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LACE
02:39
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I am surrounded by a kaleidoscope-eyed girl, and I am astounded by the sheer amount of pearls. is this a ballroom because I can’t feel my face? but, I can see her in the corner pulling up her lace. you got something to say? the devil’s in the details, but she won’t let me have none. you are canvas. I want to paint a snake on you. as long as you stand there I’m going to take it as a clue, that this is a ballroom and you would like to play. I can see her in the corner, pulling up her lace. what’s left to say? I can see her in the corner. I like it.
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THE SHOW
05:06
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I don’t think I’ve seen enough to put the world on my shoulders, but I think that I have seen enough to want to be with you. the chip on your shoulder, it’s worth it’s weight in gold. but that’s just an expression; the way we like to set the tone. I couldn’t have seen it coming insofar as I have been so deep. but no matter the crisis, the woe, it isn’t me. I can’t tame a horse, I can’t fix your porsche, but I can touch you in so many ways you will never get bored. I can’t fly a plane, my dash ain’t wood grain, but I can touch you in so many ways it will drive you insane. and I know it seems absurd it’s like every song you’ve heard, but I’m light on my feet and I bought you this steel reserve. if you say you’ll give me a piece you know I’ll bite it off. if your hook is catch and release you know I’ll sing along. I don’t think I’ve seen enough to put the world on my shoulders, but I think that I have seen enough to want to be with you. I know you want to think I’m the right one. but don’t believe a thing that I say to you because I fight the comfort, I fight the beat.
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AMARETTO
03:35
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I’m glad I bought the amaretto. I’m glad I’m not drunk on gin. I heard the door, I reached for the record. how the hell did I make it spin? the lights were off, I couldn’t really see at all, but we were dancing, a waltz. the lights were off and your coat was soft. we were stumbling across the room. in your hand you held a stiletto, yes cue the violin. it’s ironic it’s dangerous your weapon, the cool steel on my skin, because I am not afraid to love a resurrection, your sheer perfection. I uncovered you to belong to you. the sharpness in this darkened room is piercing my soul.
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PROSPECT
04:50
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I want it all so I’ll have nothing. you fell asleep inside my dream. I want it all so I’ll have nothing. so this is how the west is won: tall green trees and the hash of them burning and dying in front of me. simply enough is simply done: a big salt lake and seven sons, a lion just dying in front of me. so give me a drink and my highway because I don’t care what lies ahead: a gyre just dying in front of me. for every ode to begin, there’s a ravenous rustic worn out wind singing “I want it all so I’ll have nothing.” so I focus on the walk. I’m tired and I want to go home. The trains just aren’t fast enough. stumbling back from prospect park. so this how the west is won: by climbing up mountains of people.
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LADYFRIEND Ny, New Caledonia
"This band is split between N.C. and N.Y, but you wouldn’t know that with how cohesive and smooth this EP is." -- WKNC
Raleigh
"Racing from mock-classic rock, to R&B infused pop numbers, there’s touch of everyone from Real Estate, to Conor Oberst, to The Antlers. LADYFRIEND truly are impossible to pin down, and I absolutely love them for it." -- Crack in the Road UK
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