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Return to Sender
04:35
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Return to Sender
If you see me for anything more than I am
I’m begging you please look again
Lock me up in the tallest of towers
Until I let my hair down braided with wilted flowers
And you’ll skeptically climb with your low expectations
There pacing I’ll be cursed with my lack of patience
And you’ll see me trembling and holding my breath
The truth’s in this brick room with four poster bed
If you see me for anything more than I claim
Please slam the door in my face
Heavy footsteps will prove that you’re gone
Disappointed eyes will fade from my memory before long
Give me time and I’ll try to become
Timid and fragile, a beaten dog or newlywed nun
Pictures I wish I’d drawn, songs I wish I had sung
Talking shit to the walls where no medals are hung
If you see me, if you see me again
Biased opinions changed over time
And new insecurities eat me alive
Well I am still thirsting, and I am still thinking
But I’ve yet to take comfort in solitary drinking
And if there is something I think you should hear
You’d better systematically shun me
Or lend me your ear
If you see me, if you see me again
I might not be the same person that you remember
But I won’t be labeled return to sender
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UpRooted
03:27
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upRooted
I know I’m meant to have roots
Stand here unmoving
Propagate offspring to surround me as I watch them grow ring by ring
And follow in my lack of footsteps
The elders tower over me
Leaning in protectively
And whisper of the things they see in distant lands so far out of reach
My curiosity peaks
But their descriptions are bleak and they warn
Of leafless monsters that reject the sun
And of permanent clouds of grey
That never weep their sorrows away
Never weep them away
But I’ve always felt the sky tugging
Soil churning and turning
Vacuoles crenated and thirsting to drink
From the greatest of lakes and the freshest of creeks
And shrink in the salty ocean
Well something tells me that for this old soul
Things haven’t always been so arboreal
That it knows to stalk, to pounce, to crawl
Senses keen and claws retractable
Feathers stretched out wide to split the wind
Eddys whirling off of dancing fins
Neural pathways taking it all in
No photosynthesizing
No photosynthesizing
Cause you can be stable and change your colours seasonally
Even bear it all in the cold
But there’s some benefit to losing your mind
Just a little bit I’m told
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Kirov
03:57
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Kirov
There’s always been a healthy fear
Glance over the shoulder there and here
Now in the still icy air
You see breath fog everywhere
CHORUS
Was I allowed to breathe
Life into this masterpiece
Just to have it dragged away by the throat
Red scarf trailing
They always worked alone at first
Social rejects eager to quench their thirst
But even the loners will
Work together for the right kill
CHORUS
So innocent now in your sleep
In proverbial fields of sheep
How can I protect you from the way it works
What if I can’t hide you from the wolves that lurk?
CHORUS
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Carmanah Lighthouse Keeper
I am the keeper of this place
I tell its story and I’ve seen its face
Track every seaborne vessel it has guided through this lonely sea
On whiskey-stained pages with no living souls intent to read
Squid ink and bioluminescent flashes
Breaching beasts interrupt the rhythmic crashes
CHORUS
All my life I’ve been living in this lighthouse
Each storms fury brings me so much glory
Waiting for that next shipment of
bottles to arrive with hawk-like eyes (2x)
Slow growth the ocean demands
Do you remember when you used to take my hand
We’d explore the dark and lonely caves long battered by the salty spray
Climb winding stairs dreaming of explorers come from far away
Until the spell faded and you felt an urge
To leave on that eternal misguided search
CHORUS
My blood is drained and this salt and malt is creeping in
Body’s crooked and fingers are bent
Think of leaving for the city where I can find a place to stay
In a room above an old bar and drink my last days away
But if you came looking for me
There’s only one place my son you’ve ever known me to be
So I’ll end my life here living in this lighthouse
With each storms fury I relive my glory days
Patiently waiting for the
wind to bring your voice ears like a spies (2x)
Bottles to arrive with hawk-like eyes
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The Girl Whose Hair Was on Fire
There once was a girl her hair was on fire
And her eyes were alive with un-quenched desire
She was given a bad apple so she swallowed the seeds
They settled inside her and grew into trees
Now the grandest of these settled in her heart
And wouldn’t stop growing love once it had start
Her brain tree budded creativity
And let her see things that others couldn’t see
Long giving branches rose from her palms
To extend the inspired reach of her arms
From the tree on her tongue there were leaves that blew
On her voice to spread words both eloquent and true
But two of these seeds were as bad as they come
And they settled themselves deep into her lungs
Their roots ran deep and they tried to choke out
The life from the tree growing in her heart
Now there was a boy somewhere far away
Whose lung trees were growing stronger each day
But unfortunately he suddenly found
His grand heart tree had been chopped down
He cried when he knew that the end was near
But then suddenly he had an idea
He said “Find me a girl whose hair is on fire
And whose eyes are alive with un-quenched desire
Uproot these beings that give me breath
And plant them into her chest”
“Then tell that girl with the flame anew
To go out and live her life for two
And whatever may happen know that this is true
I lived a little longer because of you”
There once was a girl eyes alight with desire
And nothing could stop her spreading fire
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Lost Causes
02:54
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Lost Causes
Save the bears, save the whales
What does that entail?
Sign me up for whatever won’t be sending me junk mail
Children are crying out in the streets
But keep those wailing faces away from me
Send me a profile and photo in a letter
White Christmas card proves our holidays are better
Much too busy to find out what the cause is
And I’m getting too old for lost causes
Hand blank cheques to the strangers with the clipboard
Just to show our neighbors exactly what we can afford
Watch the monkeys playing with their waste
While thanking the lord that you weren’t born a beast
Take a shower and wash away the world
Scrub your dirty fingers till the water runs cold
Much too tired to find out what the cause is
And I’m getting too old for lost causes
Colonize, imperialize, let misguided souls be
Pointed in the path of the convert zombies
Fill all their empty hearts with fire
Then hose them all down with holy water
Fly across the world to gaze and gawk
So you can tell the story of your culture shock
And how you survived those dusty straw houses
And managed to find your lost causes
Lets all go get sold on lost causes
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