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03:40
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In the mist of the bridge where we both would meet
Amidst water that shines and dead cars on the street
All the city’s awake, minds with nowhere to go,
In the night, seek the torch, from failing hands they’ll throw
In the summer we walk, as the sun always shines
In the winter, we walk, as the bus is never on time
And we always complain, in the spring, of the snow,
And we always point out how the river is low
Well I’d rather be sleeping than dreaming of debt
(And we always point out how the river is low)
I would rather be dead than be caught in a net
(And we always point out how the river is low)
But without any job I accept what I get
(And we always point out how the river is low)
Just a look at your teeth and unswallowed regret
(And we always point out how the river is low)
Well I’m never gonna drive to the country again
(And we always point out how the river is low)
My heels still healing the mud from the ground
(And we always point out how the river is low)
With these two brittle legs that could walk me around
(And we always point out how the river is low)
Through the ash and the dust and the dirty old snow
(And we always point out how the river is low)
We’ll I’d rather be sleeping than dreaming of dept
(And we always point out how the river is low)
I would rather be dead than be caught in a net
(And we always point out how the river is low)
But without any job I accept what I get
(And we always point out how the river is low)
Just a look at your teeth and unswallowed regret
And we always point out how the river is low
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Airport
05:44
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I hit the hard ground, harmless
Regarded alarm sounds, regardless
But as I’m taking less and less I’m thanking, praying,
Trying to bless
The ringing in my ears
So I’ve been watching planes and planes and planes
And buying airport condoms
What remains?
All that hearts can do is pump your blood right back, and forth, and through,
A route to continue just like the planes
You hit my mouth, and scarred it
Scabbing sores will disregard it
This means less and less and less… {THERE’S A LESSON A LESSON A LESSON…}
So watch the airplanes
‘Cause down to earth pain
Won’t fly away
Watch the airplanes
Because the blood stains
Won’t fly away
So I’ve been watching planes and planes and planes
And buying airport condoms
What remains?
All that hearts can do is pump your blood right back, and forth, and through,
A route to continue just like the planes
I’ve got nails as sharp as teeth
I’ve got a family to feed!!!
I’ve got nails as sharp as teeth,
I’ve got a family to feed!!!!!!
I’VE GOT NAILS AS SHARP AS TEETH
I’VE GOT A FAMILY TO……..
Feed.
{So watch the airplanes, ‘cause down to earth pain, won’t fly away
So watch the airplanes, because the blood stains, won’t fly away}
All your legs can do is move your feet right back and forth and through
A route to continue just like the planes
All your legs can do is move your feet right back and forth and through
A route to continue just like the planes
OHHH ALL YOUR LEGS CAN DO IS MOVE RIGHT BACK, FORTH, THROUGH AND THROUGH,
A ROUTE TO CONTINUE just like the planes
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Ambiversion & Bias
03:29
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I was told of a cave
That gets darker every day
And altruistic eyes
Are blind to our goodbyes
So I just relive and rely
But people can’t confide in me like they used to
I was told of a night
Far too dark to see the fight
So I always stayed inside
But in light it’s hard to hide
So I just relive and rely
But people can’t confide in me like they used to
But soon I will be reborn
And grow as the coming storm
With rain to stain the ground
Leaving patches of land around
So I’ll just give up my own eyes
So that people can confide in me like they used to
{But you know the truth…}
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4. |
The Giving Bear
03:19
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Let’s go drown ourselves
In the speed river
On land or in water
I’m not a strong swimmer
We gave what we could
But we bear scars now
We could claw our way back
To the fountain downtown
But amidst all the wrists
Strumming stolen guitars
With the water as shallow
As the men in the bars
I COULDN’T RELAX.
I can see my house from there,
If I look just right,
From the top of the hill,
In the dead of night.
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Bedsheets Guelph, Ontario
Bedsheets are a Guelph-based community-style band. We've been playing folk-rock music together since high-school, and it's
just gotten crazier and crazier as the years have gone by! Our numbers fluctuate, but we're usually comprised of most of these people:
Julian Del Bel Belluz
Duncan MacKinnon
Kiran Heble
Daniel Coates
Isaac Beattie-Booth
Natasha DesRochers
Liam Sanio
Sam Boer
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