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i. Spin
05:06
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What is it now, oh friend of mine?
You whimper in your sleep.
You dream of other worlds again
And whisk away on zephyr winds
To deeper hidden places in your mind,
To hideaways and mountain passes
Where wallowing in summer grass
Is just your soul embarking through the night.
But how should I presume to know
Your consciousness, your dreams?
We thought your thoughts were nothing more
Than tattered rags and hardwood floors,
The burrows that you build from what you find.
But oh, what depth inside of you
To think that you’ve been dreaming too
Of every star in every rusty sky.
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ii. Shake
06:23
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So we drank deep of the sun,
How it dripped like nectar on our goblet tongues,
And trickled down our icy throats
To warm us in the hollow of our bones
Keep me blind enough to see
Keep me dumb so I can speak
And I heard you after dark
As you hummed the muffled chorus of your heart,
And I heard your sleeping song
As you etched some ancient script into the lawn.
Keep me blind enough to see
Keep me dumb so I can speak
Do you hear me when I call?
Do you know yourself at all?
You’re the hummingbird I caught,
The fledgling thing I’ll keep till it flies off,
And when your daisy dreams are spent
You’ll wake with clouds of pollen on your breath
How the waking life deceives
Hides the truth in all our dreams
Do you hear me when I call?
Do you know yourself at all?
Domesticated, we fill our eyes with halogen
And watch projectors spit out copied images.
Fleeting shadows flit on cave walls of the mind
Our flickering silhouetted cinematic lives
We’re stowaways inside our heads,
We’re sleeping animals
We blink, we speak, we know our names
But we can’t explain ourselves.
We’re runaways on broken legs
Crippled automatons,
We brace our bones, we splint our steps,
But we’re aimless all along.
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iii. Stop
02:50
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Fang or tooth, leash or noose,
Fence around the yard or a cell?
Is this what you’ve settled for,
A thicket of thorns for a bed?
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iv. Stay
02:28
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What fault have you found in me,
That you should cower in the dark?
Retreat to your cage again,
I will leave the bars unlocked
Always
I have called you, I can wait
Until you learn to hear your name
Until the chasms in the floor
Won’t boast their blackness anymore
Shake off the grass and sand and leaves
Lay down your head on my knee
Take off the snare from ‘round your throat
Mine is the only voice you’ll know
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Boreal Sons Calgary, Alberta
Cinematic and intimate with a distinct lyrical poetry, Boreal Sons drift between Sublime Art-Rock and Experimental Pop, as rippling backgrounds of scuzzy bass, intricate percussion, and whirring electronics ebb and flow in alluring instrumental arrangements - the voice of Evan Acheson a common thread running throughout, tying everything together. ... more
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