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A RECESS

Holy cancer of misfit talk,
seems to guide me while I walk,
pass this old oak tree,
the only thing I love more is the older sea.

And I am old, and I am young,
and I am different in size.
The more I see what's going on,
the more I'm blind.

Heaven seizes my only home,
the sea deluges it like a comb,
can't pick it up, all the wood, the loam,
turn around and set out to roam.

And I am old, and I am young,
and I am different in size.
The more I see what's going on,
the more I'm blind.

Home, yeah I am home,
and there's no one else to see.
Home, yeah I am home,
and there's no one else to free.
Home, yeah I am home
and there's no one else to see.
Home, yeah I am home.

Holy cancer of misfit talk,
seems to guide me while I walk,
pass this old oak tree,
the only thing I love more is the older sea.

And I am old, and I am young,
and I am different in size.
The more I see what's going on,
the more I'm blind.

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from The Ma​ñ​ana People EP, released November 4, 2014

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The Mañana People Bonn, Germany

Homemade freak-folk and psych-country curiosities, ranging from theremin-driven honky tonk smashers, zombie-themed electro- pop ballads and horror spirituals. The Mañana People's output manages to swing harmoniously between the gutters of experimentation and the comfortable lightness of pop music. ... more

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