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Hearing all about
How we’re swinging in full bloom
It’s the best thing we can do
Do you wanna dance?
Step in step we move
Spinning records in your room
Holding on real tight
To every breath we drew
Painted with your silhouette
I can’t bear the thought
Of ever losing you
Singing "Tintin in Tibet"
When I Was A Child,
Pale Horses, Cardinal,
and The Bearer of Bad News
Everything we love
All wax and digital
Connecting me and you
Holding on real tight
To every breath we drew
Painted with your silhouette
I can’t bear the thought
Of ever losing you
Singing "Tintin in Tibet"
Holding on real tight
To every breath we drew
Painted with your silhouette
I can’t bear the thought
Of ever losing you
Singing "Tintin in Tibet"
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2. |
Master's Degree
02:50
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Try to put me into your little boxes
On the hillside
Please don’t picture me in the perfect family
It hurts my insides
I don’t want to be the smart one anymore
Just to act right
I don’t want to be the good one anymore
Just to act nice
Maybe I’ll wait for my master’s degree
I hope that’s alright
Maybe I'll study some form of psychology
To fix my own mind
I don’t want to be the smart one anymore
Just to act right
I don’t want to be the good one anymore
Just to act nice
I don’t want to be the smart one anymore
Just to act right
I don’t want to be the good one anymore
Just to act nice
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3. |
Concussion Pt. 2
02:21
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Hit my head, another fucking time today
And I’m so full of regret
I really miss
All the things we used to do
Another month in the dark I bet
I can’t do another day in my bed
I think I’ll go insane
Someone please give me a hand
Pull me out of the drain
Drain
Drain
Drain
So it goes, spinning out of my control
There’s nothing I can do
Except maybe wear a helmet
Anything to get me through
Concussion number two
I can’t do another day in my bed
I think I’ll go insane
Someone please give me a hand
Pull me out of the drain
Drain
Drain
Drain
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There’s a silence growing
Between the bed sheets of our love
Of our love, of our love
I’ll keep grasping loose ends
They are frayed, I’ll tie them up
Tie them up, tie them up
Love, I feel like I’m a prisoner
To a faith I hardly half-believe
There is so much shit that I’ve held onto
Could I know, Lord, have I been deceived?
Have I been deceived?
Have I been deceived?
You say sit with questions
Hold them open in your hands
In your hands, in your hands
But I'm tired and ruined
A burdened goat, no promised land
Love, I feel like I’m a prisoner
To a faith I hardly half-believe
There is so much shit that I’ve held onto
Could I know, Lord, have I been deceived?
Have I been deceived?
Have I been deceived?
Have I been deceived?
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Romantic At Heart
03:01
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It’s hard to write a song
When things are going good in this life
This life that is so long
Healthy for now, I hope I’m right
So I’m holding on tight
I don’t want to let you go tonight
So I’m holding on tight
I don’t want to let you go tonight
Romantic at heart
I think I want more than just this compartmentalizing
My heart
I think I want more than just this part
So I’m holding on tight
I don’t want to let you go tonight
So I’m holding on tight
I don’t want to let you go tonight
Don’t want to do you wrong
Don’t want to do you wrong
Don’t want to do you wrong
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6. |
What Are You Waiting For
03:47
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We both know where this is going, pretty sure
Nothing needs to be different
I’m just falling more and more
Please just ask me the question,
let’s move forward
If timing isn’t the issue,
Then why don’t you tell me
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for, baby?
Held me at my darkest, through the storm
Though I’m often disastrous
I can feel you more and more
I know that a few years isn’t much
But I know this love that I’m feeling
Will never fall out of touch
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for, baby?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for, baby?
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Basement Revolver Hamilton, Ontario
After a year of personal and global upheaval, rising indie stars Basement Revolver return with an album that is open,
expansive, and deeply personal.
Chrisy Hurn-Morrison (she/they) - vocals, guitar
Nim Agalawatte (they/them) – bass, guitar, synth
Jonathon Malström (he/him) – guitar, piano, percussion
Levi Kertesz (he/him) – drums, percussion
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