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Angel

by Her Dark Heaven

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Lavinie Cloutier
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Lavinie Cloutier Laissez-vous emporter par la musique. Laissez sa voix vous bercer. Je pense que j'ai entendu un ange. Je l'ai possiblement croisé dans une vie antérieure. Pourquoi j'ai l'impression de le connaître?
Davccelion
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Davccelion Not a fan of indie pop, lurked out of curiosity. The powerful sound, solid electronics and dark lyrics arising, in modern words, questions as old as mankind, forced me to stay. And after checking Lord's Baltmore music I can say that this is, by far, his best release.
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Something bout the look in your eye Chilly like the weather outside Just another cloud up in your sky Cinnamon and ketamine tea Dopamine and rosary beads Wonder what you think about on your knees Tell me what you want when you want it So sweet, god it sounds like a sonnet I think you should call me over Spill some wine up on the sofa As the night is growing colder I think you should call me over Sticky like the smoke in my lungs Sweeter than a victory won Hurricane turning on my tongue 
Static and electrical wires Burning with the thrill of desire Take another walk in that forest fire Tell me what you want when you want it So sweet, god it sounds like a sonnet Can’t breath, got you right where you want it Honey, just in case you forgot it I think you should call me over Spill some wine up on the sofa That Trent Reznor kind of “Closer” I think you should call me over Such a pretty face Cutting to the chase Running for the money and the leather and the lace Couple jack and honeys got me fucking up and falling down I want it now Lonely in the house Watch you going south Fingers on the buttons and the zipper in your mouth Always what you wanted but you never figured out quite how I think you should call me over Spill some wine up on the sofa That Trent Reznor kind of closer I think you should call me over
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Something like thirst behind the eyes Strange as the fuzz in between our thighs Chattering teeth in the T.V. light A shiver in my skin Burn from the rug in your parent’s basement Glad you couldn’t tell what the smile on my face meant Divine comedy in the tragic thought Every time, every time that we touch, paradise lost Covenants were broken in the dark, and the prayer made Worthless as a token from a boarded up arcade Not a word was spoken it was loud as the autumn rain On the windowpane, then the thunder came I, I, I, I feel it for the first time Tender as a busted lip Fragile as a fractured wrist I, I, I, I feel it for the first time now Deeper than the sea’s abyss Harder than the heart forgives The smell of a flower with chemical petals Hangs in the air while our breathing settles Bent like the rules of a children’s game Is the path that we walk back from that place without a name Laughing in the sun and I forget about last night Further in the distance that I run in the daylight Shining like the barrel of a gun, victory is bright Wrap my hands up tight, a bare knuckle fight I, I, I, I feel it for the first time Tender as a busted lip Fragile as a fractured wrist I, I, I, I feel it like a first time now Deeper than the sea’s abyss Harder than the heart forgives And we all get carried away And we all get carried away And we all get carried away And we all get carried away Tumble to the carpet like an angel in free fall Tearing out the feathers from a wing, and my shirt off Far away from heaven, god I'll make it if I have to crawl Peter to my Paul, even after all I, I, I, I feel it for the first time Tender as a busted lip Fragile as a fractured wrist I, I, I, I feel it like a first time now Deeper than the sea’s abyss Harder than the heart forgives
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Waist deep in the Gulf of Mexico Weather is here, wish you were beautiful Amy’s burning sage back at Rich’s place Home is where the heart gets bored Twelve pack we bought at Texaco Hell of a night up until you lost your phone Wandering the park, you dropped it in the dark It’ll take nothing short of a miracle But if you just close your eyes and try not to cry It’s not that serious The minute we drive away into the night You’ll forget all of this No heat and the sound of a metronome Minor chords in Mod-Atlantic cold Fireworks and weed are all we’ll ever need Why the hell do I spend my days alone? But if I just close my eyes and try not to cry It’s not that serious The minute I lay me down to sleep for the night I’ll forget all of this It’s not that serious God I’m ready to get it on God I’m ready to get it on God I’m ready, I can’t go wrong I’ve got heaven on my mind Waist deep in the Gulf of Mexico That day feels so long ago Spent it in the sun, I won’t always be young Might as well be where the weather’s warm

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This album is about organized religion, sexual awakenings, and road trips to the Gates of Heaven.

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released September 10, 2021

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