1. |
Rosie
03:33
|
|||
Pirouette on your branches.
You’ve leapt unto the other side.
Your heart is always reaching,
playing like you won’t be harmed.
Rosie, why did you leave us?
Coronary altitude test.
Climbing up that tree again.
That’s something you would never protest.
Bright palm beaches.
Wild plummet, halo night.
Dine on peaches.
Rosie got to feel the light.
|
||||
2. |
Youthless
04:23
|
|||
Fiery sun on cracking skin
fruitless dirt I’m falling in
Specimen is charming
Algorithmic timing
Youthless creep, I’m crawling out
Pity leech, encumbered doubt
Harkened sin embodied,
Gracious thought departing.
When the night fills in my head
With the shadows’ falling in
All the lights go out again.
All the lights go out again…
Tonight.
Oh, to love the sun again.
Rake the ash, replace the skin.
Give me back my body (2x)
Underneath decrepite eyes
Lie the memories of life
In a of world luscious themes
Where we all could sit and breathe
When the night fills in my head
With the shadows’ falling in
All the lights go out again.
All the lights go out again…
Tonight.
|
||||
3. |
Losing Face
03:20
|
|||
Ripe at 22.
I’m a glowing riot.
And constance is breaking tonight.
Idle Constitution.
Roses withered and bold.
Talk about
Losing Face.
Our family
is dying to hate.
You need to let us out.
And love the journey
that we're on.
We wait for love,
You wait for constance to fall. (2x)
constance breaks. .
|
||||
4. |
Bikes
02:52
|
|||
Cold hates everything the same
Glad I will overcoat the past
Can’t clip the essence of fall
Leaving me in the dark.
Half breathing, falling fast.
I can’t deny it wins
every time it comes around
The mentality of lanterns.
I feel a replacement.
Do I feel like Montrealers do?
I can feel the air compliment you.
Delighting.
We have these streets completely to ourselves.
Euphoric biking.
Catching all the colds we should have caught last week.
Cold... Cold... Cold... Cold.
The deeper sleep is coming on soon.
|
||||
5. |
Wet Matches
04:38
|
|||
You're all tied up in dishes,
You've made a miscalculation, time flies.
This dirt, can’t spray it off
Liken it to wet matches in the dark
You’re wearing out
As the clock takes a 180 culinary dive.
Can’t stop the rainfall
Hold it up between us,
this foggy mirror of bright windowless halls
But the worst is yet to come…
You're all tied up with downpours,
You’re biking in the rain, forever.
This dirt, can’t wash it off
Liken it to wet matches in the dark
You’re wearing out
As the clock takes a 180 condensation dive.
Can’t stop the rainfall
Hold it up between us,
this foggy mirror of bright windowless halls
But the worst is yet to come…
|
||||
6. |
Cave Town
03:15
|
|||
7. |
In Contentment
05:38
|
|||
In contentment my father stands and smiles
He turns and takes a dive
Into shallow water
As if nothing’s ever changed
We still make real memories
Follow you into the pond
I learn that it's dream water in there
He won’t speak. He won’t speak.
He won't speak. He won't speak to me.
Carrying caskets, my brother cracks a joke…
my sister cracks a rib.
Staring at someone we won’t see ever again. She won’t speak.
Even though you’ve faded away
It’s phantom as I feel your cold palm
And we all grip our chests and cry and move on and recall
She won’t say a word
She won't speak. She won't speak.
They don’t speak. They don’t speak to me
in my dreams
|
||||
8. |
The Closing Door
05:29
|
|||
Staring down the barrel’s eye
Its always looking back and talks
Telling me to come closer
There are always spaces that I will retreat to.
Hide out, forget… and learn to breath.
Glaring at the closing door.
I won’t let winter hurt me.
Only you on telescreens.
Tell it like it is. We’re all just holding up the idol.
Carrying the stone.
I am real, working.
Trying you out.
Only you.
|
Property// Montreal, Québec
Property// is a centrically electronic project that is currently local to Montréal. With its blend of modular synth, airy cello and textural guitar it can be called anything from ambient music to melancholic pop.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Property//, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp