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Beware of Bees
01:46
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Beware of the bees
Workers, keepers and me
Hunters, builders and me
Riders, guiders and me
I'll bring you to your feet
I'll take you to the country
I'll take you to the sea
I'll take you home with me
And now you'll see this is everything you've ever wanted to be
And the traps I've set don't mean a thing to me yet
I've met you before
Where the hives and the honey were stored
Under stars and in the grass
This time we've had has now past
And now you'll see where the silos and farms used to be
And the traps I've set don't mean a thing to me yet.
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Once it began to snow a story I was told
Recording the highs and lows
Once it began to snow, lighting lanterns when it turned cold
Drifting smoke out of our mouths
Recording the highs and lows
Once it began to snow
And only woods and stars
And only beating hearts
There's nothing out there
I'm sending you into the sky, golden hands to write it down
Recording the highs and lows
You came back alone
You told me there's another view but nothing that's really true
Recording the highs and lows
You came back alone.
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Maybe I Wanted Phantoms
02:22
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I want to drive alone, the darkest lantern is on
While you were sleeping I sang the fireflies home
You wouldn't be you if it wasn't for me
When are you going to break?
Did you love me a little too late?
I've got trunks in the attic
Closing time I no longer hate
Soon you know it'll all come true
Maybe I wanted phantoms, it's still warm on the porch this year
It's time I should be leaving, it's almost time I wasn't so near
The wooden swing slowed still
Before I felt I belonged
So soon I was gone
As soon as I felt the chill
I couldn't wait for my mind up to make
The time it takes for a hand to break.
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Why Did You Not Burn?
01:24
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The blackened air, an evening with me
How long have you waited?
I've set up camp, is it broken hands
Or bricks being thrown?
How many files have you written on this
Why did you not burn?
I'm waiting for the first snow to melt
Why did you not burn?
I've struggled to bring something out of the cold
A microphone
Speak up your heart and let it ring
Are you waiting for my hold?
Or can it be I've forgotten to breathe
A mountain or a last rite
Now you've got damaging things on me.
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They Pull the Sleighs
02:02
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Did the river slow before I left?
The heavy drag of shorter days
My sister raises quarter horses, they pull the sleighs
The days fall off the long trees, the boys fall off the bridge
Hunting down in the valley, following the tracks
When the low lights faded softly, the horses led us back
And I thought I saw them waving, frozen hands against the trees
The days fall off long memories, the boys fall off the bridge
In the morning we found them near the bridge
Dragged them back into town
My sister raises quarter horses, they pull the sleighs.
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The Winter Hive
02:21
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A finger like a flag, a moth beyond the mesh of summer days
Now winter in the throat, a dark and heavy coat of golden grey
A furnace in the dark, a murmur in the heart of early night
This train it must move on
Throwing arrows at the friends who are running late
And we always froze as we turned to go
It's warm inside the winter hive
You said, "The year is gone, it always ends before too long like warmest hands"
A finger like a flag, drawing lines across the snow of softest homes.
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Dark Maps
01:37
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We're drawing our own dark maps
From pages torn in half
A homecoming is years away
The heavy drag of the snow
You came back alone
A homecoming from years ago
Like broken gold, the hardest road
The blackest lines, legends drawn out of time.
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When I Was So High
03:01
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Surfing through the sky, will you be there when I die
Time travel suicide all alone
Coming up fast from the beach, will you be there when I need
You to reach out just for me, only me
Oh you, when you were with me
We'd hide, never go outside
And we'd hope we'd never have to try
It all flew by when I was so high
Racing in and out of sight, will you be there when I'm likely
To fade from my present life, fade away
Tasting the vapour of heat, will you be there when I speed
Far past the point of me, fucked up me.
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No Museums Edmonton, Alberta
No Museums: A homemade hybrid of creaking pop and basement rock, using an array of textural devices and hummed
noise.
Echo boxes, delay pedals, soft distortion dynamics and guitars with buzzing strings. There is drift and there is direction. Enjoys the sounds of The Fall, Guided By Voices, Velvet Underground, Wedding Present, Television Personalities.
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