1. |
Snow Angel
04:38
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She loved the snow
Loved most to be his angel
With the wings of white
Across a pillow case sky
Opens his eyes
Loves what she looks like
In the Morning
Never once did she ever cry
Nobody ever left her life
She didn't mean to mess this up
How time has turned and dealt her bad luck
She don't know
How to hope anymore
Spider webs of blood vessels
Hide under her brow
Under these eyes
The bags they tell of a tired life
From all the times
She lied awake at night
She thought the sun could rise up
And melt off the whore frost
She felt about as cold as the wind itself
As she laid down and put her arms out
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2. |
Living Skies
04:21
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We woke up under the sun
The tents burn out and our time has come
We're gone
We aight never coming back
Found ourselves young and free
Between the streams and the pine trees
We're gone
We aight never coming back
I want to live and die
In the land of the living skies
We stayed up and the dark the rum
On ice with a campfire song
We're gone
We aight never coming back
I want to live and die
In the land of the living skies
We chased down between the trees
Loved the way the day felt on me
We chased down hill side
We were swimming in the sunshine
We chased down the cold creek
Drinking skinny with the red stained teeth
We knew summer'd end
All the while it was worth it
We want to live and die
In the land of the living skies
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3. |
Sangria
03:49
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I wanted it bad
Blue skies over the badlands
I wanted it bad
Looked down at my beaten hands
Don't come back
With the bottle in hand
She smiled and she laughed
I might just have
We drank sangria all night long
We drank sangria in the dark
We drank sangria
She wanted me bad
Hadn't met my demons yet
She wanted me bad
One ghost can haunt a man
Don't look back
She always lived in the past
She smiled and she laughed
Your a half empty glass
We drank sangria all night long
We drank sangria in the dark
We drank sangria
Just enough of this juice
Just enough to sustain you
While you pour your poison
Down my throat
We drank sangria all night long
We drank sangria in the dark
We drank sangria
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4. |
Coming Home
02:59
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Something about the road that leads me on
Cigars the wine and the telephone
It makes me dizzy in my bed
Gonna make me dead
Last i remember well you wouldn't talk
I bent your feelings its all my fault
It makes me crazy what I say
Gonna shake my head
I'm coming home
What about the white down and the fields of gold can't be sold
Storm made for the rainbow now don't you know that
The words don't matter what mattered most
You never cared to listen so listen close
I pulled up with the porch light
Something in my head my heart said what's going on
You make me crazy you're not there
Gonna leave me here?
I'm coming home
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5. |
Brother
04:26
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Every morning when you rise
I'll be right by your side
Hoping you might
Open your eyes
Yes you did come first
Since then the roles have been reversed
Nothing could be worst
Then losing you
Oh brother I need you now
This love should be enough
I believe I'll see the sun come up
I'm gonna stay up all night
Is this love gonna be alright?
Oh brother I need you now
We had energy
Competitive tendencies
I remember we ran
Faster than most children can
You almost gave up
If I wasn't there you would have
We always had our ways
To motivate
Oh brother I need you now
This love should be enough
I believe I'll see the sun come up
I'm gonna stay up all night
Is this love gonna be alright?
Oh brother I need you now
This love should be enough
This bond was made with blood
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6. |
The Quilt
03:19
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When I sleep
The angels they come to me
And when they speak it sounds
Like they're singing
The holy ghost
it won't leave me alone
When I die
When I go
I hope the prairie quilt will
Keep me warm
When I sleep
Them demons start whispering
Through forked tongues
It sounds like their singing
We've been there before
And we all been low
When I die
When I go
I hope the prairie quilt will
Keep me warm
I sold my shovel to dig the grave
I hear that sound again
It won't go away
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7. |
Be My Time
03:16
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Forty years to the day
Sun in the same place
I started wondering how few
May still remain
When friends become my foes
The music has no notes
The sun no longer shines
I know then this might be my time
Where is the light
Could this be my time
Curled in a ball of pain
Pumped full of morphine
The light shines down on me
But no smile to fill my cheeks
If friends become my foes
If the music has no notes
If I can't feel the sun shine
I know then it should be my time
Where is the light
Could this be my time
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8. |
Venus de Milo
03:57
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The Venus de Milo
Used to be the epitome
Of a beautiful body
So they've been chipping her away
How many more hits until this
Body breaks
Counting down the days
She counts the calories and the magazines that say
Check which model lost so much weight
She kept the tits but lost the waist
It's so sad
But it seems to be like that
These days
Never met a dad who always said
The goals to be beautiful on the inside
Never met a mom who didn't pass on
Her own baggage and problems
It's so sad
But it seems to be like that
These days
The Venus de Milo
Used to be the epitome
Of a beautiful body
So they've been chipping her away
How many more hits until this
Body breaks
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September Long Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
September Long was founded in Saskatoon, Canada in 2009 around songwriter Graham Walker. The music spans from easy listening to rock but without drifting the focus from inquisitive songwritting and memorable melodies. A September Long show always leaves you grooving all the way home. ... more
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