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Weasels
03:32
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Strangers, our friends and neighbors
Simple truths, arrangements, our jobs
Exchanged for monetary favors
To pay off the family we rob
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
Shadows and suspicion walking upright
Jealous of reflection
Deranged in the flickering city night
All worried for some reason
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
Hey did you see, hey did you see the better part of me?
Hey did you see, hey did you see the better part of me?
Hungry, laughable, distraught
Out for a bruising
How much distraction can be bought
For the right of refusing
We're weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
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Dogs
03:13
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Dogs, Dogs. Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those dogs
Marking decades
And the years in between
Old trees and their shade
Youngsters grown and gone
June was for painting over all that winter made
Every dog marks a decade
I was 39 at 6
September was for sleeping
Emotions mixed
Like a circle around the fire
Hours drag, and the minutes tick
I was 39 at 6
Dogs, Dogs. Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those dogs
Marking decades
And the years in between
Dry creek on the cracked Earth
Like a trench on the front lines
Calling for water, a dead glacier's birth
Every dog marks a decade
I was 39 at 1
He slept at my feet with a reason
Knew what present meant
Like the pattern of the season
I was 39 at 1
Dogs, Dogs. Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
All my decades with those dogs
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The Captain
01:57
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The Captain is big, but not shatterproof
Hammers on glass speak their own truth
The Captain is shook, but not by the wind
A mower can choke on the grass that it trims
And we're on the verge
We're on the verge
Of a new rising sun
But the voices carry the weight on their tongues
The Captain is sick, but won't lie down
Crowds have dispersed, but the danger hangs around
The Captain is completely untied
Blurring the line of who's on what side
And we're on the verge
We're on the verge
Of a new rising sun
But the voices carry the weight on their tongues
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Rabbits
03:27
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Strangers, our friends and neighbors
Simple truths, arrangements, our jobs
Exchanged for monetary favors
To pay off the family we rob
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
Shadows and suspicion walking upright
Jealous of reflection
Deranged in the flickering city night
All worried for some reason
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
Hey did you see, hey did you see the better part of me?
Hey did you see, hey did you see the better part of me?
Hungry, laughable, distraught
Out for a bruising
How much distraction can be bought
For the right of refusing
We're weasels and rabbits at our core
Weasels and rabbits at our core
Oh yeah, hooray
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SOLOHAWK Denver, Colorado
SOLOHAWK is an Indie-Folk duo consisting of Steve Faceman & Til Willis.
Seeking refuge from their respective
Rock bands, Faceman and Willis tour as an acoustically. A refreshingly stripped down adventure that both singer/songwriters enjoy, as it allows the camaraderie and personality of the songs to shine.
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