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Summer Song
04:01
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my wings are waiting in this cocoon
this caterpillar sure can't wait ‘til June
hanging with you by the red checkered table cloths
we're paper lanterns you illuminate my thoughts
we survived hibernation waiting for the sun to arrive
photosynthetic animation made the pictures come alive
come and join in our summer song
you've been being seeds to long
it's so boring snoring under ground
when summer's singing all around
all around, all around, all around
autumn left the tree tops shriveled and bare
their naked branches howl in the air
leafless and freezing they seem to say
I'll get my leaves back in April or May
sing summer, sing your song
sing it loud and sing it strong
everybody is singing along
so sing it summer all summer long
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Flying Kites
03:43
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we come from a place where in never rains
and the water tastes like vitamins
ancestor spirits wax and wane
and the sky erupts with all our sins
we breathed through the desert for a thousand miles
the sun distilled your sweat to salt
this stone breeds fiery animals
who know their trials aren’t their fault
my thirst sits deep inside my throat
but all they have is alcohol
when we die we know our bodies will float
in a canyon ten thousand years tall
we’re an army
we’re the flying kites
we’re the restless souls
we’re the sleepless nights
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3. |
Painting the Roses Red
03:16
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my electric attitude will shock you
don’t use it in the bath
and once the currents caught you
there’ll be no turning back
I’m painting the roses red
I’m getting better at forgetting all the things that you said
I’m painting the roses red
or else the queen is going to be off with my head
I’m painting the roses red
wake me up from this flower bed
I’m painting the roses red
or else the queen is going to be off with my head
I’m ready to try it on my own now
I want to see how freedom feels
I’m ready to try it on my own now
take off my training wheels
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oak doors
and hardwood floors
we think they’re made of trees
ignores
someone’s weekly chores
we hope that no one sees
panic
up in the attic
there is a nest of bees
static
can’t understand it
nothing’s on all the TVs
I’ve tried
day and night
to make this radio speak
inside
they’re terrified
it’s been a crazy week
expired
her love is tired
don’t know how tough we are
ocean
of emotion
pretend its just a car
this is why i decided to wake up
this is why...
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Family Night Portland, Oregon
Brother & sister, Cornelius & Consuela were born into the hustle and bustle of 90's New York City. They grew up in Oregon's
Willamette Valley hating and loving each other for their similarities & differences. Weeks before Cornelius left for college the voices woven into their DNA collided and harmonies gushed forth like a broken water main.
Any resistance is hopeless. There's no going back now.
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