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Month of May
04:26
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We don’t kiss under backseat blankets / But we might kiss in the car / We don’t want to be anywhere else, but / We don’t really care where we are / We don’t look for those things we can’t find, but / We look out for one another / You look quite a bit like your sister, but / I look nothing like my brother / And it might be a little too easy / Speaking only to compare / But we don’t care where the talking leads / As long as the talking’s there / Until the quiet comfort comes / That old words gather up / We might kiss on the mouth or the cheek, but / We don’t kiss to interrupt, no! / And we fell in love in the month of May / But then June came and it went away / We tried to reconcile July / But by August I couldn’t look you in the eye / When September came I wept / But fall fell down like a heaven-sent / And by November I believed / That Christmas would erase the grief / We may solve it all someday / But for now I’ll just look away / We don’t see each other that often / So when we do we plan every bit / We make a detailed itinerary, but / We rarely adhere to it / We don’t cage up our expectations but / Exaltations are key / You speak clearly in silver-tipped smiles / That crochet scarves of praise onto me / And we need to dress up because our winter walks / Confuse the forests for trees / But we don’t need stacks of maps, pens, or papers / To leave our footsteps for the breeze / And we stride until our hands hide / In our sleeves, lips frozen together / No, we don’t see each other that often / But we’re not impeded by the weather! / … / But January, no resolve / And Valentines can’t solve it all / So I kept my head down in March / Through April showers, cold and dark / And we may solve it all someday / But for now I’ll just look away.
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Piece of Paper
02:33
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I’ve got a little piece of paper in my pocket and it’s telling me to dance / Telling me to dance for you / I’ve got a little tiny rip in my shoes and it’s picking up rocks / While I walk along with you / She says: / “I’ve got a little bit of time to kill / I’ve got a little bit of time to waste with you / I’ve got a little place to rest my head / I threw out all the pillows on my bed when I met you”.
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Put Up the Lights
04:33
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I would carry you home / Just to see that you get there safely / What a bitter night to roam / Where have all of the lights gone lately? / And as you dye your best friend’s hair black / I am dying to burden my back / I think I picked the coldest of nights / To freeze my dreams and put up the lights / I would give up my sight / Just to see that my senses are senseless / Would I stay wound up tight / Winding downtown, unworthy, defenseless? / In my heart I am just not a giver / From the start her skin felt like a river / … / I would stay on the line / Hearing audible smiles repeating / But the heart I’ve outgrown / Would have told me that my family’s waiting / And my love is misleading / Have the church of our lady lights faded? / Is immaculacy overrated? / … / 1, 2, 3 / Light the tree! / As a stranger inside / The home where you reside / I am nameless, and bother / Your mother and father.
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Drunkk Luvurzz
05:03
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I wish I wasn’t with you, I wish I wasn’t born to erupt / I’ve seen drunk lovers kiss, I’ve seen the lies they make up / You’ve been ghosting off again, setting fire to your friends / “They’ll be ashes in the morning,” “Maybe we can make amends” / Well, I’ve been tearing at the walls, let’s repaper them with skin / “I would tear through seven layers just to see what lies within” / And outside there was nothing but black and a little bit of rain but who would want to put up with that? / And inside lots of room were locked / And in one room, there was nothing but smoke, and I tried to go near it but I started to choke (on my weakness awoken) / And I thought: “They must be so tired of it!” / And then I fell asleep right on the couch / Saying: wake me up in the morning, darling / Wake me up when the sun is nearer / There will be enough to eat for everyone / Or at least, there will be enough to eat for you / … / You wish that you weren’t with me, you wish I wasn’t falling apart / You know that I don’t drink, but you think that I should start / ‘Cause I’ve been crying at the ends of every night that white noise sends / I’ve been blemishing the asphalt, driving sideways to the den / Well, we could move to unlocked rooms to alleviate the pain / We could take off seven layers and step out into the rain.
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Sam Boer Guelph, Ontario
Acoustic-based experimental folk-rock, playful as a tiger cub, that swings from quiet confidences to full-bodied roars.
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