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Milk Glass
03:33
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Coming home under a milk glass sky
Splitting peas with the porch light on your shoulder
Asking what you’re thinking
And guessing right
On the last supper outside
Before it gets colder
Swollen, heavy with expectation
I know you’re going to be let down
And I don’t want to need
Anything I take from you
But I do, I do, I do, I do
But I do, I do, I do, I do
You paint small town living with a broad brush
There’s novelty in everywhere you go
The strip malls and the dive bars and the cineplex
Are singular attractions when I’m there with you in tow
Swollen, heavy with expectation
I know you’re going to be let down
And I don’t want to need
Anything I take from you
But I do, I do, I do, I do
But I do, I do, I do, I do
Choking down all of the smoke
That I’ve been blowing when I told you
You’d be better off
Spending endless nights spoiling myself
Instead of spoiling the time
Trying to keep it light for someone else
Drowning in expectation
I know you’re going to be let down
And I don’t want to need
Anything I take from you
But I do, I do, I do, I do
But I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
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2. |
Lash
03:40
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Every time I look inside
Your pleading eyes it makes me
Want to cry, a bit
I used to think I couldn’t bear
The pummeling promised in
Such a stare again
Oh when did you become someone on whom I depend
Oh when
I didn’t think I’d hold
My cautiousness alone
Deliberating each word
Delicate as skipping stones, but I
Ought to know my nature better
Though you never asked me to be the tender
I’ll try to keep you whole
And we’ll never be alone
I brush a lash across your cheek
And hope the wish you make will cling to me
I want to believe
That the hand I lay across your waist
Will be washed clean, my injuries effaced
Can you grant me the grace?
I didn’t think I’d hold
My cautiousness alone
Deliberating each word
Delicate as skipping stones, but I
Ought to know my nature better
Though you never asked me to be the tender
I’ll try to keep you whole
And we’ll never be alone
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3. |
Coming Up, Crocus
04:13
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It was coming up, crocus
When my cab arrived
Pulling outside of the city
I’d never seen ground so green
And a chill hung inside of my sleeve
It was clear to me when we began to speak
That I’d be breaking up your sense of morality
I couldn’t help rearranging myself
As if I’d ironed out all vulnerability
I can’t quite place what we buried in the ground
What felt so significant seems hazy to me now
I’m frightened not by longing
But the knowledge that it’s gone
As if every love I’ve ever had
Will eventually wear off
It was coming up on Christmas
The candles by your bedside shone an omen
I bowed my head by the river’s edge
I was ashamed to be aching for my own bed
I can’t quite place what we buried in the ground
What felt so significant seems hazy to me now
I’m frightened not by longing
But the knowledge that it’s gone
As if every love I’ve ever had
Will eventually wear off
Every day (everyday)
Endless rain
Anything could grow
What’s a memory anyway
If you and I aren’t there to know?
I can’t quite place what we buried in the ground
What felt so significant seems hazy to me now
I’m frightened not by longing
But the knowledge that it’s gone
As if every love I’ve ever had
Will eventually wear off
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4. |
New Friend
03:08
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New friend
Every few months on the weekend
Listing the titles that I recommend
To the neighbourhood’s edge
You say it’s hard to get going the last few days
They’re putting down mulch on the outskirts again
And it’s calling for rain
You and I
Hard to please and hard done by
Remain in forever revision
God knows I can’t create
An ounce of faith in your own ambition
But I hope
It takes everything in me not to brush away
The dreariness filling up
Space after space
But you can’t stand that shallow stuff anyway
I say it’s certainly nothing
You stop me again
I want to be honest but can’t tell what’s pretend
You and I
Hard to please and hard done by
Swarmed in forever revision
Lord knows I must fabricate
Every ounce of faith
Just to make a decision
But I hope
Old friends
Getting away for the weekend
But the heat of the city will spoil me again
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5. |
Kites
03:26
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I hold your happiness like a kite on a string
Feel the weight in my palm
When the wind stops blowing
I’d follow you closely wherever you went
But my heels started digging
When my leisure was spent
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
Moment to moment I know where you stand
In rooms set apart you bristle in my hand
I wish I could pet you and ribbon your hair
Strands held thick and entwined
Your womanhood and mine
Tangled between where your desire begin and mine recede
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
But I would like to believe you’d be tethered to me when we part
No I know, more than believe, you are
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
I always run
Into the thick of love
And yours is a constant
Buts not the only one
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6. |
Souvenir
03:34
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In the wake of loving you
I sit alone at my window
Waiting out the afternoon
Looking for the next thing to do
Time can be so cruel it’s always
Running away from me
Crawling up my legs
Drowned in a puddle of memories
That turn into a river
That spill into a sea
I only want to let you
Wash over me
You calm me like a river
You sway me like the sea
I only want to let you
Wash me clean
In the wake of loving you
I search for souvenirs
I sing the words you wrote down
And orchestras appear
Walking ‘cross the overpass and
Brushing against your hand
I miss you like the morning
Gone before it began
That turns into an evening
That keeps me up all night
I sleep in through the daytime
I don’t want to face the light
I wonder how you’re feeling
And I’m sure that you’ll be fine
I only want to know that you’re doing alright
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Sophie Ogilvie Montreal, Québec
On Coming Up, Crocus, change is always already in motion. The debut EP from Montreal artist Sophie Ogilvie chronicles how
one season passes into the next, how a relationship resolves itself into something gone. Drawing on jazz, R&B, and 90s alternative, Ogilvie’s songwriting is simultaneously cool and vulnerable, soft and hard-
hitting, delicate and dramatic.
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