Three Carols

by Conveyor

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1. ellery (carol no. 4)
2. rosacea (carol no. 2)
3. snow bank (carol no. 6)

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released 27 September 2011
the real conveyors as always are:
michael ryan pedron
timothy john masters
gary alan busch, jr.
evan michael garfield

recorded at 104 india st
brooklyn, ny
august 2011

mastered by t.w. walsh
copyright 2011 conveyor

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Track Name: Ellery (Carol No. 4)
i've got san francisco grass in the cuffs of my jeans
and on my way home i'll be passing thru queens
mom do you wish you were coming to see me?

ellery, ellery

and if it's right i'll have left no one
no other words hiding under my tongue
only the finest of sidewalks and warm sun

ellery, ellery

and i wouldn't be a liar if i said
the things that i remember are only in my head
and i shouldn't be a bother to a friend
but i'll be comin back some day i know

i left behind a picture i took
between the pages of a library book
a fading mem'ry of the places i'd sinned
and without that maybe i'm comin round the bend
Track Name: Rosacea (Carol No. 2)
twenty paces from my backyard
in a field i will lay you down
and the grass will be wet, you will cry
and your tears will be dew for the ground

how you wish you could get up and leave
with the ace of spades inside your sleeve
how you wish you could give it to me, but
you don't have a thing

and twenty miles from my old backyard
is a house you will run thru the woods
decorated with plaster and faces familiar
but lord, if i could

and this town is a terrible place
and it sucks the life out of your face
how you wish you could get out alive
but you've already died

wait, and wait again
i will be your friend
yes and i have loved you and i will love you again