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Exit Signs
03:05
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Days go by in Executionland
Pay no mind, an oven light
The fall of man, man
All those blood red lights
The exit signs
Not too old to admit that you were right
That I make no sense at all
Necro nights in Pollyannaland
Pay no mind, a simple nod
A slight of hand, man
All those blood red lights
The exit signs
Not too old to admit that you were right
That I make no sense at all
All those green little lies
The exit signs
I’m too old to admit
That you were right
And I make no sense at all
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HBD Clover
01:09
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Happy Birthday clover
Close beside my lazer
Let’s make love in the glow of the television show
On a sleepless night
Happy New Year daisy
Pregnant clouds hang lazy
Let’s make love on the floor, the aquarium doors
Are abound with blue
Let’s make love in the glow of the television show
On a sleepless night
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3. |
Witching Hour
03:50
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We got in too deep
You fell back asleep and she cried
Then your mom called back and I lied
I crawled down the street
The witching hour is moving her feet
Night after night after night
I’m glad you made it
From some silky planet
I love you, I do
Boiling InstantPots
Rusted pull-out cots and she cried
Then I learned my Grandma died
Pour another glass
The witching hour is passing us by
Night after night after night
I’m glad you made it
From some silky planet
I love you, I do
We’re glad you made it
From some milky planet
We love you, we do
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JP0822
00:49
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I Bought You a Bird
04:06
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I found an aviary down among the pines
Our love is stationary, we keep it in the lines
Do you want me
Do you need me to stick around?
Down at the mortuary the nurse is clearing signs
You came to me with prairie moons inside your eyes
Will you want me
Will you need me to stick around?
It never rains and I’m not sure the pain
In our hearts is rational or part of the game
The smoke moves fast and I’m not sure the past
Really happens, if at all
There’s holes in the wall
Outside a boy was selling birds to anyone
I bought a white crowned sparrow painted on a sun
I do want you
I do need you to stick around
It never rains and I’m not sure the pain
In our hearts is natural or part of the game
The smoke clears fast I’m still not sure the past
Really happens, if at all
There’s holes in the wall
I found an aviary for you
You’ll find a place to bury me
You’ll find a place to bury me
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6. |
Little Green
03:18
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Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her Green, and the winters cannot fade her
Call her Green for the children who've made her
Little Green, be a gypsy dancer
He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say "Her eyes are blue"
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little Green, hе's a non-conformer
Just a little Green
Like thе color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little Green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed
Little Green, have a happy ending
Just a little Green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little Green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
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7. |
Steppin' on Mines
02:07
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Nothin’ I wouldn’t do
To get this microphonic blue
Outside of my head
Outside of my head
Nothin’ I wouldn’t say
To sew the subatomic fray
Inside my brain
Inside my brain
Don’t wanna be better of than dead
Keep steppin’ on mines inside my head
Nothin’ I wouldn’t do
To get this hypersonic boom
Outside of my head
Outside of my head
Don’t wanna be better of than dead
Keep steppin’ on mines inside my head
Nothin’ I wouldn’t do
To kill this microphonic blue
Inside my head
Inside my head
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Every woman needs a good man
Every good man needs a spine
Placing dishes in the dishbox
While the bottles wait in line
We would eat at stupid restaurants
Then to Karlo’s for a dance
Someone passin’ round a bottle
No one giving me a change
Through the vagrant skyways
Passin’ flagrant FlyAways
On a heart-torn avenue
On some wind-ward highway
She comes swingin’ my way
All I wanna do is lose my way somehow
I forget how
Now I pummel down the sidewalk
Eating almonds in a trance
Someone’s passing me a bottle
Someone’s giving me a chance
Through the vagrant skyways
Passin’ flagrant FlyAways
On a heart-torn avenue
On some wind-ward highway
She comes swingin’ my way
All I have to do is choose my way somehow
I see that now
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9. |
Four Days Dead
01:59
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Four Days Dead
That’s about the time it took to find me
Find me
Find me
Four Days Dead
Sovereign stereos will never find me
Find me
Find me
Four Days Dead
Half-knit bandages will never hold me
Unfold me
Unfold me
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Fur Trader Los Angeles, California
Fur Trader is the project of LA songwriter Andrew Pelletier. Born and raised in Illinois, Fur Trader songs blend 60s folk pop with the 90s melodic complexities of Elliot Smith, and nods to the baroque folk of Sufjan Stevens. Andrew has released a number of EPs as Fur Trader and works closely with producer/engineer Beau Sorenson (Bob Mould, Sparklehorse, tUnE-yArDs) ... more
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