1. |
Evening Breath
03:04
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My face, your hands,
Open, swollen
Our time is here,
Slow down, forget
I wanted to be everything that you said, I say
You fill me up with a fistful of sand,
You say, I say that,
I’ve been through evening breath
Too late, we were,
Honest, promise
Feel this, be that,
Sleeping, dreaming
The night fires burn in my head,
And you say, I say
You fill me up with a fistful of sand,
You say, I say that,
I’ve been through evening breath
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2. |
Many Are Lost
03:47
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Walk down the streets of queen and king,
Moonless night, the lights are bright
A voice from the street comes over to me,
Will I be all right, will I be all right
Hold yourself together boy,
Paint me a picture that I won’t forget
Golden hearts are here to stay,
Many are lost, many are gone
Many are lost but we all die at the same time
Many are gone but we all die at the same time
Pick up the pieces, connect the dots
Of the Saturday night, I feel all right
A sucker on the street comes over to me,
Will I be all right, will I be all right
Drink your sorrows forevermore,
Tell me a truth that I won’t regret
Sinners and liars will always repay,
Many are lost, many are gone
Many are lost but we all die at the same time
Many are gone but we all die at the same time
I feel alone on these big city streets,
Crying my eyes out, ripping my heart out
I feel at home when my luck’s all run out,
Ripping my eyes out, crying my heart out
Many are lost but we all die at the time
Many are gone but we all die at the same time
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3. |
Right and Wrong
04:16
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Take my hand, take it slow
Take it the way that you don't,
Anymore.
Reach into your bag of tricks
Tell me why this feeling sticks like
Muscle to the bone.
Oh and I always thought,
You couldn't be bought
How can it feel?
(It's right and it's wrong)
It's always right until I can't feel it anymore.
Dress yourself in fancy clothes
We're going out to see the show
Ride together but feel alone.
The players fall in and out of love
Seven days a week watched from above
I wish that I could
Just once.
Oh and I always thought,
You couldn't be bought
How can it feel?
(It's right and it's wrong)
It's always right until I can't feel it anymore.
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The Folk Guelph, Ontario
Independent psych/rock/fuckpop from Guelph, ON.
The Folk are Emmalia Bortolon-Vettor, Sarafina Bortolon-Vettor, Mark Ferrari, Liam Magahay, Alex Howard and Rigel Rozanski.
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