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a. AN ANALOG MIND
03:22
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i think that i simply exist
but where's the time to prove a thought out like this
days repeat and i'm an inch from the edge
the repartee of life peaking over the ledge
don't stop the record that's playing
don't you dare press rewind
don't change the radio station
i've got an analog mind
that's often thinking about
wants you to be all mine
you're my transistor baby
take that if you want as a sign
there's a cliff with fantasies when i drive
i conjure up a sudden veer then i fly
just for shits and giggles not serious
who has the time to try a thought out like this
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a. VELVET SHEETS
02:25
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you are quite the looker dear
when conversations stream
with looks divine so very clear
your confidence is seen
luxurious velvet sheets
swallow you and me
busy bodies fantasy
simultaneously
you are quite the looker dear
with winter softened skin
cuddled deep in blankets near
draw the evening thin
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a. ACCUSTOMED TOUCH
04:20
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all ends in a huff as i've had enough
it was an embrace of the past
a sip of old wine not good but just fine
how long could it possibly last
accustomed touch
the view, smell, and such
the normal things that i knew
old habits return will nobody learn
succumbed as i have through and through, through and through
torn hearts made of a pastiche of worn patchwork
could it be like it was
i'd say no and because
it ended in quite of a mess
at least that is how i remember it now
and i forgot quite a lot i confess
could it be like it was
i'd say yes and because
the times that were good they were good
at least that is how i remember it now
and i'd remember them more if i could, if i could
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4. |
a. LIKE A FATHER SHOULD
08:53
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cumbersome and a bit of anger
i would wager i have thought
on my hands and knees
for your mix, taste, and wishes
while i do the dishes, that we get along
drinking thinking please
i am sick to death again
i'm sick to death and then
i sigh reset and then
i'm sick to death again
i sigh reset and then
apologetically i am
when i am pressed to
i might speak or shut my mouth again
clear my throat again, might be masculine
momentarily
and reminded of my awkwardness
and stupidness, as i try
to teach you thing you'll need
if pain is in your world hold it in your hands
and don't let it go until a part of your heart expands
hold it in just like a father
hold it in just like a father
hold it in just like a father should
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i've had photos in my mind
conjured up but never took
half finished projects scattered bout
now out of mind no time to look
i will only let you down
i am the ink inside the book
of the poem i tried to commit
i am the endless endless struggle
and the moment that i quit
i will only let you down
in a pinch, in a squeeze, in a moment of need
in a bind, in a jam, when you need a hand
trading amps for mountain bikes
not a passion just a like
brushing, flossing, whitening
getting old is frightening
in a pinch, in a squeeze
in a moment of momentary need
in a bind, in a jam
when you find out who i really am
i will only let you down
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6. |
b. THE LENNY SONG
02:49
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it wasn't what i would expect
if i had to guess what would happen next
i sat you down i said his name
i said we won't see him again
i thought you'd cry as i was
and i thought we'd both because
don't we feel the same father and son
it was the first loss that you had
your rag-doll cat and now your dad
sat you down said this was serious
i thought you'd cry as i was
told you the news that lenny died
said he got sick and that we tried
but he got sick and now he's passed
i waited to see if you would ask
a question about anything
i looked at you for anything
but nothing came and now i don't
know what i am crying about
it's getting hard i'm getting scared
i think i need to be more aware
i thought you'd cry as i was
and i thought we'd both because
don't we feel the same father and son
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b. IMAGES, MOMENTS TOO
04:53
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tender hands bring me dreams
that were born in the past
trinkets keepsakes and things
that never seem quite to last
now does my memory nod
because i'm trying to forget
never does it quite work
i'm stuck with these silhouettes
of what i've done along these years
i see you still
images, moments too
i see you still
images, moments too
i wanna kill
unhook the view
images, moments too
the hands that were clasped
the quivering lip
human errors were made
minds were made and then flipped
fragments i can recall
evil brutal and worse
my body dripping of sweat
trying to detox a curse
of what i've done along these years
i'm scratching the bites
the mosquitoes left
two days after we
left amber and jeff's
piece of bushes and trees
piece of quiet and calm
i swam across the stream
with rising steam off my arms
what i've done along these years
i would not undo
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b. I'M GOOD OR I'M FINE
04:02
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where will you take me on this moonlit eve
which direction through the darkened streets
with cigarettes up your silken sleeve
why did you ask me to submit my needs
after laughter there's a sullen sigh
when laughs expired and you eyes met mine
i said my god you look divine
you broke the gaze and took a sip of wine
i'm good or i'm fine
feels like death
you said my dear where will you take me now
which direction through this darkened town
which needs of mine have any yet you found
i'm growing tired and i'm feeling down
though quite abrupt and to the point
things i typically tend to avoid
all i mustered was anywhere you'd like
you replied i think i'd like to be alone tonight
i'm good or i'm fine
feels like death
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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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