we came by canoe

by Ezra Bell

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David Stamile This fantastic mix of folk and a unique old timey 1920's sound separates Ezra Bell from the crowd. I am interested in the lyrics. Please consider posting them. Favorite track: the pride of n. sumner.
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released June 24, 2015

Recorded at Secret Society Recording Studio
Mixed by: Jordan Leff
Mastered by: Vita Mastering

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Track Name: the pride of n. sumner
i was cold alone and dirty on the day that i turned thirty
me and evan throwing cans at cars
it struck midnight on the mantle, we were running out of ammo
i cannot throw i love you very far

my conscience cocked his gavel hiding high above the battle
he said i don't think this will go well
but if you've never shot some sinner, or fucked an oscar winner
i wonder little man how can you tell


it gets tough living up to your education
the cash register between your ears
once in a while pull a smile from the degradation
there is a hole in the side, a hole in the side i hear
Track Name: japper dudas
the dapper judas reaches back and slaps the students
he says the mutt was an american man
well he howls and he puffs after all that he can touch
but his arms are never so long as his hands

the troubled leper shuts his eyes and does some guesswork
so carefully with confidence and crayons
saying, daily my allegiance goes to gardens where graffiti grows
and choirs of competing moans command

that same troubled leper says it is not just the effort
it will take to finally make my stand
it's a different colour collar and a hundred thousand dollars
for a decent piece of arable land

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where the grass grows wild over every merry mile
and danny schlemmer sleeps out in the van
there comes a long soft sigh on the wind for you and I
and the good fruit is a-bend at every branch

the hapless maiden looking back at bed she's laid in
says i've yet to meet the man who knows
well they tell me between heavy breaths that darling after god and death
i long to know what's hid beneath your clothes

and the self appointed middle man approaches with his brittle hands
says i don't ever go that close
but i wish there were a lover or someone i could lean on
and tell them i know something that they don't

and i would lie, lie, lie if it makes you feel alright
it ain't worth the wait to lay alone
but if you have to stay, i will return someday
with every little thing that I stole

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