1. |
Willow (Reimagined)
04:27
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I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
Found my castle through a jungle of sillystring
But my mama she asked me why I fly so low
So low
Your teardrops of hail impale my skin
While the lightning laughs at me
At me
The jackals, they cackle into the night
They leave me wondering why
I…
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
I’m no higher than a man who hangs on strings
But my mama she asked me why I hang so low
So low
Your rolling thunder meets the rumbling in my stomach
I will wonder if I ever grow up from it
But my mama she asked me why I grow so slow
So slow
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
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2. |
Willow
04:22
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I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
Found my castle through a jungle of sillystring
But my mama she asked me why I fly so low
So low
Your teardrops of hail impale my skin
While the lightning laughs at me
At me
The jackals, they cackle into the night
They leave me wondering why
I…
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
I’m no higher than a man who hangs on strings
But my mama she asked me why I hang so low
So low
Your rolling thunder meets the rumbling in my stomach
I will wonder if I ever grow up from it
But my mama she asked me why I grow so slow
So slow
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
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3. |
Willow (Demo)
04:30
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I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
Found my castle through a jungle of sillystring
But my mama she asked me why I fly so low
So low
Your teardrops of hail impale my skin
While the lightning laughs at me
At me
The jackals, they cackle into the night
They leave me wondering why
I…
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
I seen fire and I’ve been batshit deranged
I’m no higher than a man who hangs on strings
But my mama she asked me why I hang so low
So low
Your rolling thunder meets the rumbling in my stomach
I will wonder if I ever grow up from it
But my mama she asked me why I grow so slow
So slow
I hear the whispers of the willow
And all the sirens of the sea
Found shelter while outside the wind blows
From all the sights I’ve yet to see
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
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Bermuda Search Party Boston, Massachusetts
Formed in Boston in 2018, Bermuda Search Party (FKA The Q-Tip Bandits) have emerged into the scene as an energetic, vibrant act. With palpable grooves coated with smooth, soul-inspired riffs, anthemic horns and meaningful lyrics, BSP aim to capture the freedom and joy found on the other side of hardship, and to show that happiness is not a light that is void of darkness, but a balance of the two. ... more
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