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Lotus
02:50
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Hey little lotus
Holdin up well,
Seems too many stars spit shapes above you,
Is it your steam that makes your ship go stearin’ in different ways,
How long are you here before you set off alone,
How long are you here before you set off alone,
Hey little singer,
Dance to the moon,
Seems the Milky Way spits shapes above you,
Is it your dreams that sent you here before you were ever born,
How far will you go before you can call it home,
How far will you go before you can call it home,
Your halo is golden,
Apparently his grace was written on his face cause it’s fantasy,
And it’s where he sleeps,
You ate bodhi leaves,
And I know,
I’m prayin’ down on all my knees,
Hey little Lotus,
You holdin’ up well,
Seems too many stars spit shapes above you,
Is it your steam the makes your ship go stearin’ in different ways
How long will you go before you set off alone,
How far will you go before you can call it home
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Mary Dream
03:50
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There’s a bead on the string
Old apartment keys ring,
And I see your hair floating along the hillside a way out there,
Hold your face in my hands,
Pulled a hair out your mouth,
And I tickled your sides,
Kissed your eyes,
And promised you the world,
And oh Mary Dream,
You are my queen you’re the queen of the night
and oh Mary Dream you are my queen you’re the queen of the night,
Got in trouble again,
Picked you right up at ten,
And I apologize for all your cries and the hurt that I caused you today,
Rose thorns tearing my flesh,
Ink birds silhouette crests,
And I try to feel the light but I prefer the night on that Dallas sea spray,
And oh Mary Dream,
You are my queen you’re the queen of the night
and oh Mary Dream you are my queen
queen of the night,
queen of the night,
queen of the queens in this dark
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3. |
Got the Pace
05:20
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They got the pace man,
You wanna race them,
They wanna talk shit and walk by with beers,
Cut up my hands and,
Smear blood on pages,
I’ve got the rage and the darkness to boot,
Hey smooth face,
Our halo’s not fittin’ very well,
Based on the marks that you left on me,
It’s not fitting well,
Based on the sharks that you sent for me,
I’m under your spell
Under your spell,
I built a garden,
Invited insects,
Now I’m cleaning out the holes in the leaves,
You call me honey,
With wine in the bath tub,
Whose gonna clean up the blood in the sheets,
Hey smooth face,
Our halo’s not fitting very well,
Based on the marks that you left on me,
It’s not fitting well,
Based on the sharks that you sent for me I’m under your spell,
Under your spell,
Suicides not always the quickest of death,
It’s a slow burn deep in your chest,
Someone is holding your hand again,
Coffee shop therapy incense and dark,
Try drinking wine with a hole in your mouth,
They got the pace man,
You wanna race them,
They wanna talk shit and walk by with beers,
Cut up my hands and,
Smear blood on pages,
I’ve got the rage and the darkness to boot,
Hey smooth face,
Our halo’s not fit tin’ very well,
Based on the marks that you left on me,
It’s not fitting well,
Based on the sharks that you sent for me,
I’m under your spell
Under your spell
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Sail Cassady Victoria, British Columbia
Sail Cassady came alive while reading ‘on the road’ by Jack Kerouac in 2012. The adventure, art and imagery held within the
parameters of a single book birthed the idea that the same concept could be experienced within a song or a band.
signed to Surkeus Records 2021.
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