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Hell, Holly, and I
02:38
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You say the word- I'll come to you at night. Till it feels right. Take what you can; drink like Miss Hannigan. We'll build a home, deep in the bluemoonsand. You stand on the banister and look out over the bay. Forty in hand, take another chance at wasting the day ... and wait for the night.
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George Banks
03:28
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HaHaHa I told her I could pay the rent if my bank account wasn't spent. So I took her in and she took me in- now my bank account is spent.
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Fishing for Matches
03:24
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I passed a file, I passed a pick. I passed a note- the bar's too thick. She picked the lock and pried the latch. She poured the wine and lit the match. Maybe if my mind was numb I'd think enough to pour another drink. She found my box lost at sea; she opened it without a key. (I wasn't looking for it, it just fell in my lap. If I had known what it was, I would've thrown it back.) My boys and me, we sailed to sea. We drank white rum and we drank whiskey. I asked my girl to marry me, and “no” is what she said. I know I'll never be the one. And so I'll raise my glass to you: the girl who got away.
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How to Sit Tight
02:37
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My muscles get nervous under my skin, and my chest is tight like these walls are thin. But sleeping's never easy and the nights are long. The river's overflowing and the roads are gone. My skin is cracked and my fingers are sore. I bit my tongue until it bled across the kitchen floor. But winter's never easy and the nights are long. The river's overflowing and the roads are gone. Maybe we'll leave the city- hide in the hills where the land is empty. Find a place where our legs can stretch. We won't dream and we'll finally forget. This is why I'll never live alone.
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Six Point Two Percent
01:50
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Walked for hours around your make-up, couldn't find a thing that was worth wakin' 'er up. Talked alotta shit workin' nights in the city, and she oughta see the likes of them. Wouldn't it be nice if we lived on the beach with a cat and a boat and no place to think too much. (Called in sick to work again. Caught up with an old friend. Catch a bus to who-knows-where.) And every time I hear your name too much think about those PBRs, she's a tall boy. (Took a trail down to the tracks. Didn't look forward just looked back. I should've stepped right on that crack.) Thought to buy a pack or two. Smoked the chain the whole night through. But I could not come up with anything.
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Council of Lions Bellingham, Washington
Davy/Jenn/Claire, B'ham, 2009-2010.
Council of Lions recommends:
split w/ Pretty Old
by Salt Flat
Jenn's band post-Council of Lions
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Stay Holy
by The Webs/The Creakies
Bellingham/Seattle cassette label run by Sam & Jenn
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