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June

by Albert Salt

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1.
Intro 02:49
2.
Maybe, I 03:54
Smote by you In cherished faith Bearing wine A cold mistake Just as I Unfurled my own You flicked your eyes And cast your stone Faintly you Asked me to Prepare myself for what you’d do. I choked and walked; That was enough For me To think I fucked up Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Left me scarred and maimed Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Gave me so much pain Seeming to Expect a hand To see this through Without demand I strode back Entwined my fingers I pled, You said ‘To me - you’re dead’ Firstly you Had asked me to Perform a part Sincere and true The second time I’d had enough You see I know I fucked up Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Left me scarred and maimed Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Gave me so much pain Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Left me scarred and maimed Maybe I Hate tomorrow Cause yesterday Gave me so much pain
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Hear Me Out 04:25
4.
A child of a widower A very special son, Exploring needs of hidden form Through a masqueraded love A silent hit on radio, An ever present calm Disguised in pretty pseudonyms - All riddles come undone A trigger found, or pulled, he’d find Would prompt his fall from grace A son, a friend, a caregiver With a nameless, guiltless space A silent hit on radio, An ever present calm Disguised with doctored photographs - All riddles come undone Exploring needs of hidden form Through a masqueraded love Disguised with doctored photographs - All riddles come undone Exploring needs of hidden form Through a masqueraded love Disguised with doctored photographs - All riddles come undone Silent hit on radio An ever present calm Prior to the all exposing, Raising of their palms Victims: helpless, undeserved Watching his collapse Unbeknown to them is how Far he’d take their lapse A silent hit on radio, An ever present calm Disguised in pretty pseudonyms - All riddles come undone A silent hit on radio, An ever present calm Disguised in pretty pseudonyms - All riddles come undone
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June 05:06

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released May 3, 2014

Music - Albert Salt
Lyrics - Patrick Dower
Guitar - Oliver Paterson
Artwork - Annabelle Hayes
Mixing and Mastering - Harry Cantwell, Albert Salt

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Albert Salt Melbourne, Australia

Albert Salt personifies eclecticism in music – seamlessly spanning genres and projects of distinct variation. His classical training and musical agility have seen him perform with the likes of Client Liaison, Kele, Boy & Bear, Jinja Safari, Safia and Julia Stone. ... more

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