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Heïma
04:35
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This is not a perfect place,
but it's my house, in my world, in the snow.
It's where nothing will get between me and my art.
It's where children will dance along the winter tunes.
Oh.
La-la-la-la - call a dream
La-la-la-la - the fireplace
This is not a perfect place,
but it's my house, in my world
This is not a perfect place
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Some Beautiful
03:35
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Give me something beautiful,
something I can believe in
something I belong to.
I wish your eyes didn't lie yet
and forever ago
I'm no longer doubtfull
as long as you stand by my side.
I don't mind about your occupations
that takes you away from us
I just want to feel that
when you're gone i'm still on your mind
Give me something beautiful,
something I can believe in
something I belong to
I can hardly guess you thoughts
puzzled out for us
what if I stop calling
ain't that strong to you.
In fact it never been wholesome
I realize that hearafter
I think you're just not ready,
to catch and preserve you're hapiness.
Learn to give some beautiful,
something you can believe in
something you belong to
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Out at sea
04:23
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I send my dreams on a sinker
in the deep blue
I sink my love in double scotch
I live my life by the porthole,
of the sailboat,
fading but we are almost there
I'm still with you in my lonelyness
fading dreams and world maps you are
and you are a feather
and I am a sailor
we are homesick out to the sea
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Love.
03:27
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Love won't wait,
Love won't wait
The sun will shine,
Love won't wait
Love won't wait
Love won't wait (NO)
Love won't wait
(look up -Love yerself)
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Twelve monsters hide in your wardrobe every night
They change appearence to imitate the things you used to love
Friends pretend that their is no such thing, but you trust your eyes.
And saw a ten feet nightingale
You knew the fear of not knowing yer own bed
Far at the end of the road (...)
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Submarine
01:47
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Just share a moment.
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Grand Voyageur
03:43
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I don't always know where my thougts are going to but I know they don't belong around in the concrete jungle, in the spring they dance along the river. In the snow they're howling in the cold.
On sunday mornings I'm creeping to the light,
I've been for a walk on the river side.
I stomp my feet and echoe in the trees,
I feel so rarely this lightweight,
no city has this soul.
I don't always know where my thougts are going to but I know they don't belong around in the concrete jungle, in the spring they dance along the river. In the snow they're howling in the cold.
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Bare Skin
04:11
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Naked runners in the forest
They’re not running away
They live here, in their bare skin
Born on the fringe of town
They run just for fun
Pretending nothing, going nowhere.
When winter has come
They light fire near their tepee
When it feels cold
They stick to each other
Oh. Oh.
The forest is a haven of peace
You’ve got nothing to kill or lie for
When everyone’s in their bare skin.
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Memories
03:50
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Memories of winter are passing me by,
all I need these days; the snow and the sleep,
as my house is submerged by boiling rain
and I do nothing, nothing at all.
My youth is big and blue-green,
yer eyes were a fire.
Now all I have is summer,
I'm bare feet outside.
As my house is submerged by pouring rain
and I do nothing, nothing at all
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Fire/Works Montréal, Québec
The universe of Montrealers Jonathan Peters and David Lagacé is a profound one, thick and aspiring, where day and night
coexist. A musical world made of ethereal vocal harmonies and rich instrumentation, where melodies speak and words sing. Impulsive, pure and authentic.
A work of art that confirms a sincere endeavor, tempestuous and inhabited by a folk that burns to the core.
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