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The Best Coast (Sunday Morning)

from The Best Coast EP by Chris Page

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Through a blown tube receiver
I swear I still hear her
‘Til the end when my spirit breaks again.
Sweet fits of laughter
And the love songs I’m after
Are still in those cassettes I got from you.

The best coast
Is the one you dream of most
It was hard to tell
If I’d remember it well
But I remember it well
Cause I liked the salt in my eyes
With Dead Moon to light up the night
As I’d drive to clear my mind.

You’re a scene stealer
And a faith healer
In the end
When we fall in love again.

The best coast
Is the one you drive to most
And the freak scene
Was an indie punk routine
In a casual dream
And I liked the salt in my eyes
With dense fog to drove through the night
To get inspired and call 422 FIRE.

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from The Best Coast EP, released September 1, 2023

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Chris Page Ottawa, Ontario

Songwriting for indie garage bands Expanda Fuzz, The Stand GT, Camp Radio, and all these folk songs I strum quietly to myself, just below the din.

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