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Be Gentle
04:04
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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 (again)
For the first time we begin
There was no gold in our darkness
No night to soothe our wounds
Our hearts as dark as the soil
Swollen like balloons
For the first time we begin (again)
For the first time we begin
A hole in me like a hollow tree
Down right hidden were the vines
A ray seeping through a canopy
Imparting hunger for incline
For the first time we begin (again)
For the first time we begin
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Red Tambourine
04:12
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We left early from grade school
They drove us up the mountain
So we could play in the leaves
I wore purple, you a jean coat
We were a lifeboat just you and me
Dad would play guitar
You would write all the words
I would dance and play my
Red tambourine
We would have races down Wendell
We would light candles on Christmas Eve
Bury your army men in the sandbox
Snails in a cardboard box near the tv
Dad would play guitar
You would write all the words
I would dance and play my
Red tambourine
We placed pennies on the railroad tracks
Stronger kinship, brother I want you back
Dad would play guitar
You would write all the words
I would dance and play my
Red tambourine
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Waiting for the sun to go down down down
For the day and the ache to hit the ground
There's beauty in pain
An ugliness to grey
Both travel together
Crash a train into your face
Like a kick to the gut
Robs your breath, leaving distaste
Without consent without knowledge
Half the time, eating at my solace
Momma you let me cry and sleep
With that strangling monkey
I was sure he would kill me
Grab my neck and ring it tight
You removed, restored and taught me
Walk by faith and not by sight
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I intend to tend our ground
And let your arms grow around me
The tallest pine, the meekest dove
The driving heart, the mended glove
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter anyhow
Withstand the diamonds that cut our feet
The folds we'll iron in our sleep
The gentle giant, the sharpened sword
The ocean map, the healing word
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter
It's doesn't matter anyhow
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Shakey Pants
04:33
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The earth on which I travel
The salt that is my name
The throwing of my fists
A tenor's sweet refrain
Left handed compliments
Keep me up at night
The light pressing against us
Seems to keep no time
Life will rattle your bones and shake your limbs
But you don't have to shake alone
You wonder like you're lost
As you hang the moon
Spring chicken in a graveyard
Dancing to a tune
Life will rattle your bones and shake your limbs
But you don't have to shake alone
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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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