THE ANIMAL
He’s gotta run, escape this feeling he hates
Well the mind he explored then became a cage
Through the city walls in a dormant age
He needs the sun to rise beyond the mountain rage
And in his golden years he became enslaved
And he was unaware until the apostles came
So get your papers signed cause you’re a document
And hold the guides hand through the ill content
And the cruel kids, they broke your legs
And you were left in the woods as easy prey
And you crawled through the mud to find a hiding place
Where you were safe from the wolves but you couldn’t stay
And you grew up jaded with a shoulder gaze
You couldn’t trust your comrades through the turning wave
And you tried to change say you’re a different man
But the fruit you chase is in the devil’s hand
Well some thing’s missing
I’m going to breathe in this wild wind
Grow fur over this metal skin
Cause i’m an animal and it’s the digital age
Where they cut down the forest for a light in a cage
Some thing’s missing
I told you it’s missing
Wear your soul tight, let it lighten your feet
THE COAST
Cold and lonely walker
Strip the gold from your case
Wherever you are wander
Keep your leather boots laced
So pack light and open
Your mind is closing
With that big sun rising
We are skipping town again
This time I was going hit the coast
Head back home and I’d be out on the road
This time I was going to hit the coast
And I was heading North
WHITE DARLING
Oh white darling got my home up your sleeve
I’ll have ten K left a hundred times at least
Go get your coat because I’m always packed to leave
We got dirt to kick I want them tired feet
Oh I know once I start getting old
I won’t make decisions that make me look so
foolish
So run to the river, turn my page
Read my mind, won’t you let it bathe to get through this
Them dusty boots are leaving tracks
Got time to lose and roads to past
Oh white darling won’t you come away with me
I’ll have five days left and then it’s time to leave
So hang up your coat, clean your cuts and fall asleep
I’ll need home for a rest a hundred times at least
With snow caps melting
Straight through the season
And your jackets bleeding
It’s cold wet and worn in
This time I was going hit the coast
Head back home and I’d be out on the road
This time I was going to hit the coast
This time I was going hit the coast
Head back home and I’d be out on the road
This time I was going to hit the coast
And I was heading North
Oh I know once I start getting old
I won’t make decisions that make me look so foolish
So run to the river, turn my page
Read my mind, won’t you let it bathe to get through this
Them dusty boots are leaving tracks
Got time to lose and roads to past
Oh white darling got my home up your sleeve
I’ll have ten K left a hundred times at least
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FAVOURITE DREAM
I’m ripe with the words
No matter how quiet they’re heard
I’m cold to touch
I think I’m going break it
I’ve got this ghost
Who reeks of the whiskey soaked
I’ve got a bird who’s calling me out

You are my favourite dream

The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop
yard to ourselves
All to ourselves
All to ourselves

What could I say

If I can’t make you listen
I’ve been a boy with a big mouth
My tongues tied with conviction
Don’t put life into a song
You’ll be a silly boy you’ve done something wrong
And haven’t you heard that actions speak louder
than words

You are my favourite dream

The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop
yard to ourselves
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop
yard to ourselves
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop
yard to ourselves
All to ourselves
All to ourselves

Because you are my favourite dream

Because you are my favourite dream
Because you are my favourite dream
Because you are my favourite dream
My favourite dream
My favourite dream

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Nathan Turner - Vocals, Upright Bass, Guitar
FALLEN
Logan Thackray - Vocals REE
RECORDS
Brendan Steele - Guitar, Bass
Jesse Thom - Drums
Dustan Townsend - Cello

Tom Dobrzanski - Producer, Engineer

Elisa Pangsaeng - Engineer, Mix Engineer
Brock McFarlane - Mastering Engineer at CPS Mastering, Vancouver
Blair Hansen - Drum Tech
Recorded at Monarch Studios, Vancouver
All songs written by Nathan Turner, Fallen Tree Songs (SOCAN)
Album photography by Elias Crespo Molato
Other photos: Steph Wetherell, Logan Thackray

FTRD1003 c 2019 + p 2015 Logan and Nathan Music

under exclusive license to Fallen Tree Records Inc.

loganandnathan.com
fallentreerecords.com

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