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Window
02:49
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All I need is a window
So I can let out these things
So I can see what life brings
Maybe I misspoke
I'll be new to this life
is confidence still mine?
with the people that I know
And I can feel when it's soon
Crystallizing a tune
And I'm more than often told im in the clouds
Won't you open your window
This light is not mine
Does a hug say it's fine?
Cause maybe I misspoke
So I wrote down a tune
under afternoon moon
I crawl out the window and greet the clouds
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Comfort Clouds
02:28
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I wanna write a comfy song
to float around pillow fluff and wade through
You don't care what the day's gonna do
Usually at home with a sincere tone
Mistress sarcasm wants to tag along
How many dreams really come true
The Sun through the shades sleeping cat
the comfort that permeates my tippled half
And I can't believe how much it's on my mind
pain, relief don't want to make a shrine
to driving along the coast in a car
she's asleep on my arm
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Ocean Face
03:14
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Ocean face, mist form past know pacific grace
I can never stay, thoughts remain while you roar and spray
blue sparks fly, droplets blown over rocks and then divide
Melt into warm sky, all I own in this moment are my eyes
Ocean face, no I can't memorize each day
but in these months I feel each sea change it drains my brain
Sea birds cry, lights caught in water strands splash my eyes
Melt into warm sky, I am one to think about past lives
When I slow down, I wonder what I mean when I say Ocean face
Are things the same when I see you again?
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How do you go about your day?
Harder than I thought it was to throw these thoughts away
are they all I've got to say on each page?
I practice things repetition bores its way
So I think I need something to new to float around
And I'm about to sing without words
ba ba ba da buh
Is that the step to take to make you go away?
And I'm about to sing without words
ba ba ba da buh
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6. |
Made a Krater
02:42
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See through my ruse, my muse, my muse
In between the music, you delight in seeing humans
I never want to lose my muse, my muse the light I'll never waste it
And I hope I'm a cloud, rained out, white in the light
And fingerpicked guitars, like sparkling stars
the ancient image, constellation sounds
You know I'm never lewd, my muse, my muse
But in between the humans, they bring out specific music
You always hear the truth, my muse, the truth sounded out in people's music
Black becoming blue, oh in my world with nothing in it
See through my ruse, my muse, my muse
In between the music, you delight in seeing humans
I never want to lose my muse, my muse the light I'll never waste it
And I hope I'm a cloud, rained out, white in the light
And fingerpicked guitars, like sparkling stars
the ancient image, seen but never found
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White Colour Reply
02:41
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Oh it doesn't feel like much time at all
I'm back in familiar, fateless fall
I don't wanna lie
I think I like life
a little out of line
oh is that even a reason why?
At least my instincts are growing
Concerned about showing
Always keeping at a distance in mind and song
You don't know what's wrong
But I feel you belong
Oh it doesn't feel like much time at all
I'm back in familiar, fateless fall
I don't wanna lie
I think I like life
A little out of line
Oh is that even a reason why?
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Beached
03:22
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Daydreaming of a southern bay
Hearts singing with new delay
oh how dreams grip life
under the moon at the end of the day
voiced image homage to your eyes
And it's easy train of thought but I try to put it away
Fresh fruit am I just a little fly
That's how I compared our lives
she's just a dream that I have
Hearing your name that's a kiss I missed, so I try to put it away
daydreaming of a far off day
I don't know what I'll say
She's just a dream I had
But this is us in a new place
It's easy but foolish love so I'll try to put it away
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Jungle Swallows
02:25
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In dreams the ones I remember
places made of familiar
landscapes talk to me softly
inform my creative seasons
I am sleepless exhausted
seen beauty gives me a reason
she seemed to fit with the season
that's the cause what was the reason
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Come Down
03:34
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I stick my hand out in the rain I still don't want to go out
I throw my mind back to the east
don't want to be pulled back sudden sound hear my heart sing
Look at her come down from another room and I get caught in her sway
Maybe I should calm down balance beam do I have the strength today?
foggy moss I'm in the woods
Finding mushrooms on a log
don't want to be pulled back sudden sound hear my heart sing
in my mind she comes around harbour blues I get lost in summer days
It's not a sight or sound it's a severed soul I pushed away
We were under a new set of stars with the black waves shining
look at her come down from another room and I end up lost in her sway
I still miss her sounds loving face will it just fade away
Now that we've made it this far
there's a new wind blowing
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Gems in Eyes
02:21
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Things moving around entwined
foolish times with my mind
in dusk revealed some pretty sights
When it's bright
hard discerning between natural light
gems in eyes
it's not supposed to be a prize
Beams of light I'm missing out
Eyes shout
I can't help but write about
maybe sing aloud
It's not supposed to be a fight
comes out when I write
Seems this love will never die
Gems in eyes
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12. |
The Whole Dream
03:36
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I'm talking to me, I'm talking to you
laconic ways know this song says
nothing, stay home make a route to this dream
Dissapointment finds even cynic moods so
I'll be the best part the best poet think about being good
Don't lie to me don't lie to you that there isn't something
to think about what you're caught between
But I heard darkness and discomfort call, don't try
But I heard darkness and discomfort call, that's life
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Voyage to the Same Spot
03:03
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Pleasant Thoughts
02:46
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Grown from the vine, seems the only thing we own are in our minds
It's like a mine, and it seems like you got lost in mine
And I move through these songs thinking I am right
With this knack that's by my side all my life, am I right?
When you park yourself by the window
Wouldn't it be nice if that position's likewise?
And I couldn't do it without you or my friends
To attract those ears do I just try and fit in? Is that a sin?
And you fear that we're all gonna pay
But I believe that it'll be okay
When I'm writing songs it can feel alright
It's what I like
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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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