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Quiet Cannons
02:52
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When I met you I was afraid of you
As the ships fell right off the ledge
There were love swarms, I was afraid of them
And the phones don't ring anymore
Quiet cannons shoot me in secret
Wild canyons smeared in the palm of your hand
Quiet cannons lay my body down
Where I belong
In the sweat shop down in the boiler room
There's a switchboard calibrating
Will you hold me out in the wilderness
Where the phones don't ring anymore?
Quiet cannons shoot me in secret
Wild canyons smeared in the palm of your hand
Quiet cannons lay my body down
Where I belong
Quiet cannons shoot me in secret
Wild canyons smeared with a lock of her hair
Quiet cannons lay my body down
Where I belong
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I could sweat my way right through my past
If I know I would last
I could be that all my love is gone
But all my money's gone
I'm a fur trader
All I do is beg
I get lost when everybody's found
In dislocated towns
Karma's got her legs around my waist
What a waste
I know every fader
Paid my dues in these towns
I'm a fur trader
All I do is beg
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Bedouin
03:12
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In Midwests I remember pockets full of rust
You came from Cairo riding clouds of dirt and dust
Over St. Johns sideways
You belong
In the desert hideaways
You belong
You're not family, Bedouin
A photograph attacks me from a shattered south
My savior complex, you stuff rabbits in my mouth
Through this ragged sea change
You'll belong
It's this jagged sea change
You belong
You're now family, Bedouin
Over St. Johns sideways
You belong
In the desert hideaways
You belong
You're not family, Bedouin
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Like tigers in love with the world they could build it's a hell
We're in hell now, believe it or not
Tectonically speaking she's helping re-solder my palms to the turnstiles
Believe it or not
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
Like spiders in spite of the swarms and the hordes inside hell
We're in hell now, believe it or not
Tarquinically speaking she's helping me reign from the rafters of Veii
Believe it or not
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
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Neanderthals
05:09
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Caveman says
What the hell?
Supermarket
Still there's death?
Faders fly first class
They have meals up there?
There's food in the air
Still there's death?
Someone will change it
Someone will change it
Pontius Pilate knew
And God, she also knew
There's food at your feast
Still there's death?
Maybe she'll change it
Maybe she'll change it
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It's '44
I'm full of war
And bored in Waikiki
Loiterin'
My dorsal fin
Is out for blood again
Oh, the shape of her
Oh, Great Processor
I'm still processing your alcohol
There's blood on the beach
Picture me
Pixelated like the sea
Starting a family, no idea why
Blood-red booze
My mainland blues
I'm drunk on diamond head
Kiss my fist
Whose dream is this
On the shores of Lanikai?
Oh, the face on her
Oh, Great Numberer
I'm still countin' on some miracle
There's blood on the beach
Picture me
Pixelated like the sea
Starting a family, no idea why
Asleep on the beach
She picked me
It's pixelated but I think I see
Starting a family, I'm not telling why
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Plain Sight
03:24
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I was a world away
Caught in the whirl away
Wrap me in cellophane
I'm counting on you
This is a tidal wave
Everyone's wide awake
Fill us with ecstasy
We're counting on you
We were just soft believers
Biting with new light
Now we're just old believers
Hiding in plain sight
If this is meaningless
This baffling ocean mist
Run me through hell again
I'm counting on you
We were just soft believers
Biting with new light
Now we're such old believers
Hiding in plain sight
All I could need forever is hiding in plain sight
(All I could need)
All I could need forever is hiding in plain sight
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On a Spit
03:21
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Cat got your tongue
An island takes its dead back into sea
Sea to sea
The paradox of knowing what she needs
To breathe
Is me
On a spit in orbit around your fire
On a spit in orbit around your fire
Can't catch your breath
The mountains move their dead back down to base
Face to face
The meaningless is meaning more to me
Can you believe?
Cat got your tongue
The time it takes to lose you to the trees
Shore to shore
The paradigm of knowing that you might
Lead me
To light
On a spit in orbit around your fire
On a spit in orbit around your fire
On a spit in orbit around your fire
On a spit in orbit around your fire
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Fur Trader Los Angeles, California
Fur Trader is the project of LA songwriter Andrew Pelletier. Born and raised in Illinois, Fur Trader songs blend 60s folk pop with the 90s melodic complexities of Elliot Smith, and nods to the baroque folk of Sufjan Stevens. Andrew has released a number of EPs as Fur Trader and works closely with producer/engineer Beau Sorenson (Bob Mould, Sparklehorse, tUnE-yArDs) ... more
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