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Bridges

by San James

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1.
White Walls 03:49
Many words in the air Used to get me through the night My room was way too bare The walls were also too white Many words in my head They still don’t seem to come out I’ll write you a storm instead My heart’s already worn-out It seemed so real In time, I’ve seen it all Halfway to anywhere I guess this is where we meet With people everywhere A place where we shouldn’t cheat Tiny steps on the ground Don’t know where they’re coming from They’ll leave without a sound I don’t think they’re going home It seemed so real In time, I’ve seen it all All those things to feel How - I don’t recall The age of innocence Is already far away Hello, by any chance Does someone still want to play? Maybe the rules have changed Maybe I’m out of my mind Somehow I can’t explain Somehow my soul has gone blind It seemed so real In time, I’ve seen it all All those things to feel But I can’t recall Don’t want to recall
2.
One too many hints It’s just one too many hints That come knocking at the door And I’ll look through the cracks One too many signs It’s just one too many signs That cannot be ignored I swear there is no coming back I never was easy to fool But you feel so good in my bed You spin me round there Boy, you’re so vain It’s a pattern To be hunting One hundred faces In the dark It’s a pattern To be chasing One hundred faces In the dark One too many times It’s just one too many times For me to keep standing here Like there’s nothing going on One too many lies It’s just one too many white lies For me to keep acting Like I am the only one ‘Cause the teasing of their hips Burned the softest skin of them all Now you should beg and crawl For the sweet taste of my lips But it’s not as sweet anymore It’s a pattern To be hunting One hundred faces In the dark It’s a pattern To be chasing One hundred faces In the dark So I guess none of it was true So I guess none of it was true All this bullshit you put me through It’s a pattern To be hunting One hundred faces In the dark It’s a pattern To be chasing One hundred faces In the dark
3.
Stay Still 03:34
In a far away town Facing familiar glances That aren’t yours That aren’t yours In a few stranger’s beds Wrapped in these fake arms That aren’t yours That aren’t yours There, I sleep But I’m restless People come, people go They wander anywhere Between the fire and the flood People come, people go They’re gold, they just don’t know How to stay still Biting more than I can chew I am following tracks That aren’t mine That aren’t mine I’m collecting pieces And burning all those bridges That aren’t mine That aren’t mine But what’s the point I’m feeling breathless People come, people go They wander anywhere Between the fire and the flood People come, people go They’re gold, they just don’t know How to stay still Everything is moving And it’s all going too fast Why am I still craving For the hint of a spark That isn’t right People come, people go They wander anywhere Between the fire and the flood People come, people go They’re gold, they just don’t know How to stay still How to stay still How to stay Stay
4.
I can feel it in my chest I’ve been waiting for so long Don’t wanna drown in your mess Or write another love song I’m not in pain nor in distress I’m ready to dive on my own There’s no limit to giving Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts There’s no limit to living Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts But you asked me to find A little bit of trust Danger is no friend of mine When it rushes through my veins But it’s time to cross the line And start dancing in the rain Time’s no enemy of mine I’m ready to break the chain There’s no limit to giving Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts There’s no limit to living Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts But you asked me to find A little bit of trust Shaping something beautiful Is getting much harder When there’s nothing left of us There’s no limit to giving Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts There’s no limit to living Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts There’s no limit to giving Until ghosts from the past Come poke you right where it hurts But you asked me to find A little bit of trust
5.
Henry 04:30
There’s a glitch in our system Oh, still you won’t twitch at all Memories are around the corner They always get clearer with alcohol What’s up with this aftermath? There’s nothing to understand, dear It feels like the kind of sadness That makes the body melt and disappear Are we cold, cold as the golden tree Are we jinxed or something Both sinking like heavy branches Are we cold, cold as a northern sea Are we cursed and always Crashing like the waves Another flower will burn Right here at our feet Maybe it’ll finally pave the way For heavy hearts and souls made of concrete Third time’s a charm, they say And I guess we will know soon But even it’s dark baby I’m not afraid I am the moon And one day we’ll realize We don’t care as much

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Special thanks to maman, papa, David, Victor, JB and Gabfille.

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released March 9, 2018

Vocals, piano, rhodes — Marilyse Senécal
Guitars, synth, back vocals, saxophone — JB Pinard
Bass — Vidjay Rangaya
Drums, percussions — Patrice Tringle
Synth — Guillaume Guilbault
Whistle — Pete Senécal

All songs written by Marilyse Senécal
Produced by JB Pinard and Marilyse Senécal
Recorded in 2017 at Planet Studios and Studio Ohm
Sound engineer — JB Pinard
Assistant — Jacob Lacroix-Cardinal
Mastered by Richard Addison at Trillium Sound Mastering
Photos — Marie-Pier Meilleur
Graphic design — Marin Blanc

This project is funded in part by FACTOR, the Government of Canada and Canada's private radio broadcasters.

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San James Montreal, Québec

San James, c’est à la fois le bunker et l’explosion. Véritable catalogue des sentiments humains, sa musique documente l’effondrement de ces ponts que l’on croyait indestructibles, tout en nous inspirant chaque fois l’élan nécessaire pour traverser la prochaine rivière. ... more

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