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Bevelers are Adria Ivanitsky, Lee Aulson
Recorded by: Colin Brandt
"Knavery" Recorded by: Walter Mitty

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released November 15, 2011

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Bevelers Portland, Oregon

"Bevelers write the kind of quiet, soulful music that can draw even the most jaded listener into a peaceful daydream. Their minimal instrumentation, enchanting harmonies and endearing demeanor can silence any room and display a mature understanding of the nuances of acoustic music."
-Benjamin Toledo
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Track Name: Fine Line
I'm happy that you've won
Go for the gold

I'll here it's cool
The cool cool breeze
Is coming through my window

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...fine
It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...fine

I'm glad you're having fun
Sail the seas

Don't send your love to me
You're no good
Don't you see?

Don't send your love to me
You're no good
Don't you see?

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...fine
It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...fine

Oh, a fine fine line
Oh, a fine fine line
Track Name: Knavery
Bend me break me
take all my things
hold me down with my teeth to the ground
forgive the forgotten and hold on to your dream of driving

oo's

crush the blue-grey sky like an ant
be the words on your tongue spilling out
before its all over
the small print sings
our foundation is filled with doubt

oo's

Jewel is looking out the window at the falling falling leaves and the colors they are changing as are we, as are we

If you know the truth wont you, set it free

oo's

If you know the truth wont you set it free
If you know the truth wont you set it free
If you know the truth wont you set it free
If you know the truth wont you set it free
Track Name: Little Seeds
Our world is not the same
and this too shall pass he said

and we are little seeds
growing vines through fences
living how we please

and our world is not the same
and this too shall pass he said

and from the language in his stiff shoulders
the air, the air went cold, cold

we are little seeds
growing vines through fences
living how we please

and our world is not the same
and our world is not the same