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shark mouth
03:16
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sure son
be captain
there's not much to the ocean
but now there's fire in the hull
and a hole in your skull
you're to blame
men don't lie about sea legs
but now there's blood in the shark's mouth
there's blood in the shark's mouth
there's blood in the shark's mouth
there's blood in the shark's mouth
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2. |
leave it all to the gods
03:23
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you'll get away with it this time
bright lights and city, flying out
your cat brings you gifts of mice
outta luck
oughta see
another time
and it's a pistol that you're faking
and it's gone beyond regret
if it's forgiveness that you're seeking
better yet
leave it all
to the gods
time's out i'm glad that you've made it
shout shout up into space
time's out i'm glad that you've made it
running out we all count
outta luck
oughta see
another time
and it's a pistol that you're faking
and it's gone beyond regret
if it's forgiveness that you're seeking
better yet
leave it all
to the gods
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3. |
flight attempt
01:37
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with the greatest hopes
you made up wings of tape and bone
i didn't want to break the spell of your flight
it was a car park
i loved you and said so in the dark
you didn't hear it for the screams
you didn't lie when you said you'd never love again
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4. |
jungles
02:19
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you'll grow a jungle
the vines of your river
i'd swim through crocodiles for you
i'd swim through crocodiles for you
i'll sell all my things
take down my ship rigs and i'll
take of all of my skins for you
darling you know we can't fight it
back into the jungle
darling i know you can fight it
back into the jungle
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5. |
harry haller
04:00
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there's a letter from your mother
it's been sitting by the door since last Christmas
you say she's getting old
and you're frightened to see how she's taking it
the bats are flying over
screaming with the hot wind of the summer
you ask me if i'd like the chance to take flight
I say nothing
there's no sense in love
don't try to make some
in the hot shell of your wagon
we're driving to your mother's house for christmas
you tell me that your life
feels every day like violence
there's a hundred k's to go
and the black leather burns our undressed skin
and I sing
there's no sense in love
don't try to make some
there's no sense in love
don't try to make some
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claire magdalena Melbourne, Australia
bedroom musician, law student and barkeep. mustered by some mid-twenties courage.
claire magdalena recommends:
it'll gouge your heart; read my review here: http://bandcamphunter.tumblr.com/post/13038105041/bch-pick-of-the-week
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beautiful ambient music. her voice is spectacular.
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Fold in the Wind
by The Coral Sea
number one album of 2011 for myself and BCH30 over at bandcamp hunter. stunning.
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