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Black on White
03:55
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A wood and a brick-lined house
In the middle of the pouring rain
I wrap my head
Around your comfort when you just woke up
And you say my name out loud
In a shattered cloud I found
Your heart and I drowned
If it calls my name
I will call you too
If it bears my shame
I will come to you
Everything's ok
When you're black and white
Your mind won't call me back
You're working transition
Caught by the facts
Where do you go
When you're black on white
Your mind won't call me back
My arms still sway
My headache shakes
Too late to make
A break
I'm made for you
I came with you
And now we're through
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There's a scene there's a scene
In a mark of white hair tucked in the buckle of your shoe
In the belly of the attic have the church bells ringing
You can't catch me singing
That other song that other song that other song
It hurts my tongue
The story goes
Right from my toes
You step on mine
Next thing you know
We have a dog
We named him Wolf
It was December
Felt like summer
Oh no he has my temper
I can't appear to fall in line
Until you put your hand to mine
I took the photographs
Of you and me our dog between our shoes
I told you once I ran through the forest
Barefooted me just like our wolf
I found a place in the mountain
For you, to raise some daughters who've got brothers
I'll put a kiss on both your shoulders
Before we lay our heads you'll say
Those nights were our only nights
Our love doesn't have that spice
Look at our dog he was once a wolf
We put him down he was getting old
I can't appear to fall in line
Until you put your hand to mine
I took the photographs
Of you and me our dog between our shoes
I told you once I ran through the forest
Barefooted me just like our wolf
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3. |
Naturally
04:21
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Naturally I'm seeking from ripped shirts
Naturally speak in ruptured words
churn and true the toes from my youth
I hold my hands to a mountain top
ships torn lay rest to the captain's arc
I part against the art
Do work
See each other
Overworked
Sell your honor
Confront your father
Say what you want to say
Just say what you want to say
Burn where you want to burn
End what you need to do
Hey, baby take my
Days, hurt me more than
Flames, that throw their doors
Wide open
Walk the thin white line
I hold my hands to a mountain top
ships torn lay rest to the captain's arc
I part against the art
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There's a hole in my head
See it drain to my bed
Now I'm cold lying broke
Feel alone breathing smoke
And if you ask me who took me through
The shark's cove to the end
Of the trail the sounds of drums
Holy smokes you put me back
In your arms, your grasp
Fills my lungs with your Bones
Til I'm drinking your marrow
And I'm sitting on your throne
Twiddling my thumbs
Drums go
Breathe in deep, little breaths
The caress, on my neck
Crack a smile, steal the rest
Beat my chest, to your breast
So tell me we won't ever be
Together On a course
For the thrill of our tongues
The whispers from our mouths
The breeze going out
My diving bell
Like being in the doldrums
Eating dirt, like the pilgrims
Like pilgrims
Goodbye earth
So long land
And the wind
Tel-Aviv, where's your sin
Check within
Say we did
Let's begin
This psalm
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5. |
This Town
04:46
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You walk the part, big liquored town
You hold your hair
You weigh me down
Feet in the air
The break beat you bear
Long winter lights
Against teary nights
Hey mister, where do you go
Summer solstice
Did you miss us
This heatwaves so cold
Your arms they unfold
An embrace so bold
I can't just let this be
It was a little bit cold
we locked ourselves out
I thought I was bold, i thought i was bold
To kiss you on your mouth
Wind sets you free
You say you're gone
The sun goes down
a cigarette in my mouth
to hold the night down
remember my flight across town
Will you bury me
The ocean it breathes
The same way you see
How your pillow speaks... to me
Blame me not her, like trees like snow
Winter darkness
Did you miss us
This heatwaves so cold
Your arms they unfold
An embrace so bold
I can't just let this be
i think i'll stay here till nightfall
i think i'll stay here till nightfall
till another sun brings the day
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Little Owl Santa Barbara, California
We all live in a nest in Santa Barbara. We make music and we vibe hard on synths and nature.
To order the 7" vinyl visit: coolsummerrecords.wordpress.com/little-owl/
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