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Salem
04:35
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She floats on a glass bed
While her bonds unfasten
And she dreams of being free
As the world slips sweetly away
Young life wasted
Bound for Satan
A world of strangers
Bound and gagged her
And she hopes sincerely
That the Earth sinks dearly beneath
Young life wasted
Bound for Satan
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2. |
California Games
04:48
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You’re the only common thread that binds my days
The strands that keep us tied in place have twined and frayed
I’m the lowly wooden spool you’re wrapped around
Lately I feel strange as if I’ve come unwound
You’re the feathered dancer on the stage tonight
I feel my heart ascending like a bird in flight
I’m the darkened hunter watching from the wings
The world comes crashing in with every shot that rings
You’re the bottom half of every drink that’s drowned
Tilt your glass to listen for the sinking sound
I’m the blackened ocean tide that draws you in
Now I feel I’ve lost the nerve to swim…
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3. |
Harder
04:50
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“… Your brain will eat you alive”
Then he buried his head in her sheets while he dreamt suicide
In the muddy banks, he had found
Frozen heirlooms that washed from the pockets of kids who had drowned
There’s a faint grey spot on a white backdrop
And I’m getting harder to see everyday
He prayed like God’s in the room
And then played with the negative space of the cold afternoon
He sank beneath the deafening word
That some girls become stones to be thrown to the pitch of the night
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4. |
Disappearing Act
04:48
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Her heartbeat pounded like a kettle drum
And the world seemed brighter while she learned to cum
Voices murmured from behind the door
While alone she made love to her bedroom floor
She spent her days in prayer, but it was rehearsed
Beneath the long dark shadow of the wood framed Church
And it felt so strange to be so alone
Inside the warm safe womb of her parents’ home
Standing barefoot naked on the bathroom floor
Staring up past the ceiling like an open door
It felt so good to be deep inside
That her chest burst blooming with an orchid’s pride
He had a brown suede jacket, a leather belt
And the coldest fingers that she ever felt
The world looked dimmer though frosted glass
And the back seat shivered with a helpless gasp
His eyes shot blank like a hollow shell
“but is he William boroughs or William tell?”
Her white lips tremored as he kissed her head
Her youth suspended by a silver thread
Close her eyes and she’ll disappear
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5. |
Daylight
03:44
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Her labia is pedaled soft as an orchid’s lip
And she tremors at the graze of a finger tip
I’m as filthy as tissue on the bathroom floor
And she’s as empty as a glass jar when she says
“Hold me daylight ‘cause I’m slipping away
Hold me daylight ‘cause I’m sinking under”
The candle drips in a wax pool on the ground
And she’s a pale as a ghost when I snuff it out
She says I feel like a stranger in the dark
You know I feel like a stranger when she says
“Hold me daylight ‘cause I’m slipping away
Hold me daylight ‘cause I’m sinking under”
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6. |
Motown
03:43
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7. |
Oh So Quiet
03:56
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It’s oh so quiet at the window
I light a cigarette to pass the time and watch the night crawl
While girls carry flowers past dimly lit street lamps
It’s oh so quiet in her room tonight
Cross over the bed and turn out the light
It’s oh so quiet
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8. |
GAG
04:04
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Someone turned the lights out in the house again
You know that I feel anxious in the dark
But you say “baby it’s alright ‘cause I’m a star”
Someone broke the lantern on our street again
The night makes me afraid of who you are
But you say “baby it’s alright ‘cause I’m a star”
You hold me in the warm light of the afternoon
And work the machinations of the heart
As the day goes creeping past us in the sunroom
You say “baby it’s alright ‘cause I’m a star”
Someone snuffed the candles in my room again
And the smell makes me so sick I want to die
But you say “baby it’s alright ‘cause I’m a star”
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9. |
Dormant Seed
04:53
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I buried a dirty finger in the garden of your thighs
And I can’t believe that the soul is a dormant seed
We sway like a branch in the wind upon this hopeful precipice
But I can’t believe that the soul is a falling leaf
We sink like a lonesome and sweet heroine
It feels so familiar
It feels like a dream that I can’t believe
We sleep in the dust of the ground
But dream that the water surrounds
And I believe that the soul is a dormant seed
What grows in the warmth of the light
Will wilt in the bowels of the night
And I believe that the soul is a falling leaf
We sink like a lonesome and sweet heroine
It feels so familiar
It feels like a dream that I can’t believe
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The Sorels Edmonton, Alberta
The Sorels are a five piece Indie Rock band from Edmonton, AB. For the past two years, they've been playing to swooning hearts, and ruptured eardrums across the local music scene. Hazy melodic vocals floats a midst chiming guitars, abrasive bass, and bombastic drums; while, lyrics seethe with blackened wit, making The Sorels one of the best kept secrets in Canadian Indie. ... more
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