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The Sounds
02:34
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Bathed in light all the shadows left behind
Swathed in warmth, by the fire mantle
Lulled in tight, by the proverbs shining bright
Behold, the truth lays in quiet absolutes
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Pasquo
03:28
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Beneath the surface the copper glows
All my fortune, your weight in gold
Take me to Pasquo, down dirt roads
Paved in hot sweat, in the days of old
Maybe I'm old fashioned, maybe I'm bold
A part of the hardware, a cog in the mold
Maybe off somewhere parading shoals
I can't remember a time I was sore
Straighten my arrow, brace my line
Down through the cedars to fields of rye
take me to Pasquo by my feral foal
bury me there like your kin before
Maybe I'm old fashioned, maybe I'm bold
A part of the hardware a cog in the mold
Maybe off somewhere parading shoals
I can't remember a time I was sore.
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Echoes
05:24
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Before my footsteps hit the ground
I hear the echoes all surround
huddled masses all around
Once my shadows, now my fellow sounds
I believe in something we can't see
From moors to monuments, I take my leave
I want to know, what made me so
This reckless abandon in me
Hark the chime, and bide my time
So I can go wholeheartedly
Repeating endlessly
I watch my chest go up and down
The air is stale and ever foul
Relief and strength brought me round
Ramble on until I see what I have found
I believe in something we can't see
From moors to monuments, I take my leave
I want to know, what made me so
This reckless abandon in me
Hark the chime, and bide my time
So I can go wholeheartedly
Repeating endlessly
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Willow
04:17
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Willow, will you fall to your knees?
A fellowship that you could never bring
A villain, from the cold dark night
Fallow from the excess of light
Willow you don't have to say goodbye
Willow they are looking for a fight
Willow you could stay by my side
Willow
Rise up like a golden sun
Like father would rise his son
Wild flowers basking in the light
While the moon fixes itself in the sky
Willow I can see it in your face
Heartbreak that you don't know how to place
Follow me into the cold dark woods
A shrine there for you to place all your woe
Willow you don't have to say goodbye
Willow they are looking for a fight
Willow you could stay by my side
Willow
Rise up like a golden sun
Like father would rise his son
Wild flowers basking in the light
While the moon fixes itself in the sky
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The Man Who Was Nashville, Tennessee
The Man Who Was, is an Indie Folk/Post-Rock project from multi- instrumentalist, Peter McIntyre.
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