1. |
I Hold the Fort
06:24
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I hold the fort
I'll ease the light
and I'll shut that door
behind you
behind you
oh I'm three steps
and hours
I retreat detached
most every night
I faced the war
but we've found a new fight
and as hard as I tried
the rift
it split
it split us in two
we're on different sides of life
me and you
the years lied to us too.
but I hold the fort
don't you know what that's like
to bed down on the floor
to grow tired
all alone
I might beg for more
but I'd waste my night
so I'll use that door
'cause after tonight
it just feels right
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2. |
Liquid
04:35
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I remember the first snowfall well
but most of all
how your lips saved me from that hell
I read too much into it
and the pavement gleamed with lazy prophetic sunbeams
so I surrendered our bread and cake
is it better or worse
and the whips are all in their rows
the would-be interrogants
and they're dying to trip
and savoring liquid remorse
see me now
the theives have their powers
to see me through
endless, gasping hours
so malevolent sunrise comes
I'm still wondering if I have won
all the tender jaw games
so many secrets remain
the battles are deeper than either would peek at
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3. |
Safe Room
04:16
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you're shuddering next to me
'cause I take the time to see
here in the shelter of my safe room
counting your days
just give it up and stay
you could enlighten my heresy
if I could make you sell out to me
chasing the storm fronts 'till faint dawn
where the muscle of our intentions....
and we breathe
and the muscle of our intentions
will hold us
through this fleeting lust
and serial high in my safe room
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4. |
Somnambule
03:58
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Willows
05:46
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we walked with our summertime ways
as we sifted through the gate
could we admire the lives
the lives laid out in rows
home by five and lights out by nine
you talked with a summertime sway
just like a lioness
admired by her prey
I told you of my charming ways
didn't want any doubts
no doubts inside our space
in the moonlight shade of the dead
those same loose tiles
every morning
those same cold floors
causing your longing
those same loose tiles
every morning
those same cold floors
I checked if it was late
but times hands weren't raised
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Espialist Montreal, Québec
Reveling in the dulcent sounds of acoustic shoegaze, slowcore, americana, and alt-country, Espialist is the moniker to denote creations of multi-faceted, deeply emotional singer / songwriter Mike Wall.The Somnambule EP was released in November 2013.
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