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Two Times A Charm
03:30
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Two times a charm
But still swimming
Against the run play
But in this house
So much light
It will not crumble or vanish
Into dust
Cuz it’s two times a charm
Just stand where you are
Where I can see you
My little idea
Lighter than the moon
When crystal clear
My spirit sings with every ting
Of muscle and aching back
But hand me my fill
Just a calendar of obligation
And I will run away with
To the basement den with it
Cuz it’s two times a charm
Just stand where you are
Where I can see you
My little idea
Just stand where you are
My little idea
And now that I’ve got you in my sightlines
So many questions to pose
Are you here now
Or are you going back underground
Just passing through
On your way
Cuz it’s two times a charm
Just stand where you are
Where I can see you
My little idea
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2. |
And I Wonder
04:14
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I remember summer
Days under the awning
Crushing little rocks
With bigger rounds ones
Sometimes I would miss them
And crush my little finger
Bulging to the size of a grape
Never stopped me trying
To crush as many little pebbles
As I could lay my hands on
Into dust and powder
To rub across the parchment paper
And I wonder
If this restless mind will yield
To all the beauty
That surrounds me
And I wonder how time just stops on a dime
With your arms around me
Simple as the crow flies
They say about two love birds
But if flying was this easy
For everyone around us
We would all just hover together
Above the urge to destroy
But 40 hour work week
Has got to get old sometimes
And I wonder
If this restless mind will yield
To all the beauty
That surrounds me
And I wonder how time just stops on a dime
With your arms around me
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3. |
Bridge Back To Me
02:48
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Lately I’ve been wondering where you are
Lately I’ve been wondering where the time goes
Lately I’m a seer with a lisp
Telling all my friends about how they missed
The colors of their youth
From hollowed ground in one fell swoop
No man is a mountain
No rock face too steep
No river is too deep
To take the bridge back to me
To take the bridge back to me
Last night I peered through the clouds
Pulling oof the layers that kept me blind
To who you really
Languid and calm
But oh so strong
No man is a mountain
No rock face too steep
No river is too deep
To take the bridge back to me
To take the bridge back to me
So take the bridge back to me
Take the bridge back to me
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4. |
Levitate
05:26
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In the shape
Of a porcelain vase
Thin convex lines
And a golden rim
We placed our love
Inside the vase
And left it to blossom
In the humid air
For all to see
Why it means so much to me
Oh think of our shape
As we levitate
A hot air balloon
And a promise made
Simple to cast
All our yearning
Down into a ball
Of string
Honestly to see
Who plays which character
But in the vase our love remains
For all to see
Why it means so much to me
Oh think of our shape
As we levitate
A hot air balloon
And a promise made
Oh think of our shape
Floating over the maze
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5. |
Family Lines
02:41
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You could not just stand there one more second
Phone erupting with a sirens call all night
Mother unsure what direction is straight anymore
Only hyperbole and disdain anymore
Family lines we cannot let go off
Home is now a construct to invent
Family lines we cannot let go
Home is now a construct
Flying car lost somewhere in the bush
Authorities still left scrambling for a trace of evidence
So much more for all those years of torment
What else to do but face up to the facts now
Family lines
We cannot let go of
Home is now a construct to invent
Family lines
We cannot let go of
Home is now a construct
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6. |
Trust
02:34
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I put my trust
In the washing today
Out on the line
I’ll save a dime if I may be so bold
Emphasize the self-belief
And of course it won’t rain
See the sky now turn to grey
Nothing measured nothing gained
But it’s still human nature to try
I was not a superstitious person
All of my life I saw it as a nervous excuse
But since the rain came and washed my clothes away
I’ve kept a strict routine
See the sky now turn to grey
Nothing measured nothing gained
But it’s still human nature to try
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7. |
Mirage
03:37
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Ask not what the meaning is
Prob too deep and there is irony
Like the pupil of a goats eye leaves one wondering
But we’re still swimming in the wanderlust
Mirage
It’s a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Mirage
It’s a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Catch a glimpse of the wanderlust
From the subway air so dank it makes you sweat
While a young boy prances with an orange ball
It’s essentially an imaginable
Mirage
It’s a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Mirage
It’s a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
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8. |
When You're Blue
04:05
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Evidently I like to stare at the sky
A little too fond of keeping words to myself
Struggling to say what I mean
Consonants swallowed up by the vowels
When you’re blue
Come and tell me
When you’re blue
Come and tell me
Where the water runs dry
Where the water-bearer goes to get his fill
Wisk me up and show me your beauty
Cover me in blankets of your love
Hold me now in confidence and love is just your instrument
Under this star cast canopy
When you’re blue
Come and tell me
When you’re blue
Come and tell me
Where the water runs dry
Where the water bearer-goes
To get his fill
To get his fill
To get his fill
To get his fill
To get his fill
To get his fill
To get his fill
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Alex Nicol Montreal, Québec
Alex Nicol is a singer-songwriter based in Montreal.
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