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Mountain, Mountain
04:50
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As I reached the summit of your soft neck,
I counted the footholds my teeth had left.
Only to note the journey had been long.
So let me make camp, within your chest
I’ll sway you to slumber with dulcet breaths.
Let’s take to rest, let’s take to rest, the distance in-between.
Let’s get closer,
Wrap your skin 'round my bones
And cover me, cover me, cover me, my dear.
Mountain, mountain move for me.
I’ll be the fault drawing you beneath
The surface of this cold and brutal world.
We’ll flee the elements, we’ll flee the storm
Within my arms you’ll find a home
So come on back home...
Let’s get closer,
Wrap your skin 'round my bones
And cover me, cover me, cover me, my dear.
Though I lack the stature of volcanoes,
And my body lacks the heat
Cover me, cover me, cover me, my dear.
My dear...
Mountain, mountain move for me,
I'l be the fault drawing you beneath...
Mountain, mountain move for me...
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2. |
Siren Sounds
04:13
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Baby you can lead the tempo
That I follow religiously.
Your heart is but a pulsing rhythm;
Within your lips, sweet melodies.
Lovely lady won’t you listen
To this song I shape for you?
It’s not a stretch to say I’m smitten,
I hope to hold your body soon.
Cause oh my
Oh my
Oh my
You’re just, oh my-
I can’t decide...
If it’s your head or shoulders, knees or toes that got me hypnotized.
Regardless of your appendages,
All I know for sure is this:
When you’re embarrassed I will smile,
When your head is aching I will find
Some aspirin to bring you back within my arms.
When you are sleepy take sometime
To rest your brilliant amber eyes
When you’re elusive I won’t mind.
Cause oh my
Oh my
Oh my
You’re just, oh my-
You’re one hell of an angel,
You lift me off this ground.
Grant me one simple favour,
Sing your siren sounds.
Oh lovable demon
Your notes are simply saccharine
They’re so sweet they must be a sin
They’re so sweet they must be a sin
You’re so sweet, that you must be sin.
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3. |
Oh, The Wine!
06:40
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Seductive is your epithet,
Marked by the lingering sense
Of lascivious tenderness;
Killer intent.
You’re quite the loose lipped one,
Drowning fleets in gin;
There’s no need for words,
You speak volumes in skin.
Oh I live for the songs you sing,
Arias all around your neck,
Waltzes within your heavy breaths,
And the collapse in your chest…
I’m deceiving myself
Oh the wine, oh the wine!
Is slipping off of your tongue,
Sliding straight onto mine.
Oh you know…
That your sweet nothings mean so much to me,
And every whisper’s a melody,
Going on in repeat.
Oh you know…
How good you look in your strapless dress,
Quite angelic but nonetheless,
Darling you’re killing me.
I’m deceiving myself
Oh the wine, oh the wine!
Is slipping off of your tongue,
Sliding straight onto mine.
Oh I live for the songs you sing,
Arias all around your neck,
Waltzes within your heavy breaths,
And the collapse in your chest…
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4. |
Enough
05:04
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Lately "I" seems more like the roman numeral to you.
I am just one, never "the one"; anonymous.
Take your hand off mine, your eyes from off of my face.
The sweat from my brow could sink ships, it's a loose-lipped disgrace.
Leave me to die, to turn into dust
Leave me without your love
I'm more than enough, more than enough for you.
Lately I've seemed to suspend disbelief from my mind.
Never knowing fact from fiction, sifting through your words of sand.
Don't ever explain "love never works," that's just insane.
I'm crazy for you but I don't make mistakes over and over again
Leave me to die, to turn into dust
Leave me without your love
I'm more than enough, more than enough for you.
No need for tears, no need for apologies
I realize now, that you weren't enough for me.
Leave me to die, to turn into dust,
Leave me without your love.
I'm more than enough, more than enough for you.
Leave me to die.
Leave me to die.
I'm more than enough, more than enough for you.
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5. |
Imaginary Love
04:38
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6. |
Simple Songs
03:30
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I remember once, I cared for you and thought this earth wasn't enough
Without my chest against yours beating serenades,
Those were better days when I wrote you simple songs.
And I remember too, I lacked the wit to make you smile as you do
My muscles creaked and ached from lifting weights in vain
My ego torn in twain somehow wrote you simple songs.
Well I can't dream of your hand in mine
It's late and my pillow is cold
And the sunlight's reflecting off my bedroom door
I know that's it's for sure
I can't hold on to you anymore.
Do you remember me making small talk at that park beneath the trees?
Shade was scarce, but I was cool on the hot seat,
Hoping I'd seem deep from writing all those simple songs.
I wouldn't be surprised if you had trouble picturing with your mind's eye
This scene of springtime I recall so vividly,
This intimate memory of writing you my simple songs.
I remember once, I cared for you and thought this earth wasn't enough
Without my chest against yours beating serenades,
Those were better days when I wrote you simple songs.
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7. |
Point of Intersection
04:43
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It's quite an event
When we intersect,
My shadow's footsteps
Are shaking, shaking at the sight of yours.
Since last you've been here,
I've grown these few chin hairs
I see your same striking stare
Sends me plummeting back to when we was young.
Tell me new names and different words.
Form stories I've never heard.
And kill me when you smile.
It's quite an event
When we intersect
My shadow's footsteps
Are shaking, shaking at the sight of yours.
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The Breath and The Bellows London, Ontario
The Breath and The Bellows are a 6-piece indie pop/folk band dedicated to movement. From their dynamic and passionate live show to their intimately crafted lyrics, they engage audiences on multiple levels. Their sound can swiftly evolve from slow and sultry to quick and quirky, weaving together light melodies and harmonies as warm as blankets, you’ll be hit in the hips and heart. ... more
The Breath and The Bellows recommends:
An absolutely breathtaking album. This spectacular combination of beautiful lyrics, ethereal melodies and hsunting harmonies makes me sympathize with Salieri in Amadeus.
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