1. |
Peckish
04:10
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Tell me a story
A funny story
cause I'm bored
Bring me a snack
A salty snack
cause I'm peckish
Play with my hair
My soft hair
With some affection
Shoot me a look
A real glare
I want to see you
From over there
And when it reaches
Over here
I want to feel it
Starts from the head
The tingling head
And moves downwards
And inside
Inside
Your glare
Is inside now
And I really want to feel it
Your glare
When you look at me
From over there
I want it to melt
Inside
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2. |
This Land
04:43
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This land it breaks my heart
I thought I’d waste my time with you.
This land it tears me apart
Oil on your hands like blood
Never knew it would be enough
Burn it down
Get rich and oh, it feels nice
When this dirt comes with a price
Burn it down
This land it breaks my heart
I thought I’d spend it all with you.
Territory like a story
Where I start and where you will end.
Unceded means you’re not needed
Never now and never again.
This land it tears me apart.
I’m wasting time with you.
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3. |
Forest
03:02
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If you're looking for her
You can find her
In the forest
With all the witches
What will you do
Too many rules
What will you do
Too many rules
With your new found freedom
What will you do
Too many rules
What will you do
Too many rules
With your new found freedom
You'll get some toys
To play with
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4. |
Winona
02:49
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Waiting for you,
I'm alone
Waiting for you,
Please come home.
Oh Will, oh will...
Come home
Oh will.
He's in the lights x 3.
Waiting for you,
I'm alone
Waiting for you,
By the phone.
Oh Will, oh will...
Come home
Oh Will.
He's in the lights x 3.
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5. |
Pen Pal
03:43
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Out on the veda field.
Don’t know what is real.
Good and bad in the dirt.
Seeping threading through my shirt
Don’t know what, don’t know why
You stare at the sky.
Writing letters all day.
You sign off with good night,
I’ll talk to you later today.
Out on the veda field
Don’t know what is real.
Good and bad in the dirt.
We make it better,
Make it feel like it won’t hurt.
I call you at 2am
You say I’m your best friend.
I’m pen pal for real
Don’t know when I’ll see you
I’ll see you, I’ll see you later.
Out in the midwest
That’s your home address
Writing letters all night
It makes me feel better
It makes me feel alright
One day we will grow up
All these words will stop
But I’ve kept your letters
I wish you well, keep well,
I know we’re both doing much better.
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6. |
D.A.R.E.
03:27
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Approaching in the hall
Anxious through the core
Waiting catcall
Won't threaten you at all
Lined with glass ceilings
Revolving doors
Body's for sale
You think it's yours
Pants have fake pockets
Purse holds your dowry
High heels need shoulder
Spagh strap is colder
Salad don't get fat
Resting bitch pay gap
Act like it's fine
Thirteen forever
Remove all your hair
Desirable
Suggestive never
Submissive docile
Kind of like a child
Create all life
Server villain wife
Manbaby crying
Mop up his beard
Rebuild his ego
Then he won't kill you
Polanski Ghomeshi
Highway of tears
Act like it's fine
Criminal justice
Protects assaulter
Shalt not be tarnished
Laws been grandfathered
What were you wearing
What were you drinking
What were you thinking
Contacting after
School's for your brother
Traded by father
Your the assistant
Not manager
Burned at the stake
Act like it's fine
Don't you dare
Ask me to smile
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7. |
Slow Dove
04:44
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You’re a slow dove
I’m certain
No peace at all
I’m a mad ghost
When I wake up
Walking through walls
Running fast now
I stay in one place
Eight years to stall
Broken bones and
Wake up alone then
I really felt the fall
It’s a slow love
Are you certain?
When you hit the wall
Writing postcards
Like a life line
Pretend it’s fine
Talking like an
echo echo
How do you really know?
Do you hear me?
Whisper dearly
Words like a ripple
You’re a slow dove
Without a dream
I can’t really see
I’m mad ghost
In a hurry
Like a past memory
When I wake up
How does it feel
When I’m on my own
Look like a picture
So perfect
What you thought of me.
.....
Oh I really want you
Oh when you get home
Oh I really want you
Oh when you get home
That’s when I’ll go
When you get home
That's when I'll go.
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8. |
Lullaby
03:31
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When your eyes close
When your eyes close
See you in my dreams
See you in my dreams
When your eyes close
When your eyes close
Don't want to wake you
Don't want to wake you
When your eyes close
When your eyes close
See you in my dreams
See you in my dreams
When your eyes close
When your eyes close
Don't want to wake you
Don't want to wake you
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Snackland Vancouver, British Columbia
A nice band from East Van. Kar, Cara & Clo.
IG: @snackland_band
All songs by Snackland
Mixed and Produced by Penelope Parker
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