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Welcome
00:52
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Nomeda Sawnam.
Funga Alafia Ashe ashe!
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2. |
The Man Was A Demon
03:58
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Ghost
04:34
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Nomads
02:23
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Nomads.
Well I combed my hand over the hill
and scraped the leaves from all the trees
to take their heat and give them snow.
And I sought out some lonely greens
to fulfill my selfish needs.
I'm a hunter and I'm moving slow.
I've dressed myself with your skin
and used your bones to build a home.
I planted my foot on top the soil,
kicked it down trying to strike oil,
but it turned up dry.
And I'm a gold-mining pioneer,
sifting through everything I fear,
and I'm hoping to strike the good life.
I've dressed myself with your skin
and used your bones to build a home.
Pockets full of history weigh on my view,
Soaring at a comfortable altitude.
And this skeleton's going to dance until I'm through.
To the next one, onto the next one, onto the next!
Well I stepped onto that grassy field
to let the wind know what was real
and she spread the word.
I grabbed a hold of that stormy helm
and steered against whatever felt right.
I'm taking control tonight.
Well I've dressed myself with your skin
and used your bones to build a home.
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5. |
Wires
01:12
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Let's get overwhelmed.
We might just kill ourselves,
or move until our wires fall out of our skin.
I want to make a sound
to turn you inside out
and make that inner primate shatter its shell.
Pour me some sugar, I'll conquer an earthquake
and ride it to China to watch all my friends succeed.
Start a stampede!
Cut down all the trees!
Make me say please!
May I remind you that while I am binded to what I can't find I simply
rewind everything until I'm 13!
If you know what i mean.
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6. |
Toy Guns
06:04
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I could never love you because I've never loved myself
And you may be getting stronger, but I'm losing all my health.
As I fix these words up I will push them out out my mouth.
And if we ever get there I might finally make a sound.
My back says I've been working, but my hands don't seem to show.
You probably should be leaving, oh, I don't want you to go.
My arms are never-ending, but your hair is overgrown,
And if I never say this all my thoughts will turn to stone.
We're shooting toy gun glances and making up our names.
A sunny chance for us to sit and relapse in the shade.
You know I could never really give all that you gave.
Your finger's tracing patterns like a rope around my throat.
It's easy, when you're leading, to get lost on unnamed roads.
Your stomach's getting empty while your plate is getting full,
but crying all those diamonds will not get you any gold.
I'm tethered to the doorway and your feet point towards the car.
Your lips are making shapes that are tearing me apart.
We combust likes matches, this I have known all along.
I really like the passion that you put into your songs.
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7. |
Widespread & Overgrown
20:35
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Hunting for Teeth Buffalo, New York
Intentions and honesty that were first born in Fredonia, New York in March of 2011 when Shauna Presto and Corey Bzibziak
decided to collaborate and create a sustainable source of life throughout the college lifestyle. The project started as a means of fun and enjoyment and the plan is to stay that way through the test of time.
You can dance and sing with us if you like.
... more
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