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Eighth of June
04:42
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A body lying in the street, a women with no heartbeat
A convict was she, I asked why she wouldn’t speak
So a trial goes on in spring, for murder she’s heading
Heading to the guillotine, I asked why she wouldn’t speak
Was I in a dream, my eyes couldn't see?
She spoke of love from the bones, forbidden and alone
We were parted by six feet, now she lies right next to me
She said love I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t stand to see you suffering
Was I in a dream, my eyes couldn't see?
She spoke of love from the bones, forbidden and alone
It’s not a dream
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You see red and she sees green, your shoes don't fit, leave them tattered at the seams
Her lips are tense and her eyes are dim, only tell you so much under the callous where they'd been
That voices frequency has broke, cool to a simmer as they turn away
You make your quota then you choke, cool to a simmer as they turn away
Don't tint your rear view mirror, I loved you from the start
They scoff the broken hearted, I'll hold you when you're apart
Skip again and skip again, you lost your place,
Hear the tick tick tick as the clock will heal your wounds
Wrap the memories in a box, don't you know they feel like home
Revel in the storm
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Interlude
01:50
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Belle Epoque
04:08
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Don’t pedal you pity,
And I won’t pedal my wounds
Your candle burns inside my room,
And the ground is worn like a church floor
A belle époque in sorrows tune
My eyes are lost down you corridor
My love your scars leave me confused
With lost epics that lie beneath them
You're alive and I’m on my knees
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Cobblestone Streets
04:02
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The steam ships sound, the cue for us to part
New lands await to mend our broken hearts
I promise oceans will not break our hands
I’ll sing my tears until we meet again
The grandest city drowns us in its light
My callous skin has known such sleepless nights
Beneath the overalls and short trimmed hair
A women longs for home in distant stares
Promises I keep
Will leave us a bold in the feet
These cobblestone streets
Will find eyes aside the shore to meet
Pa and brother gone before their time
Money sent to mother no reply
This weight upon my back keeps me awake
A man should never cry, pull out the stake
Promises I keep
Will leave us a bold in the feet
These cobblestone streets
Will find eyes aside the shore to meet
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O Frontera Toronto, Ontario
Post-Rock project from Toronto, Canada. Bowing our heads in reverence to Radiohead, Sigur Ros, Philip Glass and Steve Reich.
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