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Colour
04:12
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There is an open field with
patchy spots and twigs concealed and
my wind combed hair
will run where, oh where
I’m left to find out our dreams
of a careless youth
So stay in bed and rest
until I’m back in view
And Here I’ll disappear,
among the black and white
So I can paint this scene
into our paradise
Where the tint of the light
will return to your eyes
and spread into your head
filling up your mind
All the colour has drained from the night
All the colour has turned a shade of grey
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Golden Rays
04:15
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Under the sun you clasp my hand
With golden rays streaming across our gaze
And When I close my eyes your image is there
Imprinted on the back of my eyelids
Why you look so flawless in your afternoons finest
So stay here awhile to celebrate
Until this paradise saturates our minds
Replacing our memories of home
I don’t want to go if you don’t
I don’t want to go if you don’t want to go
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Tropic Harbour Vancouver, British Columbia
You’re invited to Tropic Harbour, a utopian space constructed by Mark Berg for peace of mind. These bedroom pops are unabashedly dreamy. Mashed earworms and mint infused hooks blend with swooning guitar knits. The result: a levitating tincture!, a distillation of a pop pantheon that runs the course from Youth Lagoon and Wild Nothing all the way to Cocteau Twins and The Smiths. ... more
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