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Letter to Narcissus
03:29
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As he nears the end of his life
He will see her face
In every flower
Growing through the cracks
Of a secret walkway
That takes him back, back, back, back, back
To the enamoured door
Of his all-consuming art
He'll recall his vacant affection; his narcisstic neglection
Of her love
And then he'll stumble and fumble for his keys
As she looks inside him, and sees
The same old husk of a heart
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I need to get back to Killdeer Ridge
And let the trees throw shade at my darkness
The leaves of my mind are falling still
Like monarch wings on a radiator grill
Last July the west wind broke free
And went on a boredom killing spree
I took shelter in the valley below
And thought about the things that have laid me low
I thought about the things that have laid me low
The year before that it was me and you
We sat up high and drank a few
You took a look at the sky of my mind
And drew up constellation lines
Perseus and the Northern Crown
Then you drew yourself down in the ground
And when I asked if it was true
Well you just gave me that look I knew
You just gave me that look I knew
I need to get back to Killdeer Ridge
And let the trees throw shade at my darkness
The leaves of my mind are falling still
Like monarch wings on a radiator grill
Monarch wings on a radiator grill
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3. |
Halloween in Paradise
02:40
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Life is a Halloween candy apple on the evening news
The one that put the razor blade in the mouth of Little Boy Blue
Who just last year found out he was dying
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Life is a Halloween piñata on the evening news
The one that blew up in the sweet trusting face of Little Bo Peep
Who lost her family in a tenement fire
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and can't tell where to find them
Life is a Halloween garden party on the evening news
The one crashed by the gun crazed father of Mary:
a child in the crossfire of divorce
Mary Mary Quite Contrary
How does your garden grow?
Life plays out like a nursery rhyme
People get hurt all the time
There' only so much
Anyone can do
Life plays out like a nursery rhyme
People get screwed all the time
There's only so much
Anyone can do
On and on the trouble goes
Where it stops
Nobody knows
Maybe it'll stop in the parking lot...
Yeah, maybe it'll stop in the parking lot
That was made when they paved
Paradise
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Tomorrow on my way to work
I'm gonna need to keep my feet warm
They're calling for freezing rain
And it's a long commute
But at least I get paid for my travel time
I really need the money
And if my feet get cold I don't know what I'll do
When it happened last I was on a roof
I've never been good with heights
I guess I shouldn't lie in my interviews
But that's just the way it's done around here
Where the hay doesn't see the sun
Anyway, the roof was four storeys high
High enough for me to see the future
High enough for me to see an old man on a bench
Thinking of his past
And all the years that he cashed
Like so many paychecks
He was hunched over and alone
And when he turned his head he fixed me
With an eviscerating stare
That made me dizzy
My feet went cold inside my boots
As I made my way down from the roof
But today is always louder than the future
So I fixed my car and took another job
And now I'm looking at a long commute
Down a winding graveyard of a highway
But at least I get paid for my travel time
At least I get paid for my travel time
At least I get paid for my travel time
At least I get paid
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5. |
The Ancient Side of Love
04:17
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David gathered what he could
And drove down to the bank
Smiled wanly at the teller
And withdrew all his cash
He was an amateur astronomer
Tracking an NEA
For the better part of a month
He was sure that what he found
Wasn't just a city destroyer
Or a continental killer
It was a civilization ender
The catastrophic implications
Of his discovery
Started messing with his mind
And it wasn't very long
Before he became
An unhinged alcoholic
With nothing left to lose
So there he was down at the bank
Staring into Christine's eyes
She was a very pretty teller
And patient too
And a little naive
And at times
Perfectly spontaneous
As Christine counted David's cash
Which was about a hundred grand
David launched into the story
Of the civilization ender
That he aptly named Goliath
And Christine took every word
At face value
The look of shock in her eyes
Strengthened his resolve
And he asked her if she might like
To see the ancient ruins of Europe
In the time
They had left
Christine was single in a job that was unfulfilling
And she'd never been overseas
So with all things considered, she said, "Yes."
And then she said, "Please, take me to Paris."
"And then take me to Greece. And everywhere in between."
David stuffed the cash into a satchel
As Christine grabbed her things
And even though Goliath was a flyby
They still found their way
To the ancient side of love
They still found their way
To the ancient side of love
They still found their way
To the ancient
Side of love
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She is my Cocaine
03:13
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The bleeding edge of reason
Delineates the lines
Reason is a razor
And then her eyes invade my mind
War-torn eyes
Impossible eyes
And all at once I know
Exactly what I need to say
She is my cocaine
She slams into my brain
Just the same
Life is a writer
Pissing on my grave
Laughing at the epitaph
Underneath my name
"Paradise birds were to blame'"
For unavoidable mistakes
Unforgettable mistakes
Mistakes that always run
Through the blue gutters
Of my veins
She is my cocaine
She slams into my brain
Just the same
Her mind is undiscovered; a temple in the jungle
Pine resin burns upon the steps
As shadows dance to castanets
She calls me in
And I go in
And there she is
Bathed in a violet flame
She is my cocaine
She rambles through my brain
She slams into my brain
She rambles through my brain
She slams into my brain
Just the same
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7. |
Albatross Tears
04:18
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All summer long his sails were full
Of her charms and affection
And with a red sky every night
He moved along in her direction
Toward those western lands
That she whispered of so fondly
When he found himself weakened
By the sea's volatilities
He relied upon the words
She strung together like pearls
Words that kept him warm
Like whiskey
When the nights grew cold
And it rained the tears of an albatross
Perched upon a makeshift cross
That held a ragged sail, woven
With his hopes and dreams
As winter made an entrance
Without the promise of spring
Without the promise of anything at all
But the big sleep
So he laid himself down
And looked above his naked feet
To where the western lands were soon to be
Rippling in the distance
Like a highway, rippling in the heat
And then he closed his eyes
At the frozen sky
As a voice came sweetly singing
A lullaby
With words
Murmured so soft:
Meet me at the jubilee
Where the music plays endlessly
And together we can revel, revel, revel
Ourselves free
Meet me at the jubilee
Where the music plays endlessly
And together we can revel, revel, revel
Ourselves free
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quick forest Kingston, Ontario
quick forest is a conversation between friends in a city reclaimed by nature, several decades after the end of the world
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