1. |
Liebling
01:16
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2. |
Quiet Love
03:18
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My quiet love lifts only a finger
And can hook me
Why must we love what can never have
Will I be asking questions until the day I die
Will I learn one single thing while I'm alive
My quiet love
Way to pass it on
We've only passed our sadness on
I walk a mile in my own shoes
Out of my element thanks to you
New element's singing my blues
A tired smile from a face who's used to being weightless
She's forming holes in my memories
I am feeling just lovely feeling only bliss
As I lose each grain of your sand from my fist
My quiet love
Way to pass it on
We've only passed our sadness on
I walk a mile in my own shoes
Out of my element thanks to you
And if there's a heart on my sleeve
Which there could be
I'd shake it off in to the breeze
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3. |
Whip
04:17
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I never believed in those kinds of things
But I was a lost pup when your face popped up
Like a ripple in a whip headed straight for my hip
Like a flicker in a Bic, I light you to my lips
Tell me who you are
Tell me whats your name
I couldn't hold the breath in my lungs
I took off running since the first light of sun
I've never seen the grass so green
Something differs in my bits, I'm richer than the ritz
Like a simple syrup mix to sweeten my mint juleps
Tell me who you are
Tell me whats your name
Tell me where your from
When will we be one
I couldn't hold the breath in my lungs
I took off running since the first light of sun
I've never seen the grass so green
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4. |
Foreign Tongue
03:49
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Might you wanna buy faux plums, six ninety-nine
Put em in a clay bowl among apples and limes
Ain't you ever bit your tongue? Well bleed it out
It's about time I run but you tied me down
Missing little Death Hawkmoth had gone to rest
Feeling like a gaze of confused raccoons ourselves
Laughing with your smokers lung, and buy the round
Ain't you ever bit your tongue, well bite it now
Happiness with every little drop that hits
Now I'm wetter than a sloppy kiss
I doubt that you want to be there
Blink your eyes and it's over before you know it
And you never had a moment to spare
Could anybody help you even if they wanted to
I doubt you really want to be there
Hacking with a smokers lung, and burn it down
Laughing as you drop your crumbs don't laugh so proud
Must I always have to run, you can tie me down
Call me with a foreign tongue I'll eat you out
Might you want to buy faux plums, six ninety-nine
Bite you with my foreign tongue until your mine
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5. |
Never Had Enough
02:10
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Never could've tried harder honestly
I tried to get you back but your back to me
I never had enough
And if I am crying won't time surely cure me
They were descending in their parachutes
Jumping from the plane in time to catch the view
Always landing somewhere new
Never had enough
We were excited about the moonlight drive
But we got tired and we shut our eyes
We woke up in the sand it was quite a surprise
Never had enough
And if I am laughing won't time surely cut me down
Never could've tried harder honestly
I tried to get you back but your back to me
I never had enough
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6. |
Hunting Dots
02:59
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Red for port
Starboard green
Hunting dots on the horizon
Sinking ships
Thalassic dreams
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7. |
Raccoons
03:25
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Well I could've seen it coming
But I had to walk up Burrard street
And go that way
And I had to bus down Broadway
And go that way
And I could've seen it coming
Out back, shaking in our boots
We became a gaze of confused raccoons
I could've seen it coming
But I had to bus down Broadway
And go that way
And I had turn up Kingsway
To run away
Out back, shaking in our boots
We became a gaze of confused raccoons
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8. |
Blue Hands
01:10
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9. |
Vivian
03:46
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10. |
Be Gone
04:06
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Somewhere down the street
Supposedly she resides
With no name on her tag
No history behind
I rang the number
No one answered the line
So I looked in my book
I must not have written it right
Take what you need and move on
You mustn't be here now
Be gone
Somewhere from the east
Supposedly she has come
Some say she never speaks
Others say only in song
I rang the doorbell
And no one was home
So I looked in my book
I must have written it wrong
Take what you need and move on
You mustn't be here now
Be gone
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11. |
Strawberries in the Nude
02:10
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Faux Plums Vancouver, British Columbia
Faux Plums is a Canadian indie rock band based in Vancouver, B.C. The band's songs are written and sung by Patrick Codere. Their sound is a warm and lofi psych-pop and garage-indie collision. Faux Plums debut album ‘In Tongues’ was released on Nov 1st, 2019, and showcases all styles of the band. Their name is simply taken from a bowl of fake fruit that Codere found in flower shop. ... more
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