Spirit World Filler [a​-​side]

by Fake James

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released August 27, 2016



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Fake James Calgary, Alberta

Fake James is an emerging indie artist in Canada, on the heels of his independent debut release, mixed by his good friends Adam Jason and Chris Sunberg in Calgary. James features other local artists Clint Baker, Heather Adam, and Connor McTavish. Expect variety and originality from the sultry mix of vocals, the steady bass, smooth percussion, tidy guitar, and swirling synth. ... more

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Track Name: Dreading Weather
You're not alone; we're in the room. Nobody move: I've never felt better. You're out on your own, you're learning to cope, and nobody knows.

If you're dreading the weather, it's hard to bring you back, where all that I offer has already been had. But if you're dreading the weather, baby don't look back; chinook in December - what are the chances of that?

I steal the rhythm of your hips on mine, I see your clouds under my toes in the sky. Don't remind me if I get too high, though you know I took a line off your chest last night.
Track Name: Slak
It's like we collided, shared this sentiment, and on the outside, we had to separate. The feeling survived, it lives in both of us - as we flourish simultaneous. Lay there beside me, wrapped in my arms; the son of suspicion will know no alarm. Top of her head, to me the vision is clear: I leave on the cusp, and darling list on the pier.

There's a place that I don't go, if I showed you, you just might know: all the secrets that I keep, they are tearing at the seems. There's a voice that I don't speak, and there's a song that I don't sing - if you knew just what I mean, I would see you in my dreams. There's a chase that I won't cut to, a choice that I can't undo - you came all this way to see me, but in this cold I've lost all feeling. The bird that cannot fly, see the ice fall from its arctic eye; hold you in the balance, cut you from the valence.

I said: army green unzip for me all your Polish, all your badass, all your symmetry. All the old kings, and the new kings, they milk for me; smile, and stay with royalty. Spin to the mirror, you'll want to drop your head; pen to the biology notes instead.
Track Name: _afterhand
I love this girl, trusted her with my heart, she took it back to Montreal and now we live in two places apart. But she'll be home on the 29th, kicking her heels, and I'll be waiting at the airport, hoping she feels me with her heart this time - she can give me the feels. I hope this time she can give me the feels
She'll be yours. Wait two weeks, and she'll be yours; fourteen sleeps and she'll be yours; sacred sheets and she'll be yours, baby - ohh, oh she's yours. To be yours: all she wants is to be yours; cause all she knows is to be yours; she taught herself just to be yours, baby - ohh, oh she's yours.
All I do is gravitate to you, cut off my hair just to prove my dear it's not about me, baby, it's about us, and we could give it all up in a moment of lust. I said: "all I do is gravitate to you..."
She's into it, but she don't need me to be intimate; just expect me to be into it, when all I need is to be intimate - from so far away (she's into it).
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