1. |
Snow Foxes
03:44
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I'm back, on the scene
And my best friend told me
You still do that thing.
I don't wanna wait anymore
Your so smooth
In a skirt
And my father warned me
Shit like this would hurt
Toss another sheet to the wind
You lay down an appeal
And you twist the story
Shit like this is real
I'm not an easy person to please
I'm only pitching what you're willing to throw.
And everybody wants to believe
I'm only ready because you're waiting to go
(Oh mama, please)
I'm not another wolf in a suit,
I'm only taking what your willing to throw.
Everybody wants to believe,
A revolutions taking place on your phone
(Oh mamacita)
Ai motherland!
Can you dance without me?
Set fire to my hands.
I don't wanna wait anymore
She writes songs with her skin
And they scream self loathing
"Please let me come in"
Brushing over delicate lies,
Telling stories that you shouldn't have told.
And everybody wants to believe
You're only salty 'cause your all on your own.
"Oh mama, please"
Missy only wants to get high
Like an actress at the end of her rope.
It's getting hard to keep her alive
'cause medication is a slippery slope.
"Oh mamacita!"
Cold to the touch,
"Can you breathe this morning?"
Please just don't give up...
*snorting*
Okay then....
Don't get lost In the snow.
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2. |
Believe In You
03:56
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Wake up and see
It seems the gardens on fire
The heat is hunting you down
Don't make a sound
They see you running away
But they keep chasing you down
Oh, I should believe in you too
Oh, I could be out there
Sinew and bone
So sick of clutching your chest
But still they're calling you home
Out of the sea
You try to kick your way out
But still they're pulling you deep
Oh, I should believe in you too
Oh, I could be out there
Oh, I should take care of you too
You, you could be out there
Oh, I should believe in you too
Oh, I could be out there
Oh, I should take care of you too
You, you could be out there...
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3. |
Christos
04:18
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I found God
As I walked through the valley alone
But he could not speak on his own
My voice thin
from the cypress that burned for the Lord
And a crimson glistening sword
There's no conversation
He bleeds from the mouth
The mountain is gold
And the ocean is salt
For Elohiem...
So I prayed
Prayed for guidance and peace to the west
And he sold me something, I guess
In Farsi,
for the violence and wars to the north
And he opened up his sores.
There's no conversation
He bleeds from the mouth
The mountain is gold
And the ocean is salt
He pry's from the lord
And sacred's his soul
He won't let you last through the night
and break the rules
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Import/Export Thunder Bay, Ontario
Thunder Bay, Toronto, Ottawa. A collective of four different personalities breaking genre barriers while staying true to their goal of writing tonally rich sounds.
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