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Pockets
04:09
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Winter spurred woolen overcoats
Reliance on heavy hopes that I had left them in the drawer
Then when I tried to put things down my side, came a complete surprise
Through they fell onto the floor
Here I thought we’d be the same, not true
Doubt set in so I emailed a good friend who was a tailor to get a little of his advice
He said they can be fixed with the greatest of ease if you’re down with your sewing needs
Signed the bottom, “Hey that’s life”
Here I thought we’d be the same, not true
So I went on a trip to a haberdasher
Threw a handful of cash at her and asked he what she thought to do
Then with her eyes glazed so vacantly, shrugged her shoulders right back at me
And said she didn’t have a clue
Here I thought we’d be the same, not true
Here everything has changed but you
And here I’d be the same but with you
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Music Box
00:36
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Chelsea
04:19
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I know not what I do but I now do know what I want. I wanted you, Chelsea
It settles what I’m told but now this town is getting old and I am through, Chelsea
In the end, never begin
I wish that I could find an island stretch into the sky and I found you, Chelsea
I’d leave it all behind, you know I’ll take another loan if one of your schools accepts me
In the end, never begin
In the end, am I done with this here town?
Take a moment take a look around
All the hold I dug and bones I found
Then there’s you, you’re the centre of deciding dreams
And just how many visitors succeed
And I ain’t sure I’ve got it in me
I know not what I do but I now do know what I want. I wanted you, Chelsea
To reinvent myself or just become somebody else. Hey, that would do
In the end, never begin
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Northern Lights
00:41
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Hit the ball and race for home
And while you run remember that it’s just for…
And as you turn your legs, they’ll burn
And with the sideline cheering
The bat is thrown, you’re on your own
The turn around third, and now you’re on the race for home
And as you slide, your eyes shut tight
With thoughts of if you’ll make it
From here you’ll see above the trees
From shoulder height you’ve won the fight
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Milky Way
01:45
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Ask the Eight Ball
03:15
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You refined the way I’d sung
Took for granted this freight train called
Hey just don't say that you’ll change
Witty remarks and talk about turtles,
exams to pass and life hardest hurdles
Don't say you’ll change
And I drank fast while you took quite small sips
Foggy windows in cars full of hairclips
Don’t say that you’ll change
And when I close my eyes I can still see
lightning strike like an x-ray of our bodies shining
Don’t say that you’ll change
Don’t say it anyway
Don’t give me that glass half full, half empty bullshit anyway
There’s a lesson to learn if you just look at things another way
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Horsehead Nebula
01:16
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Barcelona
03:56
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Glowing skin in the midnight sun
Can’t advance, broken plans, the loss of innocence
All her friends stayed up, but she came down
Hey I was there, news was bad, travelled so far
Playing cards in the dark was a good night medicine
All her friends stayed up but she came down
At what point did I just stop and consider this
After a month, after a year, after tonight
At what point did I just stop and give in to this
It was when all your friends stayed up but you came down
Glowing skin in the midnight sun
Can’t advance, broken plans, stones in your living room
Just take what you get dealt, turn it around
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Collocations
04:27
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Hey remember the records that used to have meant
On the walk home on the feet that used to have felt
There was Jimmy, there was Donny and Blake for the boys
And the last one, well that one I saved it for yours
Booklets in hand you read every word
Steps turning pages in beat with every chord
You were so clear in my mind
Keeping together straight lines
to the fact you can’t win all the time
Thrown together in a Jackson Pollock mess
With all the arbitration but none of the finesse
Breeze on the cheeks as the wind bit away
The teeth on the collar that kept it at bay
and hello today
The worst was endured and I’ve survived
Can’t help but look back and sigh
Pushing the present aside
Man, I was an asshole at times
I hope that well you’re doing fine
Nostalgia’s the killer behind
Do you think now, with the time I know there’s been change
All I’m asking, could we be not quite so estranged?
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College Days
04:58
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When the night can’t hold on and it breaks
And the crash of the shards it creates
The birds and their sounds cast silhouettes on the ground
And the splash of the sun and you wake
The rouge lingers on your lips
And the sign of a bruise on your hips
Face first in the ground with ears full of the sound
that’s been tapping forever since
Time melted away in a way that only Dali could explain
No matter how many sms sorries you send, it won’t make ‘em change
There’s a space in my moth that I swore
was the home of a tooth days before
Come back, come back clear, bring me one step near
The reminder why my head is so sore
The amber end of solitude is floating with the fireflies
No matter how many sms sorries you send, it won’t make ‘em change
No matter how many compliments you think that you gave, it won’t make ‘em change
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Relative Clauses
03:43
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Sweltering summer heat
The arches of my feet
And footsteps on the floor
Courage still on my lips
From countless late night sips
Light sneaks through the door
And the beam, the only light it seems, illuminates the only face I’d want to see
The thing you’ll see, it’s not to me of where you go or how you speak or the way that you jump with both feet
Or the icebergs that lay in your eyes where many explorers have dared lost their lives just to say
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
Reach to put on my shoes
stained with dancing moves
From the night before
Not to step on the crack
the lonely solemn track
Along wooden boards
And the sneak the lonely peek the only face inspiring but makes me weak
The thing I'll share is that I don’t care about how you eat or what you wear or the way that you look so good with short hair
Or the icebergs that lay in your smile where many explorers have dared walked the miles just to say
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The Cold Has Beaten You
03:23
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Some things just go
Left before the morning light
Where nobody knows, not I
You see it’s true
When skating over fractured ice
Underneath the cold surprise awaits you
Go, go, going, gone, gone are the days
when we were warm
and I coming home to let you know
the cold has beaten you
And your solemn ways
These comforting songs won’t play today
Stall when you need a hand
and break suddenly
Just help me understand
Go, go, going, gone, gone sunshine rays
Comforting sounds
and I coming home to let you know
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Spring Skier Brisbane, Australia
If the warmth of company can combat the cold of distance and solitude, then in the pairing of their singular visions, Remy
Boccalatte and Kane Mazlin surely stir the fires of folk and reverie. Within the comfort of that gentle crackle forms an ageless Simon and Garfunkle-esque pop, held not by the calendar or the clock, but by shared imagination.
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