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No such thing as accidents
Just incidents and the ones you invent
Principles we uphold
Roses twirled in fondue gold
Reflecting this colour and that
Put your teeth in nice and straight
Now turn around, kiss the one that you hate
A star is born in the old summer time
These principles, they turn on a dime
But love finds Robert M.
So says legions of fans
Among them Ulysses S. Grant
Reflecting this colour and that
No such thing as incidents
Just accidents and the ones you intend
I could go on singing
But a child is waiting
As we strike up the band
so blends future and past
Roses gold and red
Reflecting this colour and that
Around and around and around we dance
Fall on the ground and crease your dress
Around and around and around we dance
Crawl on the grass and crease your dress
Let me sleep.
Let me sleep.
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Morning Sickness
05:59
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Oh me in these clothes
Oh me in these clothes (this heart of mine)
Throw your arms around these clothes (and this heart of mine)
We now in repose. Eyes closed.
These are the places I once found to be on my way
As I walked right out the door
Little did I know that I’d soon be on my way
To all the places I’d ignored
Oh me in these clothes (this heart of mine)
Oh you in these clothes (then what is mine?)
Oh me in my clothes (deserve some time)
Oh me in these clothes. Enclosed
These are the places that I once passed all along my way
Something borrowed, something blue
Little did I know that I’d soon be on my way
All roads lead me back to you
Not going to make it in time
The world is flawed by design
The world is too far behind
The world has suffered
and all have suffered
Oh me in these clothes (this heart of mine)
Oh me in these clothes (there was a time when…)
Oh me in repose (this part of mine)
Oh me in these clothes…
All these gracious places that I once
passed all along my way.
Something hollow, something new
Little did I know that I’d soon enjoy my stay
But I would leave it all for you.
Could we not make it in time?
The world is flawed by design
The world is too far behind our love
The world has suffered enough
and all have suffered enough
Hurry, hurry, your train….
Hurry, hurry, the train…
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Sole Redemption
03:16
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Hey, it's all right.
This is for your own protection.
Today, it's all right.
Love will be our sole redemption
Hey, it's all right.
A sole redemption.
But why will our love save us?
How will our love save us?
Hey, it's all right.
This is for your own protection.
Today, it's all right.
Love will be our sole redemption.
Today, it's all right.
Love will be our sole redemption.
Love will be our sole redemption.
But how will our love save us?
Why will our love save us?
How will our love save us?
Why won't our love save us?
Us.
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owenshire Ontario
Owenshire was born when Robert Muhlbock bought a bass guitar in 1992 and began recording dozens of bass and vocal demos
under that name.
Two albums, numerous "live demos," one too-long hiatus and (most importantly) one bass distortion pedal later, Muhlbock continues to release riff-based alt. rock, scattered with lush harmonies and dotted with cryptic and/or disillusioned lyrics.
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