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When I was three to five
Seems like everybody died
I just sat back and sighed
"I guess that's life"
And every road I roam
Will always take me home
But home will never be
The same place twice

No one pushed the trains
Quite like John Smith at the reins
His belle, she had the brains
But she was stern
Poppy took his turn
Now CCs heart will burn
Each time he tastes tomatoes
in the sun.

With service comes the tea
But the grief was lost on me
Sucking cubes of sugar
On the sly
When daddy speaks, he cries
For the one with the bluest eyes
For the highland pipes
A howling at the moon.

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from The Rehearsal Tapes: fall 2017, released September 21, 2017
(E. Bleich)

Guitar/shaker/vocals: Erik Bleich
Trumpet/vocals: Tristan Murphy
Violin/vocals: Cassie Norton

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Erik Bleich Toronto, Ontario

Seeking to find a place between what can sometimes feel like opposing worlds, singer/songwriter Erik Bleich creates street-lit lullabies & manic, rambling romps that wander the side streets between rural isolation and metropolitan congestion.

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