Son Ambulance
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There's a hand in my pocket
searching for change.
There's a man in the mirror,
his hair's turning grey.
His first (?) crashing through the air, constant despair
and I lost my copy of Vanity Fair.
Now that you've come this far,
(come this far)
can you accept who you are?
(Who you are)
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With eyes staring wide open, an African child
He taught me how to blink and I couldn't smile.
Then I spoke to the silence drawn with a (?), fade with a laughter
From the well of clear water, the remnants of hope echoed after
Now that hating's been done
(the hating's done)
and you've no qualms with anyone
(no qualms with anyone)
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- Musikexpress 140: Sounds Now!
- Saddle Creek Sampler 2008-2009
- Saddle Creek 50
- Euphemystic
- Key
- Musikexpress 97: Sounds Neu!
- Oh Holy Fools: The Music of Son, Ambulance & Bright Eyes
- The Amos House Collection, Volume II
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 68
- Insound Tour Support Collection, Volume One
- Vice CD#10
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 90
- Saddle Up and Love It
- LSTN #1
- Insound Tour Support Series, Number 12