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Trans Am of hissing static
A moth in your light
Film in your camera
The wake from the night
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Curve in the small of my back
The glint in your eye
In and out our lungs billowing
The fall and the rise
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Feathers turn to anchors
Ha
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Hopes For The Past
03:23
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She is egoless in her awe and bend
The last of her kind to inspire
Oh we bow our heads
We weep, we dread
Oooooo
What we can get is the bottom line
How quick do we benefit from her design
Oh we bow our heads
We weep, we dread
Oooooo
Oooooo
Throwing my hands
The best of us
Blood in the water
Numbers carry all our stones
Throwing my hands
The best of us
Blood in the water
Numbers carry all our stones
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Cool Job
05:15
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Let’s pull the blankets over our heads
And let the yard rake itself
Criss cross our hearts
And let a little hope sink in
As the tide ebbs and swells
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Ooooooo
Let’s swim out and tie bricks to our maladies
Float above our ancient selves
Tattoo our bodies
Until we have matching limbs
Build a mast and set sail
Light the driftwood
Illuminate our beginnings
Put faith in our wisdom teeth
Though the flame is restless
It knows how to sing
It will confess
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
Let’s get out
Let’s get out of here
There’s shapes we’ve never seen
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Oliver
04:09
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Shifting broken light
Fantom growing life
Sleeping in the brine
All ours for a time
Dangling shoulder
To cry on when you were older
Interwoven my skin was your skin
Half baked, half right
Half sick, half life
Half closed, half cry
Half yours, half mine
Pale surface
Autumn sparrow wingless
Tho we never met
My body won’t forget
Plowing forward
Loving and letting go
Hollowed sternum
Praying for a window
Half baked, half right
Half sick, half light
Half closed, half cry
Half yours and half mine
Half baked, half right
Half sick, half light
Half closed, half cry
Half yours and half mine
Half baked, half right
Half sick, half light
Half closed, half cry
Half yours and half mine
Half baked, half right
Half sick, half light
Half closed, half cry
Half yours and half mine
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Night Witches
04:14
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Cover of darkness
Wood and canvas
Little girls, little ghosts
On our brooms
No parachutes
We’ve lost men
We’re on our own
One under each wing
Idle the engine and sing
Moon, smoke, frost and fight
We are the witches of the night
Red army
400 unseen
Freezing hands, no radios
Our learning curve
Last resort to serve
Pilots, unsung heros
One under each wing
Idle the engine and sing
Moon, smoke, frost and fight
We are the witches of the night
One under each wing (each wing)
Idle the engine and sing (each wing)
Moon, smoke, frost and fight (and fight)
We are the witches of the night
We are the witches of the night
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Metric
05:04
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You are hardly measured
Grasping at aversion exactly unsure
There is no peace in what you seek
The dying of leaves
Sawdust at your feet from what you thought that you planted
Sinking back into shape, digging your heels
Inclusive nerves mitigate
Come inside, double back little calico
We can refrain, we can reframe, we can refrain
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
The metric’s yours alone to assign
Vast, vain, violent
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Salt And Sweet
03:38
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What lessons I’ve learned
From this season turned
Minutes of singing sleep
Where the spoon stirs the cup that the zipless keep
Self, you’re a mess
With secret sadness
Filling a whole with salt and sweet
The dance is tiresome
Weary legs gone numb
Writing with your pen
While the gloves wet with rain are lost again
Self, you’re a mess with secret sadness
God-sized hole where you will sleep
Self you’re a mess with secret sadness
Filling a whole with salt and sweet
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Bells
03:21
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As I love yourself better than me
This machine will die eventually
Pray for penance to be lite
So love your pain right to death and shine brightly
It’s dangerous to forget all the crawling.
As I circle inside the invisible ring
This machine may not be communicating
Handrails keep us upright
So love your pain right to death and shine brightly
It’s dangerous to forget all the crawling
Love yourself better than me
This machine will die eventually
Love yourself better than me
This machine will die eventually
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B. Gentle
04:35
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The very steps, so bright and bending
Simple sparrow help me find
Where I’ve been and where we did the planting
I sing and you dive
For the first time we begin
For the first time we begin
Oooooo
There was no gold in our darkness
No night to sooth our wounds
Our hearts are dark as the soil
Swollen like balloons
For the first time we begin
For the first time we begin
Ooooo
Ooooo
A hole in me like a hollow tree
Downright hidden were the vines
A ray seeping through a canopy
Imparting hunger for incline
A hole in me like a hollow tree
Downright hidden were the vines
A ray seeping through a canopy
Imparting hunger for incline
For the first time we begin
For the first time we begin
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo
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It’s not so easy to uncover without splitting the seams
My hands are mismatched and unaware
Pinnacles of what I’ve succumbed to
I thought I was managing the weight and the unseen
The flicker, the distress, the gravity
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
It’s beyond my grasp, I am prone to shake and run before the chase
My eyes are blind to who steers the ship
And to see the shape I’ve conformed to
I thought I was managing the weight and the unseen
The flicker, the distress, the gravity
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
Rusted anchor pull me down
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LAPÊCHE Brooklyn, New York
LAPêCHE is collaboration of love born out of Brooklyn New York. Inspired by their indie and DIY punk roots, the band delivers a dark, catchy rock that’s simultaneously somber and uplifting.
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