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The Boatman - EP

by Wednesday's Wolves

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Intro 01:21
2.
Silver For The Boatman Bought into the tellings Mortal and coiled it all Stopping and still ain’t the same As stopping and stalled And still and still staring is Different from standing eyes closed Watching and waiting Open and sitting exposed Books in book jackets In boxes hid under a bed Bought them for barricades All building blocks in your head And finding a comfort As real as the warmth of the sun And holding together You’re spinning, and spinning and spun Come my love you’re are Shining and shivering soul Your edges are fraying But that doesn’t mean you’re not whole And sliding and slipping back down Doesn’t mean you can’t climb That silver you kept for the Boat man’s Not needed this time
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Keep Me Cold 03:20
Keep Me Cold Shudder in my skin Your hands are cold I see you from within The place I never sold Your abstract eyes they stare They look right through Like I’m not even there There is no me Only you And you keep me cold And I’ve never felt older then when I Was left behind in your arms You wandered off today Sitting by the phone A smile on your face You left me all alone The Wilde on the shelf Collecting dust The voice that spun those tales Lost to me Left to rust And you keep me cold And I’ve never felt older then when I Was left behind in your arms And you keep me cold And I’ve never felt older then when I Was left behind in your arms
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Pillow Fights You climbed through my window last night And you stole the sheets, kicked up a fight You lay down on top of my bed Then you clawed your way into my head You went through all of my ghosts Then you chose the ones that hurt me most You laid them all out in a row The ones I didn’t want to know The memories live inside the shed They mutter words we never said They speak to spiders and candle wax They play the games, ignore the facts I closed up my eyes and my ears And I hide my face to hide my tears And you pulled my head from my hands And said look until you understand You’re always hiding from things you lost As if you think there’ll be no cost You’ve lost those days but if you stay numb You will lose the days still to come You reached through my chest as you lay in my bed And you tied my heart into my head And all of the hurt you released It cleared my mind and let me breathe Don’t want to feel and don’t want to care When those you love aren’t always there But if you always shut off the pain You’ll lose a lot more than you gain And I think it’s time that I let it all back in And I think it’s time that I let it all back in
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Off This Earth I am the heavy night I pay the undertaker I'll take you quick then I'll leave your body here to linger I'll make your limbs turn blue I'll disobey your maker Disregard your family Go against your nature Pull you off this earth Is it always worse? What about the ones who welcome me with open arms Pull you off this earth You say it's worth The love we think we understand we crave we kill for I'll give you time to mumble Darling make it count Something they'll remember Something they'll write down Then I'll turn your body Into nothing much You can push, pray, enhance but it won't be enough Pull you off this earth Is it always worse? What about the ones who welcome me with open arms Pull you off this earth You say it's worth The love we think we understand we crave we kill for

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released July 1, 2015

Ysabelle Durant: Drums, glockenspiel, vocals
Christiann Renker: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Alex Lanyon: Electric guitar, bass guitar, piano
Matt Ward: Keyboard
Recorded, mixed and produced at Runway Studios by Dan Thomas and Matt Ward
Mastered by Tim Turan at Turan Audio
All songs written and composed by Wednesday's Wolves

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A few third culture kids who stole someone's cajon and became a band.

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