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O Candyland
01:48
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2. |
Tell Her
04:40
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Tell her not to meet you in the evening
There's somewhere else that she would rather be
She touches everything in your apartment
And gets you certain medicine for free
Playing a game of salutations
That feels like a game of telephone
But she's into theme and deviation
Playing a game that's just her own
Tell her you could see her in the daytime
She's welcome if she wants to hang around
The shapes that she was making in the sunshine
Deforming as the sun is going down
Time is not the same to you
Time is not to blame
There isn't any shame to you
Isn't that a shame?
But I've got things to say to you
Running for the train
Never on my way to you
Running through your veins
You think that she should be
Lonely just for you
Does anything come free that she should be
Only just for you?
Tell her not to meet you on a Sunday
There's too much time for her to leave
Waving to the children from the runway
There's too many things they must believe
Pleasantly she waits for you
At the pearly gates for you
Pretty sure you have a reservation
But you'd like to visit with her soon
But she's into shade and revelation
Changing like the phases of the moon
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3. |
However However However
03:26
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However lost inside your mind
However gone
However you might be infected
However silent as the grave
However young
Do you want to be respected
Or do you want to be loved?
Do you want to be loved?
However however however
Do you want to be love?
You might be burning for relief
However numb
Is there anywhere to be taken?
And you might be surrounded
Or alone
You just can't live in a hospital room
And you can't just die at home
Do you want to be gone?
However however however
Do you want to be gone?
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4. |
New Song
04:46
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Writing down my pain like a costume I'm reluctant to put on
But it sits there on the page like a bird that has already up and flown
Moved by the spirit like the wind through every curtain ever blown
Windows are the souls of the houses when the occupants have gone
My love, she is that bird. She's a writer, she's a word. She is the wild
She holds a lock and key that keep me feeling free like a child
I come from Tennessee and the Smokey Mountain breeze is in my mind
It moves from she to me like it blows from sea to sea and makes me smile
In the morning her voice it reaches out to me
In the silence, never broke, always speaking, never spoken
In the graveyard by the steeple
Open up the doors, see all the people
My love, she looks for me in the place that I must be
To be the silence in the morning (to disappear) is to be free
She sees the empty page, and she sees the open window by the door
But she sees the open cage and she knows that I'm not crying anymore
New song
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5. |
Die with My Pants On
03:17
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Aaron Parker Edmonton, Alberta
Aaron Parker is a songwriter from Edmonton, Alberta. He is currently exploring the psych/folk sounds of the early 70's with acoustic guitars, strings and percussion. The emphasis is on lyrics and melody. His other project, Cantoo has been making psych/pop since 2013. ... more
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