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Apple Blossom
03:58
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Oh, Apple Blossom, gravity baits you. It's a cage, like the eight of spades; it makes you sick but it also keeps you safe. Through it all, your trenchant body was always primed to fall. They should have called you honeysuckle, far too sweet for the blackest of backseats. The oldest trick of all - made you a bird's heart, sworn to that you'd never fall.
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Duller
04:10
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Like a razor under moonlight, you are watching a sharp passion get duller and duller; grow thinner and thinner. And I know you don't like this (like I do), and I know you don't want me (like I want you), but the razor gets duller night by night by night. And the razor gets duller. Something must have got you when you were young - made up in your dress wove of broken hearts. Something must have caught you and brought you and torn you apart; something must have scared you when you were young. And I know you don’t like this (like I do), and I know you don't want me (like I want you), but the razor gets duller night by night by night by night.
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Hope in Gold
04:38
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They say we’re better than ever; I still remember you were a wild animal. Now, stone cold in the darkness, tempered and heartless, you are the only hope we know. Oh, our drowning son, that weight 'round your neck is made out of solid gold. Oh, our burning home, may you never know just what we’ve done for you. Clean, like a surgeon, all skills turned towards precision - you may have seen the muscles underneath my skin, but you will never see me cry. Oh, our drowning son, that weight 'round your neck is made out of solid gold. Oh, our burning home, may you never know just what we’ve done for you. You’re the only hope that we knew.
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Electric 1
08:06
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Was it like the first electric light? Like, "Oh, this is what we can do with what we have?" A touch of the modern, the garish, the strange; new shadows in an old place. Oh, when I first saw your face, something dropped in me like a stone. The ripples spread out to find their home. Or was it like waves of wind passing through fresh wheat? Tracing its frantic eddies in drawls across the stalks. To touch your brow, relieve the heat; your cool relief would be my whole release. When I first saw your golden mane; when I first spoke your golden name; it was like yours was the only face I’d known. The ripples spread out to find their home. Now you've found me.
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The Beach
04:56
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In my mind I have already died. I just yell what they tell me to yell; run when I think I should run. It's a way to be free from a life spent under the gun. In my mind, I am back on that beach. There is only the sound of the sea, only the salt at my feet. It's a way to be free from a life spent pining for you. Hold me down - it's the only way to keep me around. Hold me down - it's the only way you’ll get me to stay. It's the only way.
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The Dead Elm Society of Canada Lakefield, Ontario
Dead Elms was a group of musicians playing the songs of Alex Unger, operating between Toronto and Peterborough, Ontario, Canada during 2009 through 2011.
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