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little note bossa nova
02:12
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Open up a little book and write a little note, a little scribble
A memory of a place you forgot to go, maybe next time
A drip of ink lands in a dot that runs away
And so your thoughts take off where they hit, and run away from land
Take a little trip inside your mind and find, if you can find
Each new day bubbles up from endless time, what to do with time
You can juggle balls and your to dos, so much to do
You’ll be left in space, and with the universe holding you
I never want to get out of this bed, where would it be better than here with you
Things are quite surprising, not what you’d expect at all, what did you expect
We are swimming in this ocean on a beautiful wave
And so happy in our apartment like a cave, a happy cave 🙂
Open up a little book and write a little note, a little scribble
A memory of a place you forgot to go, maybe next time, maybe next time
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Diamonds of light
like pearls on the wall
Graffiti from the sun
No one cares at all
It’s so perfect when you see it
If you don’t look back at it
It’s so perfect when you see it
If you don’t look back
I’m not the only one
Who holds it up in my small hand
Golden light on an endless highway
Take another look
The wall has disappeared
When I close my eyes
Trouble comes in near
Gathering of stones
Beside the road that runs
A platform for a dance
That sends shivers down my skin
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rumination excursion
03:14
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dire spoons
02:33
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I wish I could be
Less of everything that makes me feel sad
I wish I could be
Less of everything that makes me feel less
Call on my friend, what do they see
They see what I can to be
I would find myself
Where I could hold the space that lets my love grow
I would find myself
Where I could hold the space that lets me see you
I wish we could be
Together through everything that holds us down
I wish we could be
Together through everything that leaves us on our own
Call on my friend what do they see
They see what I can be
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melancholic breath
03:11
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Talk to myself when I talk to myself
Talk to myself when I talk to myself
I can follow along, though it feels like something’s wrong
Through the sleepless night time through the sleepless night time
I am lost and found, like a rock on the ground
Dangling in my head, and I see everything spin
The stars, the earth, inside and me, made into a mobil sea
Talk to myself when I talk to myself
Talk to myself when I talk
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Arthur Krumins Halifax, Nova Scotia
Inspired by DIY, folk and the blues and taking off on a journey through fingerpicking and warbly vocals. Influenced by travels, rambles, and storytelling. Former west coaster moved out east.
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Arthur Krumins recommends:
Instrumentals ('12 - '13)
by ACR (Aaron Charles Read)
Aaron Read's music, whether song-based or more soundcape driven and experimental, shows care, warmth and humour. Strongly recommended.
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Cat Got Tongue
by Alex Archibald
A major guitar inspiration that delves deep in Alex's wide ranging playing style and musical chops. It's a favourite listen in all kinds of weather.
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