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we sail our ship into the bay
and dive in twilight waves
whales crowned with forests
and mountains of villages
with candles in the windows
it is nighttime
the whales are spinning waves in whirpool fashion
the bay rushes out to meet its mother
and we are bruised on seaweed
in the wreckage there are rocking chairs
broken dolls, sewing machines
rusted cars, rocking horses
and bones, ribs and skulls
we hold hands because we are afraid
we hear the whistling and the rushing again
the moon pulls high the ocean's starlings
and then down and we drink our death

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from Pill Weekend, released September 25, 2010
Synths - Thomas Michael
Vox - Franny Gurba
Trombone - Maureen Murray

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R.I.P Jaded Hipster Choir Edmonton, Alberta

IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED.

THOMAS IS STILL MAKING MUSIC UNDER 'GHIBLI'

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