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Willow
07:22
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In arms of a willow
Please speak to me
I hear you calling
Calling for me
Sing from the
Shrill cicadas song or the
Drum of the ground
Held within hanging weeds
Keeping warm in the sound
I will welcome your arms over me
Your arms over me
Sway me to sleep
Wake alone.
But you’re reaching out
Take me – I’m coming home
Your long boughs blooming
And clutching my throat
Receive me naked please blanket your own.
You can’t let me go
I need your warm and flooding flume
Into sweet arbor, my black water womb
In arms of a willow
Offer me sleep
These arms won’t save you
Quietly feed.
Please can you
Swaddle hallowed screams
I am draped in the bark
Held within hanging weeds
Keeping warm in the dark.
Your stolen voice echoes through me
These small, small
These small lungs need to breathe
I, I
I’m nothing, I’m a weed
All, all,
All I want is release
We’re all, we’re all
We’re all foundlings in the eaves
Violent sleep at my back
See my breath is turning black
I’m alone and I’m cold in the dark
Nursing fetters underneath
Here to feast on my defeat
Come glut yourself, take all you can mar
Heal myself if I throw
Deracinations of my throat
From crowded lungs, and on honest call
I will shiver I will spit
I am a worthless little shit
I am standing here, purging it all
But no I won’t fall
Into
Your arms
But it won’t be enough
But it won’t be enough
But it won’t be enough
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Static
05:22
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I hear it coming down
I feel it in the ground
Take in the golden sound
That interrupts the static of
I'm sure that I'm gold
I know
That what I feel's a habit known
All I can do is please, I know
All that I want to be, I don’t
Feed my disguise
I won’t apologize
Sand in your face
Sun in your eyes
Take what you want from me
I want, I want, I want to be redeemed
Foul ball on pitcher’s mound
No upside for the downed
You’re leaping out of bounds
Clear off into the static of
White light and twine
Bored in sublime
All I can do is please, I know
All that I want to be, I don’t
Feed my disguise
I won’t apologize
Sand in your face
Sun in your eyes
Take what you want from me
I want, I want, I want to be redeemed
Eat from a broken hand
Stranger in a stranger's land
Sinew and swollen gland
The only means we understand
Speak from a mouth of sand
Crumbling 'way in stranger's hands
If they don't understand
this only drummer will speak for the band
I shoot for the centre
But I aim to be right
Left to my own accord
I'm off into the night alright now
I'll be the best there is cuz you're the best that was
Time rambles on it pulls me in it drowns my outpour in a flood
Cause yeah, I shoot for the centre
With left hand to my delight
Cut through the static of
What passes for the good life
And to no real great surprise to someone raised to think they're key
I'm finding out my ego is all me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Speak from a broken hand
Stranger in a stranger's land
Sinew and swollen glands
This only drummer speaks for the band
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Boonie Toronto, Ontario
From the hearty landscape of the north, to the sun dried shores of the south, Boonie have collected in the Big Smoke to bring you the stories from the sticks. Influenced by their love of mid-90s indie rock and the lush and expansive sounds of modern pop-rock, this groovy group of outtatown rockers invite you to indulge their ennui and to laugh at their lame jokes. All in the name of rock n’ roll. ... more
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