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Bruter's Box
02:43
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Wispy as any stache I try to grow
Floating on a wind looking for a home
Bruter's box catching dust
It's not a lot, it's a film of layered rock
I'm up when the suns back over home
Dusty rays that glitter precious stone
Ideal cut
Curdled dreams for angels in the arch
Stars are tied
Island hopping ancient aegean sea
Hidden tombs and vibrant tapestry
Back in time stuck inside
Ordered lines
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Door
02:27
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Oh trying not to tread on ground I've
been before
No not every path leads to your door
Fly into the mind's eye
Time building roads that go between
A dream real and then back to a dream
We all feel the days fly
Don't lose faith in having faith there might be a plan
When we fall together we don't fall apart
I think that's what you were saying from the very start
Oh have you ever heard it like this before?
Oh I really hope you want some more
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The Catch
03:26
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Does it feel as good?
That's what the dream song said
Silly dancing by a radio
And I wasn't sure
So I woke up and I wrote this down absence fresh again
It's such a high wrapped up in so many things catching her eyes
Are your memories as good?
Tend to colour everything in my head
Wouldn't know it unless you hear my songs
That is where I'm pure
Even when I'm down fingers press and mend
There is no high and I've seen a lot of things like catching those eyes
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4. |
The Right Letters
02:18
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Little life leaflet fall
Touch the ground emerald green
That is all
The light comes down meets the trees
So what else do you need
Nothing will feel better
And suddenly you take a hit
Never getting used to it
And maybe that's better
Full moon night sparkling ball
All around floating glow
That is all
Wind carried in the trees
Sowing other seeds
Looks like I better
Find the right letters
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5. |
Wash Away
03:19
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You live life at a louder volume
Or at least louder than me
I don't think it's dumb I like it on you a
lot
Your gravity pulling in someone else as I
write this one
I was that someone once
I had made a losing hand no matter which way I played it
Trying to avoid the loneliness approaching
And it seems your marks won't wash away
Bright beauty have it doubled through my eyes
Shouting at myself in the car after our walks
Don't want to need you making sense of desire and
how it transpired
Oh green and blue and pinkish hue
You knew I wasn't for you
Alone and dumb old heights will it ever stop
Haven't had a high oh so sweet since
but I have before
And that's just the tip of the sword
Always your presence seems to find a way
Spinning mixed into my open mind
I had my home didn't want to walk away
Think I see you in the corner of my eye
This song is about you
It's not what I choose
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Cameo
02:22
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Rolling through the stream spot spirit said
Stone thrower what rock do I give you to move along?
There's a memory in my head for all the places I've left
Stirred up in my dreams ghost lovers hiding real hearts all along
It's a vitamin to me, soft and sweet
Sometimes it's all I need and they always stick around
Ordinary things, try to write about
Ideas have their wings but you gotta dry them out
Gem carver where did you get this from?
I could hardly breathe, lost my feet
I'll keep it close to me, what is it about?
That I still wanted out, done my way
Every chance I get, wonder how
I don't wanna turn away from it
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7. |
Still
02:19
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There is no sticking around in still life
even when it feels right
You blink twice and now it's a new night
Warmth inside a home
Takes away the starry dome
Stars in shade most of our life
an easy trade yet miss those nights
Musicians on live playing anything you want
Singing reverbed and loud
My bitterness says
well
Try out this one
There is no fruit in the still life
Golden age with bad sight
You blink twice now it's a new night
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8. |
Electric Air
03:41
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Feel most awake in morning fog
The loving heart searching songs
Another ring in my log
It doesn't feel like its been as long
It's good to hear the birds again
Subtle cloud
A whisper of a wind in a sky that's proud
So I try my best to breath it in
Electric air
Oh is that an ocean in your palm?
Naive eyes can see no wrong
Can I put it in a song?
The feeling's short the work is long
Nature has chosen this tone
Seen through clouds
There is no gnostic throne if our spirit's loud
So I try my best to breath it in
Electric air
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Bjorn Bols Waterloo, Ontario
Bjorn is a guitarist and songwriter from Waterloo Ontario Canada. Making music with guitar, found sounds and misc instruments.
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