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City Rains
03:47
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I don’t care if it’s raining
That the sky is dark and grey
I’m gonna let those city rains
Wash my blues away
Hmmm
I’ll go down to the station
And the subway line both ways
I’m gonna let those city rains
Wash my blues away
Three a.m. down on Harbord Street
Wondering if you’re gonna stay
I’m gonna let those city rains
Wash my blues away
Someday soon
Nobody knows, forever and a day
I’m gonna let those city rains
Wash my blues away
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Room With a View
03:08
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I’ve got a room in a house
Across the street from where I used to live when
I Thought about
Settling down with a wife a kids and now it
Seems so strange
Everything’s gone and everything’s changed and I
Can’t complain
It’s just been that way
I’ve got a room with a view
Where I look back on what I used to do when I
Felt less blue
And less caught up on the thought of you and it’s a
Lesson learned, everything’s changed and everything’s burned and I
Can’t complain
It’s just been that way
I’ve got a room that’s mine
I’m gonna stay in it all the time until I
Shed my skin
I won’t ever be the same again and I
Hope it’s true, when everything’s burned, everything’s new and I
Just can’t wait
Until it is that way
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3. |
Anything At All
03:43
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Maybe it’s the wine talking
Maybe it’s the cigarettes
Maybe it’s the Patsy Cline record playing
Is the the air in here
Is the the atmosphere
Maybe it’s the way your lips move when you’re saying
Anything at all
When you say anything at all I find it hard to breathe
Maybe it’s the shorter days
Is Mercury in retrograde
Maybe it’s the Jesus saves sign, sidewalk praying
Maybe it’s the band tonight
Is it the Skyline lights
Maybe it’s the way your lips move when your singing
Anything at all
When you say anything at all I find it hard to breathe
Anything at all, anything at all
Anything at all, anything at all
Anything at all, when you say anything at all I find it hard to breathe
Anything at all, when you say anything at all I find it hard to breathe
Maybe it’s the wine talking
Maybe it’s the cigarettes
Maybe it’s the Patsy Cline record playing
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Kris Ulrich Winnipeg, Manitoba
Kris’ songs are built with a new sonic palette: production and songwriting built on driving drum machines, woozy synth layers, dogged hooks, and a clear lyrical voice. They are both hopeful and melancholic, simultaneously holding reflections of a dusty past played on old tape machines and the surging brightness of future possibility – all while sewn together with tongue-in-cheek self-awareness. ... more
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