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Silver Skin
04:41
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Take a knife, stick it in
Peeling back the silver skin
Look inside, peer within
Smells like tall grass and mortal sin
Twenty years I played it like a game
Twenty one my heart was filled with shame
Twenty two I drowned and lost my name
Now I look for answers far away
Climb inside the cavity
Through the rib cage of ivory
Bony gate on a hill
Take a step, test your will
Twenty years I played it like a game
Twenty one my heart was filled with shame
Twenty two I drowned and lost my name
Now I look for answers far away
I was drunk on someone's lawn
Spinning stars and singing songs
Touched my face but it wasn't there
Reached right through and grabbed cold air
It seems like I'm finding myself in dreams
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Riptide
04:25
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Dawn whistles out of tune
A special song for you
Let the light shine through
Little idiot, you're shy maybe
But don't you cry baby
You're just shy maybe
But don't you cry
Sweep, sweep me off my feet
Underneath the trees
Where no one can see
Little idiot, you're shy maybe
But don't you cry baby
You're just shy maybe
But don't you cry
Slip into a little dream
Sliding down a blackened stream
Is it true? Is it real?
Wanderlust for a spark
I got lost in the dark
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No Name
03:51
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I'm ready, I'm ready to see
I want to, I want to believe
Ooh it's such a waste
And I can't taste
A steeple chase
I feel like, I feel like a ghost
Unholy, unholy at most
Ooh it's such a waste
And I can't taste
A steeple chase
I'm ready
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Tucker
03:15
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Don't make a sound, keeping up the silence for the hound
He's on the ground, chewing on a bone that someone found
Deep in his mind, he remembers shadows close behind
They were unkind, toothless from the never ending grind
His eyes so red
Haunted by something they said
Don't make a sound
The royal hound
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Bulldog
04:08
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You're getting on a plane somewhere
And I'm trailing off to cold nowhere
Eyes are windows
And I'm stuck behind
Iris cracking
Till I go blind
Sleep, let the day escape me
Wake, walk among the bare trees
Eyes are windows
And I'm stuck behind
Iris cracking
Till I go blind
Red moonshine, sarsaparilla, clears my mind, it won't kill ya
Red moonshine, sarsaparilla, clears my mind, it won't kill ya
Red moonshine, sarsaparilla
Eyes are windows
And I'm stuck behind
Iris cracking
Till I go blind
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Chris Sunshine Brooklyn, New York
Chris Sunshine began at Oberlin College as a lo fi solo project. Since then, the project has followed Chris to a farm in upstate New York, through two row houses in northern Philadelphia to an apartment in Brooklyn. A rotating cast of characters have contributed to the project over the years, adding a fresh perspective to Chris’ eclectic songwriting. ... more
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