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Velvet Painting
03:22
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When I get my shit together
I’ll be a force to reckon with
Possessor of self discipline
Not dreaming the day away
When I walk, a destination
Will be a part of my equation
A to B trajectory
Not wandering place to place
It’s like I’m in a velvet painting
Crying clowns and naked ladies
Children praying they don’t go to hell
Dark and lush and oh my gosh
You could just get lost
Every desire is for sale
Sometimes the leash is so light, I forget that I’m a dog
Just trying to get along
I have heard but can’t believe
A billionaire can fall sleep
Reclining on a golden heap
While others waste away
When i can get out of bed
I’ll filter out the walking dead
Repeat the mantra in my head
“To others, do what pays”
Don’t be so melodramatic
It’s just a semi automatic
Anyone can get one down the street
Glory to the CEOs
Never mind the Holy Ghost
Everybody get down on your knees
Sometimes the leash is so light, I forget that I’m a dog
Just trying to get along
Just trying to get along
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2. |
Starling to a Starling
04:02
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I'm tethered to you
Like a starling to a starling
I think I’m hypno-magnetized
The dark is looming
Won’t you do-si-do me darling?
Dance me through the twilight sky
Hallelujah
Sing the steeples that we pass
Then we dive down deep
And we hear the gutters gasp
Hallelujah
Sing the scrapers in the sky
And we never catch a penny
But we try
With you
I fly wild
My synchro-mystery
I have no existory
Before reflected in your eye
Whether near or farling
My heart’s a tethered starling
Dancing in the twilight sky
Hallelujah
Sing the maples that we pass
Then we dive down deep
And we nearly meet the grass
Hallelujah
Cry the wily satellites
And we never catch a comet
But we try
With you
I fly wild
With you
I fly wild
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3. |
Fast Romantics
04:03
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We got married on our first date
Drive through consummation by midnight
No more left being all alone
Making out with the telephone
Fell in love between fries and rings
You said let’s have everything at the same time
All at once we were peeling out
Exclaiming our wedding vows
Found a fast romantic
In a Dollarama Isle
Rows of shiny plastic
And your Dalai Lama smile
Landed in a Cul-de-sac encircling a Tamarack
Who charmed a High and oh-so-Lonesome urban planner
Guarded from all thoroughfares, a dead end loop around and there
He left her with a showy last-one-standing banner
We just paid to reserve our graves
Duplex discount at the Bargain Boneyard
Ended up scoring 2 for 1
Isn’t life a phenomenon?
Found a fast romantic
In a Dollarama Isle
Rows of shiny plastic
And your Dalai Lama smile
Found the last romantic
In a Dollarama Isle
Rows of shiny plastic
And your Dalai Lama smile
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4. |
Silver Fillings
04:13
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Why is it so hard to love?
It’s a miracle that we’re here at all
Why is it so hard to love?
Walking down Broadway minding myself,
Suddenly I’m hearing highway to hell
Stop dead in my tracks and look round in the crowd
Nobody else hears a sound
My silver fillings are sometimes receivers,
First time it happened i thought it was Jesus
Funny the things that can lead to salvation,
Holes in my teeth and a radio station
Sometimes it’s news with the who’s killing who
And a tally you can’t even fathom
Slump to the curb and just sing out the words
When they spin a familiar anthem
Why is it so hard to love?
It’s a miracle that we’re here at all
Why is it so hard to love?
One quiet night I hear, hello out there?
Don’t think you’d ever believe where I’m from
I found a way to send radio waves
Through the space and time continuum
You might be wondering if we did ourselves in
With plutonium and light sabres
Or could it be true that we learned and we grew
And our enemies became our neighbours
Our tanks and our bombs and our bombs and our guns
Completed rehabilitation
And no one remembered the words to a song
That just spun itself out of rotation
Why is it so hard to love?
It’s a miracle that we’re here at all
Why is it so hard to love?
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5. |
Night Shift
04:05
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I wake the birds
I send them off into that day
Make sure the sun’s up
Making the rounds in any way
After the nightshift
I turn the stars off one by one
I leave the moon
She’s a wily satellite
Love in the darkness
Sneaking out into the light
Even the nightshift
Is bound to catch a glimpse of sun
Wednesday morning will always be
Tuesday night to me
My quiet industry
In the hours that memories keep
The fox and owl agree
The darkest hours are not for sleep
Here on the night shift
We tuck the days in one by one
Wednesday morning will always be
Tuesday night to me
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6. |
Paramjit's Sonnet
03:51
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I won’t call you the moon
When every morning it goes away
I will not compare you to a flower’s bloom
A moment’s glory only to fade
I won’t call you a diamond
To be lost or stolen from me
Nor the taste of nectar sweet upon my lips
To thrill so briefly then disappear
To me you are a sonnet for my soul to dance within
In this way we will never be apart
A song that I’ve waited all my life so desperately to hear
Only to find that I knew all the words by heart
May the tears of sorrow flowing from my eyes
Now that I can’t feel your hand in mine
Be dried up like the autumn leaves and swept away
Across the prairie sands of time
To me you are a sonnet for my soul to dance within
In this way we will never be apart
A song that I’ve waited all my life so desperately to hear
Only to find that I knew all the words by heart
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7. |
In the Woods
04:15
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I’ve been hearing the strangest things
Not the wind through the trembling leaves
On the long walk home in the evening
I’ve been hearing the strangest things
I keep spinning to see whose there
Mournful notes I can nearly hear
And I feel it breathing in my ear
I keep spinning to see whose there
There are stories in the trees
Every ring a memory
It’s like they’re trying to find the words
Something’s stirring in the woods
Start to laugh uneasily
When I get to my property
Have a crazy feeling that it owns me
Laugh a bit uneasily
There are stories in the trees
Every ring a memory
It’s like they’re trying to find the words
Something’s stirring in the woods
If we only understood
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You’ve got something to give me
And I want to take it
After the curfew sirens
Meet me on the pavement
Don’t get caught in the streetlights
Kamikaze wings ablaze
Where a thousand tiny angels
Spiral gracefully to their graves
Trepidatious celebrations
I better make a wish
Goodness gracious, I’m just glad you’re here for this
Trepidatious Celebrations
You hand me a birthday present
Wrapped in obituaries
I tear into it with a violence
That makes you laugh hysterically
But the candlelight is fleeting
It’s as bright tonight as will ever be
And a thousand tiny angels
Wait faithfully for me
Trepidatious celebrations
I better make a wish
Goodness gracious, I’m just glad you’re here
for this Trepidatious Celebration
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9. |
Insomniac Show
03:59
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Remember when we used to smoke out by the BFI?
Sitting on a chesterfield just left outside to die
A crooked bedside table and a lamp with one good eye
It looked just like a talk show that’s on very late at night
You lived in the housing complex right across the lane
It seemed like a police car was called there everyday
Sometimes there’d be bottles we’d exchange for Beaujolais
Then interview each other with a rolled up Chatelaine
What brings you here this fine evening?
Grab a seat and watch the world explode
How can anyone be sleeping?
Welcome to the Insomniac Show
We were insubordinate humanitarians
With revolutionary plans to stick it to the man
Now i’m selling real estate and knock-off Melvin Kleins
Did you once say you loved me out beside the BFI?
What brings you here this fine evening?
Grab a seat and watch the world explode
How can anyone be sleeping?
Welcome to the Insomniac Show
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