Curfews

by SNOWMINE

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November 15, 2011 – Vol. 2, Episode 10 in the Shaking Through 2011 Series features Snowmine from Brooklyn, NY. "Curfews", was recorded on October 1-2, 2011.

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released 15 November 2011

I might not earn it but it's what I deserve.
I married hours into dusty papers.
My friends in ink defend the way I think.

Your civil servant I'm not civil to serve.
My rival head is out but I'm the loser.
Keep on screaming till you say what you think.

"Close your lips, stop when you're ahead,
'Cuz I've heard your stories I have heard them all,
And there's no, no need, no need for excuses
When I've heard your stories I have heard them all."

You lust for anywhere that's not your home.
It's been awhile since you leapt from the throne,
I hear something, this street is quivering.

It sounds like bodies learning bodies for sure.
It sounds like us back in the basement after
The liquid-loving judgement, and our troubles.

"Close your lips, stop when you're ahead,
'Cuz I've heard your stories I have heard them all,
And there's no, no need, no need for excuses
When I've heard your stories I have heard them all."

Wait, you say, you lost yourself.
You want to know why?
You don't know anything!
We don't need anything!

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SNOWMINE Brooklyn, New York

The Brooklyn five-piece embraces an indie pop sound rich with echo pedals, tribal beats, electro-acoustic soundscapes and classical orchestrations. The band is fronted by new-classical composer Grayson Sanders, whose vocals have been compared to Robin Pecknold of Fleet Foxes, and Jim Jones of My Morning Jacket. ... more

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Track Name: Curfews
I might not earn it but it's what I deserve.
I married hours into dusty papers.
My friends in ink defend the way I think.

Your civil servant I'm not civil to serve.
My rival head is out but I'm the loser.
Keep on screaming till you say what you think.

"Close your lips, stop when you're ahead,
'Cuz I've heard your stories I have heard them all,
And there's no, no need, no need for excuses
When I've heard your stories I have heard them all."

You lust for anywhere that's not your home.
It's been awhile since you leapt from the throne,
I hear something, this street is quivering.

It sounds like bodies learning bodies for sure.
It sounds like us back in the basement after
The liquid-loving judgement, and our troubles.

"Close your lips, stop when you're ahead,
'Cuz I've heard your stories I have heard them all,
And there's no, no need, no need for excuses
When I've heard your stories I have heard them all."

Wait, you say, you lost yourself.
You want to know why?
You don't know anything!
We don't need anything!