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So This Has To Do
02:15
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I once thought I could
get my head in the game
I had to give up
I was going insane
It was a nasty blow
but it's better to know
I once thought I could
get my head in the game
We used to go dancing
shake worries away
it set everything right
until night became day
and we all hurried home
hoping soon to forget
almost seeing the sun rise
until the sun set
Now maps make me nervous
they fill me with dread
How they seem to tease
with the lives I won't have
Passed on too many chances
of playing the fool
I doubt there's a heaven
so this has to do
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Mild-Mannered Men
03:00
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Soft-spoken men
In touch with their feelings
Slowly spending their miles
Mild-mannered men
You've met them for dinner
They dress up ever so perfectly
Playlists and podcasts
Comfortable couches
There's some out there made for each of us
But not other people
They don't know what they're doing
They wont do, so you tell yourself
You've been spending way too much time alone
Soft-spoken preachers
Of life changing mantras
Make their way right past your heart
As do throwers of tantrums
Who speak from their livers
And just make you even surer that
Playlists and podcasts
Comfortable couches
There's some out there made for each of us
But not other people
They don't know what they're doing
But they'll talk until the music stops
You've been spending way too much time alone
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Tropical Resort
03:24
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Were I to have been a tiger
I suppose I could do nothing wrong
There'd be no allergies to haunt me
And no words to weave into my songs
My instincts could betray me
But I wouldn't moan about it
My instincts would betray me
But I’d never dare to blame them
And all these hours I can taste
They're mine and mine alone to waste
All these hours I can taste
They're mine and mine alone to waste
Were I to have been vacation
I would be no tropical resort
I'd be a beat up little cottage
I would be a quirky mountain lodge
You'd be so glad to see me
Something to write home about
You'd be so glad to meet me
But so much more relieved to leave me
And all these hours I can taste
They're mine and mine alone to waste
All these hours I can taste
They're mine and mine alone to waste
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Minta & The Brook Trout Lisboa, Portugal
Minta & The Brook Trout make music in Lisbon.
Demolition Derby, the band's 4th album, is out now.
Minta & The Brook Trout recommends:
Lost Wisdom
by Mount Eerie with Julie Doiron & Fred Squire
A perennial favourite of mine since it came out, in 2008. 10 songs by Mount Eerie with Julie Doiron and Fred Squire.
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All Of It Was Mine
by The Weather Station
The Weather Station's latest LP is perfect and a must-listen – but this is the one that introduced me to her songwriting, after wondering who was singing in Daniel Romano's Sleep Beneath the Willow.
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It's a strange joy to have one of your favorite songwriters be a close friend and bandmate. Couch Pop is Tape Junk's coolest collection of songs (the yellow tape they come in is just wonderful too).
go to albumIf you like Minta & The Brook Trout, you may also like:
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Tu nunca viste maravilhas, mas eu ouvi uma maravilha. As tuas músicas são uma viagem, pelas letras e sons. Descobrem-se na paisagem de cada vez que se ouve.
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supported by 4 fans who also own “Row”
Um belo presente para celebrar 10 anos a ouvir o maior.
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Hold The Door For Strangers
by Labrador
Philadelphia-based Labrador make unfussy and empathetic alt-country meant to sincerely bolster the downcast in times of strife.
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