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"Womanhood"
02:54
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The wood rots quickly on the balcony
My lungs long desperately for air
The blood’s leaving my body at an alarming rate
And the strange thing is nobody seems care
My “womanhood”, life giving money making good house keeping busy like I should be sleeping
soon but I have too my to prove my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”
I’m losing patience with the government
The kids next door have learned to swear
My head feels like it’s swimming in a pool of cement
And the pain is too much for me to bear
My “womanhood”, life giving money making good house keeping busy like I should be sleeping
still but I have too my to prove my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”
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2. |
Start Again
02:44
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Thirty days to make a habit and
A split second to break a heart but
I will wake up early tomorrow and
We can make a brand new start
Again, I find it hard to motivate myself to brush my teeth
I know I must smile despite the pain that’s hiding underneath
It keeps repeating “I don’t want to live anymore” broken record skipping in my head
If my existence is truly this pointless then why bother singing? Just go back to bed.
Maybe if I just quit trying to change to gain some self-esteem
Lend my hands and be of service to something greater than little old me
Thirty days to make a habit and
A split second to break a heart but
I will wake up early tomorrow and
We can make a brand new start
Again
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3. |
Homeschool
02:49
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I could teach you a thing or two
I could beat you in a game of hide and seek
I could find you in a crowd of a thousand people
So what if now we’re not allowed to leave the house?
What’s wrong with staying in and making out?
I could find you with my eyes closed now
Alone at last no other people
I could teach you
How to hold me
How to calm me down
I could teach you
How to trust me
I could silence all your doubts
I could show you
That it’s easy
If you love me
Tell me now
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4. |
Where I'm Sitting
03:25
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I broke down at Spadina Station
Slot in the turnstile it ate my token
It was the least of my first world problems
I blew the whole thing out of proportion
It’s overwhelming, it’s overwhelming where I am sitting
It’s hard to see eye to eye with strangers
In a permanent state of danger
“Hey, how’s it going?” small talk is torture
I’m unprepared, I don’t know the answer
It’s overwhelming, it’s overwhelming where I am sitting
I looked out at the vast horizon
At The Spit with my favourite person
I’m happier than you can imagine
It’s beautiful and I can’t stop laughing
It’s overwhelming, it’s overwhelming where I am sitting
Simply existing, it’s overwhelming
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5. |
Nearer
02:47
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The air is not the same here
The sky’s another hue
I’d tell you that I miss you but there’s
Nothing we can do
The view from the apartment
The shadows on the wall
They’re singing from the terrace and I
Wish I could kiss them all
The water’s so much clearer
The ocean feels so small
And summer’s drawing nearer
The poppy petals fall
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Riverdale Bridge
02:34
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Halfway across the bridge and down the stairs
I thought about how scared
You would be if you were here
Looking out beyond the baseball field
I’m grateful I have healed
Without the weight of all that fear
There is really nothing sweeter than the sun reflected on the river
This new feeling, far superior to the way you made me feel
It’s not productive for me to compare
But now that I’m aware
I can’t believe I almost missed
Out on everything ahead of me
The landscapes I have seen
I’m so glad I chose to live
There is really nothing sweeter than the sun reflected on the river
This new feeling, far superior to the way you made me feel
There is really nothing sweeter than the sun reflected on the river
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7. |
Tiny Beam Of Light
03:00
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I emerge like a vampire, my body pale and cold
I emerge like a reptile, a true sight to behold
I emerge from my shell like a creature straight from hell
‘Cause
It’s summertime
Time to look on the bright side
It’s summertime
Time to look on the bright side
I emerge like a vision, a tiny beam of light
Shining in through your curtain asking you how you slept last night
When you emerge from a dream, like an angel on my screen
‘Cause
It’s summertime
Time to look on the bright side
It’s summertime
Time to look on the bright side
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8. |
Light One Up
03:02
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You can call me an idiot
I don’t give a shit
I am brilliant
You can say I’m a hypocrite
And come to think of it,
Aren’t we all just trying our best?
Light one up
Swear it’s your last
We pretend that we are not afraid
Post a happy face
It’s a sunny day
If you’re lonely know that it’s okay
If you’re not the same as the rest
And it’s a slow burn but you’ll learn
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Son Canciones Barcelona, Spain
Quiet songs for restless souls since 2014.
Son Canciones is an independent record label from Barcelona.
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