The Farm Sessions EP

by Mormon Girls

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released December 17, 2013

The Farm Sessions EP

Recorded, Mixed and Engineered by Jesse Northey at a farm outside of Lethbridge, AB // September 27 & 28, 2013.

All songs written by M.R. Hayward, arranged and performed by Mormon Girls.

Dave Banman: Guitar
Mick Hayward: Vocals/Guitar/Synthesizer
Jon Vornbrock: Drums
Tyson Wiebe: Bass/Vocals

Thanks: Jesse Northey, Eric Amundsen(for letting Mick use your pedalboard), Dean Wilson(for letting Vorn use your drums), Quint Viskup(for letting Tyson use your amp), beer, and the rotting buffalo head for all of the smiles.

Norwegian Blue Records, 2013



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Track Name: Boy
When I was a young boy, and I had a head. When I was a young boy, I was easily affected.

Now I’m a man and I care a lot less, now I'm a man and I can't think past this.

When I explode.

© M.R. Hayward, 2013
Track Name: Bears I
When the bears decide to follow us here.

When I decide to shudder. When I decide to shudder, you’ll be gone.

©M.R. Hayward, 2011
Track Name: Fake Oceans
Maybe we'd move faster, if this road was an ocean.The fields pretend sometimes. The fields pretend sometimes, when the wind is blowing.

You shouldn't be my shoreline. You shouldn't be my shoreline. You shouldn't be my shoreline. But you are...

So ill go down with this ship. I'll go down with this ship...

One day we will stop pretending, we'll stop swimming in a fake ocean. the water is over our heads and were drowning, were drowning.

© M.R. Hayward, 2012
Track Name: City Lights Scream
Lost for words and you’re always alone, waiting for someone to pick you up.

Lights to help you drift away.

Rain is falling, you stand and let it wash away the lies and the love that hold you back.

Lights to help you drift away.

The lights of the city are waiting; screaming for life at three in the morning. You live in a glass house, without a window to jump through.

Lights to help you drift away.

© M.R. Hayward, 2008