EP

by Pantree Owl

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Pantree Owl's debut release.

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released 16 March 2010

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Pantree Owl Bloomington, Indiana

“Ambient, operatic, electroacoustic-neoclassical church music with a 1,000 year echo into the future” - @1000timesno (Temporary Residence Ltd.) Pantree Owl combines the ensemble members' passion for classical music with their modern, avant-garde and electronic influences. They wrote and recorded their first work entitled “EP” in the spring of 2010 and are finishing their second, expected in 2012. ... more

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Track Name: Horse Song
Horses and mannequins, faces in mirrors,
Remind me, they remind me.
Victorian women, my eyes fill with water,
They remind me, remind me.

The ladies say,
I can't believe what he said to you
I can't believe what he said to you
I can't believe what he said to you.

Royalty and lovers, extravagant mothers,
Remind me, they remind me.
The old chaps are whispering.
The horse song is ending.
Don't find me, don't find me.

The ladies say,
I can't believe what he said to you
I can't believe what he said to you
I can't believe what he said to you.
Track Name: Fancy Love
Blue dress, suitors in suits.
Rainbow clock, Coo-coo
Fancy love, suits you.
Father time, moves in you.

Lovely dreams,
Beautiful to you.

Night is passing fast,
through my skin.
I am running fast,
bugles call my name
Fancy love, suits you.

Lovely dreams,
Beautiful to you.
Track Name: Ambient 1
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Track Name: Babydoll/Animals
Babydoll, come to my house,
Beautiful hearts in my song box.
Sailor girls and starry dreams,
Chilly nights under kerosene

Babydoll, come to my house.

Curly hair hides her eyes,
White flags run through the sky.
Take my hand and I'll show you.
Take my hand and I'll show you.

Babydoll, come to my house.

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The animals are never coming out.
The bells ring as the gates swing in the old boulevard
Their furry feet hurry scurry, underground.

The elephant is going down to the ground.
He's swindling girls with pretty faces,
french kisses.

The elephant is going down
He's going down to the ground.