Name: Traffic by follyandthehunter
Duration: 4 min 23 s
Description: Folly and the Hunter's song Traffic off their debut album 'Residents'

Folly and the Hunter's song Traffic off their debut album 'Residents'

Traffic

"Raising Cain" by Gregory Alan Isakov from the record "That Sea, The Gambler."  
Recorded and mixed by Morgan Harris, Moja Magic Recording.

Raising Cain by Gregory Alan Isakov

Hold On

Hayden Calnin- Comatose

Lyrics by: George Taylor
Produced by: Brett Shaw
Featuring players: Paddy Tabiner, Alex Hillman, Adenike Johnson and Aderonke Johnson
Artwork by: Ian O'Neil

Give It Up

We've Been Dreaming

Released via Believe Digital and Amalgamated Sonic Industries.

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We've Been Dreaming

Watch the official video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywblHCUm1YM

Lyrics:
I don't want to go to sleep, I don't want to be awake.
Don't want to go someplace that I cannot escape.
I don't want to be sideways, I don't want to be straight.
I don't want to go right now, I do not want to wait.

So give me tomorrow and I'll miss yesterday, 
But I won’t pretend like I know it all today.
Well I know what’s right, and I know what ain’t.
It’s hard to feel united in this here state.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to run away. 
I don’t want to turn my back or laugh in your face. 
I don’t want to preach for preaching’s sake, 
but it seems we’re sleeping in this bed we made.

So give me tomorrow and we can laugh at yesterday
but I won’t pretend there ain’t nothing wrong today.
And I don’t want to close my eyes on the progress that we’ve made
but for every inch there’s a mile of mistakes.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to be a painter anymore, not this way. 
They like what I’m saying just “change the color of the paint.” 
Would you buy my work on the worth of the frame?
It used to be I’d make everything I made.

So give me tomorrow and we can get past yesterday.
Is this one of them things, some passing phase, 
where we all get up in arms but our arms are slow to raise. 
People die, and buildings go up in flames.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to be a writer anymore, not this way.
I may as well have been an actor so you could tell me what to say.
Or maybe a marionette so you could move my arms and legs, 
I may as well drive out to Montauk on Memorial Day.

So give me tomorrow and we can get forget yesterday.
It’s this modern focus that’s so hard to maintain. 
A flash in the pan, short-term gain.
No I don’t want to be a writer anymore, not that way.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.


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Produced & Engineered by Paul Loren at Sterling Society Social Club in Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Will Hensley // Mastered by Chris Gehringer
Written by Matt Sucich / Novelty Organ Publishing (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved 2016
www.mattsucich.com

Players:
Sarah Goldstone - Piano / Synth / Vibraphone / Vocals / Wurlitzer
Brian Kesley - Bass
Paul Loren - Vocals
Kiyoshi Matsuyama - Electric Guitars
Robby Sinclair - Drums / Percussion
Matt Sucich - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals



Spotify

Montauk

Second single of the upcoming EP 'In The Rust'.

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[LYRICS]

On a train to Barcelona
With the world rushing by
Not a trace of how I knew her
From the talk around the town

To a place where I can hold her
’til I find myself asleep
How hard is to find now
When the waters run too deep

But baby, baby don’t you cry
You’re walking in a valley with a fool and so am I
Baby, baby don’t you cry
We’re looking for a meaning in abandoned areas 
A reason to believe in hiding in the rye

But all there is to find is in the rust

I know that I’ve forgotten
The kids we used to be
Stranded in a moment
Thieving highs and making scenes

’til the break of the morning
While the radio was blind
But we never said what’s needed
For I was yours and you were mine

But baby, baby don’t you cry
You’re walking in a valley with a fool and so am I
Baby, bay don’t you cry
We’re looking fo a meaning in abandoned areas 
A reason to believe in hiding in the rye

But all there is to find is in the rust

© Rehn Music Group / The Orchard

Mix: Tobias Ekqvist | Studio Sunnanå
Master: Lars Norgren

In The Rust

Worn Down By Time

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Get Up

Freedom Fry - Stronger

Folly and The Hunter is an indie folk band from Montreal. Catchy melodies, multiple harmonies and a subtly crafted mix of instruments blend to create warm and full compositions. The Montréal band are comprised of Nick Vallee, Laurie Torres, and Phil Creamer – 3 people from different backgrounds who met through the chance of a Craigslist ad. Their recorded output traces the arc of an intimate relationship: if 2011′s debut Residents represents the meet-cute; and the emotional gravity of Tragic Care (2013) is the inevitability of settling into commitment; recording their newest album Awake represents their experiences cumulating with celebratory optimism for the future.

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