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Begin Again
02:03
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Begin again each day anew
and shed what no longer serves you,
Forgive yourself for "your faults"
Go where your soul is leading.
Find the reason you are here,
Is it to make others lives new?
Follow your feet down this path,
There you will meet you.
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Blueberries, blue balls,
Blue ridge mountains and blues clues
Smiley face, smiling at me
from the top of a pine tree
A narcissistic sneer
Fuck it all 'cause it'll fuck you anywho
I adore someone I barely know
but I know so fucking well
Time isn't real
Dogs are rad
You are hot
Period.
Orange door hinged, mom's spaghetti
Bovine bevvies under a hot sun
Mostly bones these days
Cold in Toronto
Ghost boast, lost in the middle of oblivion
John wanted the oblivion that wasn't offered at the buffet
Trampled the bitch nettle, as should be done.
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I look in the sky and I see smirks
I'm a good person - I don't have money
Sad evil things pull you down to the ground level
Because of Jesus, I can't shop past six!
I can't help but pretend
Walking down to the central boutique
I sometimes go in and out of portals
A tightrope, immortal - maybe I'm nothing
I hope to find some water
Or coffee when I'm to have it
It's hard on people around me
Nothing again
At the end of the day I can't complain
I see it in a mirror and it disappears
I can't bear to be the toy of a god
that has no inhibitions
Someone says 'what's going on?'
I tell him it's always happened
And that he's wrong
The shaking
The Profound
The words aren't allowed in a makeshift canopy bunker.
What is cool
What is hip
What is ancient
What's a fib
I get too serious I won't be allowed
The next thing is inevitable
But I indulge, I indulge
Get a lukewarm reception from the people I care about.
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The Subtleties of Pain
02:37
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The poppies grow
Unfolding shoulder to shoulder
flowing in the wind
Under the wolf moon
And then in the blue lagoon
In the lagoon, Filip the frogs croons
Blissfully unaware of the angst of certain comfort
You made me feel all of the emotions
So all that was left was love
All that was left was love
Seeds blowing in the wind
Spring burst to life and fuck the police
Kim berries are delicious
And gentrification is not
Just ask Filip the frog in the quiet of the blue lagoon
An equinox aquarium
Full of flare and dumb
The subtleties of pain
All that was left was love
I'm missing you in all the ways I shouldn't
You are my sunshine
All that was left was love.
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The ghosts are turning off the lights
pretending they are stars
blinking patterns of goodbyes
that the moon ignores
Carry me
Never too early for the sun
Never too early for the stone
It's never too late for the sprout
It's always too soon for the light to go out
It's time to twist and shout
WINNIPEG!
Lots of talk of time and light
We don't know it'll be alright
'Cause someday we'll all be dead.
We'll be dead.
Once there was and then there wasn't
something and some way, a little
someone that made something that was
something to someone
To mean Something to Someone
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