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Do We Live Forever?
01:40
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A place to hide
Deep inside a body
A plum she plucked
You are not my secret anymore
A severed hand (a box of letters)
Moments later she spoke (will it last forever?)
Inside my hand (now sewn with heather)
Codes and odes and clouds of smoke (do we live forever?)
A box of letters
Will it last forever?
Now sewn with heather
Do we live forever?
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2. |
Jonny Murphy
02:32
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He's Jonny Murphy and he's wearing Nazi flags
He's licking rifles and he's sniffing in the trash
Buying motor homes in Florida for to fund the fascist front
His mother Sherry she is kissing photographs
And sipping bleach between the tricks she kompromats
Printing prints of phony princes all to purge the diplomats
So I wring my hands out
His father Thomas makes a living giving head
To stop his family from blowing him instead
But they're stabbing him to pieces in his Sarasota bed
He's Jonny Murphy now he's knitting Nazi flags
From bloody blankets and his father's favorite cat
Burning motor homes in Florida for to find the fascist front
So I wring my hands out
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3. |
Safe Bet
03:51
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If I was a superstar
Then I could take aim
Take all the medicine
Shift all the blame
If I was a simple man
I couldn't be wrong
There's a big, dusty meteor
It's humming along
Am I a safe bet for you?
Or just some shape-shifting memory towering over you
I was a superstar
Then I could take aim
Drink all the medicines
Shift all the blame
Oh I am a worried man
I am constantly wrong
There's a big dusty meteor
Still humming along
Am I a safe bet for you?
Or just some faint, woeful frequency tethering after you
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4. |
The Aching
04:09
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Don't bother me, I won't ever be free of the aching
I'll come around to embryonic sounds, they tell me
Dead soldiers lying in a room
In a room you'll sleep your first sleep
A power move to be constantly rude every morning
I gave my word to try love so absurd in the springtime
The distance comes when she comes home, oh fuck if I know why
She's my best friend
I am stuck in the aching again
A vapid fight in blistered light, oh cloudless afternoon
You'll never send
Me out of the aching again
Oh tender hall your new moon is asprawl in her echoes
With bayonet, whittling bassinets on the table
Dead soldiers lying in the trash
In the back where you take your first steps
So bother me I won't ever be free of the aching
I hope you find I'm always good and kind when you need me
Will distance come when she comes home? Oh fuck if I know how
My blood will mend
Help me out of the aching again
Oh, help me out of the aching again
Oh, help me out of the aching again
Oh, help me out of the aching again
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5. |
Chorale for Jheeque
01:32
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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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