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antipode
03:23
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Show me the antipode of my soul. It has wandered,
And I want as far away as I can go, just for the day.
Give me an antidote for my thoughts, I have pondered,
On too much dying in too many ways.
Tell me an anecdote for my human spirit, I need to hear it.
It might not help me but it may.
Answer me honestly, ancestral odyssey:
Will I live another day?
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dreadful sorry clemency
03:40
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Door dances, there’s winter on the wind - it’s really comin’ in.
I took chances on some new romantic spin, patience for love is growin’ thin.
I’m dreadful sorry, clemency. The city’s taken you from me.
‘Reduced your sleek white velvet sleet to brown slush trampled by the feet of apathy.
Pushed so far beyond my reach. I’m dreadful sorry, clemency.
A stone thrown, a crow flown may roam to all I’ve known before I can hope to make it home.
Woe is me, I cannot be saved. Bad poetry and Burma Shave.
Oh, my darlin’ clemency, the city’s taken you from me.
Televised for all to see your scene, white noise on a cracked and polished screen.
Put on display for all but me, oh, my darlin’ clemency.
Door dances, there’s winter on the wind - it’s really comin’ in.
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apropos
03:46
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I propose, I propose prose,
None but fitting lines for these modern times.
So it goes, so they say ‘so it goes’, so here goes;
Here goes nothing but the woes of my lows.
I suppose love through loudness grows,
All my susurrus fuss must be such a bust.
Am I a commodity in this age of self-love?
An unspoken oddity so often dreaming of you, You. YOU!
Scream to mine, funny valentine,
Will it be country line or firing line?
Sotto Voce: no one but you knows me,
A silent suicide in a wild world tried.
Sun creeps rearranged, feeling deathbed strange,
Home on the range, house on the mange.
Am I a commodity in this age of self-love?
An unspoken oddity so often dreaming of you, You. YOU!
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fourth floor blues
03:03
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Once you’ve crossed the Dufferin Bridge,
You’ve gone too far, kid.
I am the ugly white man on the fourth floor of the ugly white building,
With too little time on his hands and not enough planned,
Too little planned.
I’m half drunk all the time and I eat when and what I can,
Straight out of a stranger’s hands in convenience stores at three A.M.
Where they serve beer-cold-ice but can’t serve ice-cold-beer
‘cause the liquor laws are different here.
I claim to be homegrown but I’ve only ever truly grown in the absence of my home.
Maybe that’s what home is; maybe home is absence.
Maybe that’s what home is, what all I’ve ever known is.
Maybe that’s what home is.
I claim to be homegrown but I’ve only ever felt at home in the darkened wake of the open road,
Where nothing could combat with the deep, dizzying static,
The deep, dizzying static – maybe that’s what home is.
Maybe home is absence.
I claim to be homegrown but these days I just want left alone.
‘Cause there ain’t no growth in darkness; Ain’t no home on vicious cliffs.
So feed me to this violent city where there’s nothing to displace my carbon from me,
Unto anything of beauty, or unto anyone that knew me.
‘Cause out here on Queen and Dufferin I’ve been keen on sufferin’.
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edgewise
04:23
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Now everything is coming up cankerous roses,
It seems everything is coming down.
The bittersweet reality that gravity imposes.
It’s for me whom that cold, chrome bell tolls now.
‘Cause I just can’t get my silence in edgewise,
Disquietude’s dripping from some dull, damaged knife.
Recanted romance, my requiem’s been compromised.
These folks is having, they’s havin’ the time of their life.
Marionette me, the strings that keep me on my feet,
Are the same chains to which Marley’s ghost is bound,
And as I stand at center stage a thought will not escape me,
The strings that hold me up are the chains that hold me down.
‘Cause I just can’t get my silence in edgewise,
Disquietude’s dripping from some dull, damaged knife.
I think my thoughts. I drink myself Tanqueray-rosy.
A word to the wise – stay silent and hide.
Burdened by this strange ideal that nobody knows me.
Live harder in a faster time. Hard liver and a bastard’s eye.
‘Cause I just can’t get my silence in edgewise,
Disquietude’s dripping from some dull, damaged knife.
Recanted romance, my requiem’s been compromised.
Tell me, darling, are you having the time of your life?
Tell me, darling, are you having the time of your life?
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tragedy
05:30
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Tragedy befalls me, tragedy befalls us all.
Memory calls on me, on that which I cannot recall.
I was on the mend. I needed a dear friend, dear.
I was at my wit’s end - my wit’s end; which end of my wits was unclear.
I was afraid to die.
But more than dying I feared not living.
More than unliving, not having lived.
I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven.
I’m reworking my narrative.
History is grand, history’s appalling.
The appalling is upon us, siren song is calling.
Sadly where I stand, many folks have fallen.
Many women, many children.
They almost did ‘em all in.
And they all was afraid to die.
But more than dying they feared not living.
More than unliving, not having lived.
I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven.
I’m reworking my narrative.
Proudly where I fall, many good women stood,
Many children, many men, all for a greater good.
And they all was afraid to die.
But more than dying they feared not living.
More than unliving, not having lived.
I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven.
I’m reworking my narrative.
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maybe maybellene
04:23
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You're dancing with death,
Booze, smack, cocaine, and methamphetamines.
You've got too much left, yeah, your ears are still wet,
You're the perfect shade of blue and green.
It's hard to accept death, harder yet to expect it.
Please wake, my love, from sleepless fever dream.
And if we make this out alive, let's take a drive to the country side.
I'll kiss you amidst the evergreens.
Maybellene, we should set it aside 'til us guys and gals get to feeling less small.
Maybe, Maybellene, we should quit thinking the whole world's against us when we're here after all.
Ain't we here after all?
You let your genius slip on each fateful acid trip.
They could sense your brilliance despite your best resilience.
We've drank our weight in Jameson, 'seen hell and halcyon -
It's important now to know the difference.
Maybellene, we should set it aside 'til us guys and gals get to feeling less small.
Maybe, Maybellene, we should quit thinking the whole world's against us when we're here after all.
Ain't we here after all?
Your sister's been calling; she's worried; I'm sorry;
Thought you'd wanna' know.
Every morning I wake fearing news of that case-closed-do-si-do they call overdose.
Maybellene, we should set it aside 'til us guys and gals get to feeling less small.
Maybe, Maybellene, we should quit thinking the whole world's against us when we're here after all.
Ain't we here after all?
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8. |
kamouraska
06:04
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I met you by the river’s edge. It was devastating paradox.
My lips were cold, my face was wet with January’s frost.
But I felt fire, didn’t I, daddy?
I felt fire, didn’t I, dear?
Did you conspire to madden me?
I will not retire to such adamant fear.
So I killed you then by the river’s edge like you done to me so many times before.
You were the man I called my love. You were the man that I adored.
But you ignited a fire. Didn’t you, love?
By which you’ve burnt and expired. Haven’t you, dear?
Stole my flesh, reduced my blood, my love, my blood right from me.
Now I’ll be running all of my years.
But in a way I always have just as the river has and will,
Whose water rolls below the ice wherest your blood will swill,
In the roil of earth’s royalty. My first love, my first kill.
I left you then, I let you go in January’s chill.
But I felt fire, I felt thrill.
If it ain’t time that gets you, you know irony will.
I felt fire, I feel fire still.
The truest of fires, true love for a true kill.
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