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MUMBO JUMBO
05:09
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living in a glass house sucking on a peppermint
redoing a reno reliving an argument
contemplating who's right who's wrong
and who's got the bigger fist
wringing hands, throwing a childish fit
...
remind yourself what are the stakes again
when you forget what is at stake again
...
anxiety hits when things are not grand
a bit removed a bit secondhand
you can't face the facts when the acts are perspective
who and why to believe is purely subjective
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a weaker heart remains
with mumbo jumbo brains
concede, admit, complain
the cycle stays the same
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ECHOES AND ARGUES
04:30
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a young man throws up, his heightened heart
and old man feings love, from first start
a glimpse of the night from a drunken mess
slept, woke and still dressed in their sunday best
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echoes in the head
argues of the mind
manufactures doubt
that builds up over time
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a young man talks in romantic verbs
quotable lust, slick glorious words
an old man aligns the lies in his head that he needs
lifesaver destroyer, trashy day dreams
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echoes in the head
argues of the mind
manufactures doubt
that builds up over time
sexual and sensual
the brain goes full conceptual
circles hang from heavy eyes
each kiss reminds
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CHINESE CIGARETTES
03:12
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chinese cigarettes, i'm always looking for those
investigating for some
hoping that i will find
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a co-worker gave me a pack said she'd save
me some cash she bought a case and they were cheap
they tasted the same i sucked them back again and again
until the day came that the pack was empty
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now they're gone and i long for them
they're gone and i long
they're gone gone and i long for them
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i've had to go back to buying regular packs
at the regular price with the tax and my jaw drops
when i add it all up what a month of smokes costs
all the cash that i've lost and my jaw drops
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4. |
UNSCATHED
05:06
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ten and two, eyes glued
to the road, that takes me back home
long day at work, head and back hurts
between the lines, making good time
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i was surprised to discover that
i had survived and was intact
unscathed
i was surprised to discover that
i had not had a heart attack
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i hate other drivers, i hate sgi
i hate lewvan and dewdney
i'm filled to the brim with despise
i wanna be home safe and sound
i want everyone to not be around
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5. |
LEMONS
05:19
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wisdom is broken
and life is a grind
i feel so ground up
i feel so wise
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i'm sucking on lemons
i've got the citrus in my veins
i'm like the pulp and the rind
mostly forgot about remains
i'm sucking on lemons
i'm sucking on lemons
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white borrowed knuckles
fleeting time on my hands
inside my ribs death
i think i'll live in shorthand
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6. |
IN DIEPPE
04:12
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in dieppe i'm a stranger in a strange land
paper and concrete forms a strange man
late april snow storms, the doom it brings
and gloom of the overcast, the wind chill sting
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when will i be
sitting pretty
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i'm a drone probe zombie, i'm a cup of tea
a thin earl grey hairdo that's disappearing
i've got laugh track laughter, i am on repeat
to fill the quiet so i don't think
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in dieppe it is oddly serene
distorted calmness no-one is seen
i'm stepping out now, three point contact
the ice is forming making it's comeback
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in dieppe i'm a cold nasty crank
will a vacation fix that and it
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this life stings when i wish it would sing
in four part harmony never ending
only to hush slightly while i sleep
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this life mumbles when i wish it was concise
clear and eloquent, wise and precise
the heart beats, the ribs shake
the butterflies and bellyaches
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this life's a headache when i wish it would stop
i wish i could wake up and not sniff or cough
just be decent and not sleep it off
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the life is sour when i wish it was sweet
cinnamon compliments cloves and complete
the heart beats, the ribs shake
the butterflies and bellyaches
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8. |
WHEN I WAKE UP SCARED
05:12
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when i wake up scared
and look for comfort here is nothing there
remind myself that i'm not supposed to care
eyelids opened wide
there's a barking dog that's running wild
in the empty street that is my mind
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i am stanley cooperman
since a teen i've thought that i can
write as well or better than
but i'm just good at, adequate at
i'm shitty i'm plagiarizing
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feeling of the knives
and jumbled wire wrapped around my thighs
this bed is digging rocks into my spine
there's nothing i can do
the cat's a whirling dervish in the room
stuck awake in the jaws of the moon
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how do you ask the neighbours
to tip toe ever so light
around the bits and pieces
that were your private life
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when i wake up scared
all i want is all i want is you
when i wake up all i want is you
when i wake up scared
all i want is all i want is you
when i wake up all i want is you
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the Lambta Da's regina, Saskatchewan
The music's expression is paradoxically less solar and extraverted than the character of the seasons would lead us to believe. More than strength or richness there is an intensity, a sensation replete with freshness and firmness, which is remarkable. This deep and confident presence that persists over time becomes the memory of the music, possibly for always. ... more
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