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Fall Knows
02:42
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Fall knows that the leaves will come again
Fall knows that the winter’s night will end
The ground knows that a frost will come to bite
But the ground knows that a warmth will come
To wake us upon first light
Yet by some means we are naive to see, though try we might
Creeks know that a drought may catch their breath
And creeks know that their song will sing again
Yet by some means we are naive to see
Oh banks know that they’ll crumble down to sea
And waves know that they’ll bring the dust
And they’ll bring the dirt to thee
Leaves know that their veins will run dry
Leaves know that an autumn wind, it will cause their final flight
But when they reach and touch the ground
A heavy blanket settles down
So fall knows that the leaves will come again
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Salt Water
03:53
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I am afraid of passing by grace
Head full of bees and heart preoccupied
Eyes fixed firmly upon my shoes
Singing oh oh oh
Missing each moment as it lingers
Trailing behind like fingers tracing the metallic condensation down
A cement step railing
Singing oh oh oh
Head cocked at the hundredth distant line of conversation
And not caring about the time of day or night you’re moving through
And kneeling finally heavy in the sand
As soft soft circles of
Salt water stains each knee
Heart shocked by the cold
Marvelling at each wave and singing oh oh oh
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Build a Bed
03:15
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If I built a bed with my two hands
Would it fill your sleep with dreams of me?
Would it fill your sleep?
And if I knit a sweater blue
Would you spin the yarn of me and you?
Would you spin the yarn?
Because I heard love is something that you show
Love is something that you tend as it grows
And fold into sleep as fall comes and summer goes
If I played at tic-tac-toe
Would our love line up three in a row?
Would our love line up?
And if I wrote a melody
Would you mess around with harmony?
Would you mess around with me?
If I asked you openly
Would you give a trusty guarantee?
Would you guarantee?
Because I would drink you inexhaustibly
If you were the honey in my tea
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Old Song
05:21
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I hear an old song that I used to know
Yeah it goes through the changes
And it puts on the show singing
“You go first and I’ll follow on my way.”
“I’ll get to, as long as it’s not today.”
The songbird in the mine
It’s been singing out for days
You can’t explain it away
Oh it’s a calling, oh it’s a bell
Yeah it’s a straight steady knell
And it’s ringing for you
You say that you’re listening
But I know it isn’t true
Who said that to make a difference
We have to make the difference
Every piece, every part, all at once by ourselves
The allure of denial is sweet
And it’s oh, oh so easy to forget
We say that we’re changing
But I know it isn’t true
The smog is beautiful tonight on the city skyline
A 360 sunset hanging thick in the air
The smell of money’s everywhere
Oh you can kind of taste it
But there are as many reasons not to change as mouths there are to talk
A hundred ways to look away, oh you can hear the people say
We need cars for jobs for homes for kids whose kids will have to live with this
And you can almost hear the future crying out to stop
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Shape of a Home
03:35
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I don’t have a river to call my own
A flood of silt in my yard
I don’t have mountains to hold me still
But this mess of limbs is a start
I don’t need a promise of anything magic
Like postcards in between the walls
I just need memories I want to keep
And a little trust in the falls
Because there’s a hole in the shape of a home in my heart
And I know you know I hope to fill it with you
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All These Things
05:27
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I like to think that there is no ending
That we just keep going on and on
And you like to think that it’s more like going home
With your favourite chesterfield and your favourite cup of tea
And I’d like to think that I’d spent every minute of my life
On something beautiful, useful, or bright
If we played a game of indefinite hide and seek
If I found you, would you find me?
Because even if you were a bird and I was deep within the sea
For sure there’d be a knowing desire for us to meet
Lately I’ve been thinking of the food my grandmother made for us
It’s made its way into my sleep, she lays it out in front of me
Oh I can see it in her eyes
Grated dumpling chicken soup and bed-sized pastry, linen-thin
And here and there a pause, a stare
A quiet ache the bowls of salt can’t pickle from the air
All these things
Each one a pinpoint
In constellation, each one in relation
All these things
Can’t preserve them
Can’t ensure they’ll be there the next time around
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An Education
03:59
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Someone smart said all our regrets are memories
Looked upon with all that we have learned since
And I hope with you
All that I have are regrets
And I know with you
Each moment could be one to be learned from
What an education you could be
I hope you catch me lingering over your smile
Broken wide open, tears everywhere
Because it would be an unreported tragedy
If my heart broke only for you
Most of us are full of promises
Living off of credit from all we think we will have to give
But I’m sure I’ll disappoint, yes I’m sure I’ll disappoint
So I promise to forget at least one or two important dates
And I promise not to count your toes
Because if you’re mine you’ll have come home
What an education you could be
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West My Friend Victoria, British Columbia
In the modern musical landscape, it’s rare to hear something as put-together as three-piece Cascadian folk outfit West My Friend - something so layered, deeply symphonic, baroque, and mysterious in its own winking way while still courting an edge of disaster. Simple is safe, but complex is fiery, intricate, and ultimately more rewarding. ... more
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