to her side
In the evening her breath just smells like gravy
In the morning congestion in her heart
And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos
When she's done she'll get herself off
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3. |
Lost Boys
04:44
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Say nothing of faith or fear
Oh bold, blessed boy
King's ransom in problems unsolved
For trinkets and toys
Old dusty set packed up and saved
A tender-eyed smile
There's a light that's been counted away
In minutes and miles
Round and round
Supper can wait
Worn down
Still chasing that train
So gather the fragments of yore
Turn eights into threes
There's a voice that's been calling your name
Past the cellophane sea
Days measured in cigarette burns
And coffee stained lines
Rough palms touch face pressed to glass
Still sprawled on the pine
Round and round
Supper can wait
Worn down
Still chasing that train
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4. |
Saturday
04:27
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Freckled noses browning in the sun
Your eyelash gone astray
Climb the ridge and catch the dying light
Throw our empties all away
You are safe where you are
You are home in my head
If there's nowhere to turn
I'll turn in
Cotton blankets bundled keeping warm
Swinging gently in the breeze
We rest our heads beneath the scattered glow
And swim in midnight mystery
You are safe where you are
You are home in my head
If there's nowhere to turn
I'll turn in
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5. |
Thanks, Sally
02:40
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Dream awake
Eyes that shake
Drowning in a river
Push to left
Ears are deaf
Heavy air is amber
Like a child
Mouth beguiled
Reality’s a-fleeting
Quiet verve
Tingled nerve
Ground below retreating
Gentle spice
Toes of ice
Wild rushing current
Hypnotize
The far-off cries
No natural deterrent
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Inlet Sound Toronto, Ontario
Inlet Sound is the musical convergence of passionate folk-rock spirit and atmospheric pop form. 2012 has seen the band surrounded by and tirelessly crafting 'The Romantics', their first full-length record, in cabins and churches with acclaimed producer Laurence Currie (Sloan, Wintersleep, Hey Rosetta!). ... more
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