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Popping bubbles in the asphalt like we were twelve years old
Take on the world, ready to break the mould
Glint in your blue eyes as if on cue
When I first met you
Loose matchsticks in your overall pocket
Scheming clandestine plans with bottle rockets
Shoestring daydreams bought with nickels and dimes
An adage of the times
Just like heathers last two cigarettes
Tucked in the pocket of my old jean jacket
Day old coffee and a mile of regrets
Thinking about Heather’s last two cigarettes
Dial from a pay phone, had to call collect
Palmed two quarters, all it took was credit
I had the cash, but couldn’t recall your number
Like I could when we were younger
Sometimes it just feels right, or maybe most times it’s wrong
If I forget the words, can I still hum along?
Yet to decide if I’ll stay or I’ll go
Thought that you would like to know
Just like Heather’s last two cigarettes
Still in the freezer from before she left
Day old coffee and a mile of regrets
Holding Heather’s last two cigarettes
I recall a conversation we once had
“Friends make friends stiff drinks when they’re feeling sad,
Could I fix us a G&T’s to pass the time
Promise this time I won’t forget the lime”
Just like Heather’s last two cigarettes
Tucked in the pocket of that old jean jacket
Day old coffee and a mile of regrets
Smoking Heather’s last two cigarettes
Down to it all, down to the last straw
I smoked it all, save for the last two draws
But if I tried we could stretch it to two
One for me and one for you
And if you’d like we could stretch it to two
One for me and one for you
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On & On
05:31
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Myths are build, bought and sold
Legends born or so I'm told
From the tales that travel far on the open road
On your final dollar, is a last resort
Be quick as a whip on the old asphalt
You’ll need quite the wit to hit what’s in the motherlode
We all want to make something out of nothing
I felt the changing of the season
Shift the rain on into snow
Those dirt road highway lamentations
Whispered lore I did not know
And it goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Long after you’re gone x2
I had the right idea, the wrong execution
Went soul searching for a solution
Held a compass in the palm of my hand
Dirt roads riddles may have answers
There’s no rhyme or reason for seasoned grifter
You know there’s no forgiveness left to this land
And the needle kept spinning aimlessly
I felt the changing of the season
Shift the rain on into snow
Those dirt road highway lamentations
Whispered lore I did not know
And it goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Long after you’re gone x2
Give me a sign
A burning bush
Excavate the deadfall
Give one final push
The past smoulders out
As a lacklustre haze
Stretches out far beyond
Those long forgotten days
To feel the changing of the season
Of the woe that was foretold
Wait for those highway lamentations
Shift the grass from blue to gold
And it goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Long after you’re gone x4
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Slow it down, Honey
To a breathable pace
Account for every movement
We’re not in it to race
Kindness and patience
Is desired, is sought
Feed what is required
Discard what is not
Stir in what’s called for
Set aside the rest
It may get messy
Trust the process
Fold what is needed
No need for surprise
A watched pot never boils
Let rest, let it rise
Slow it down, Sweetheart
There’s no means to an end
No need to rush, Dear
Let it heal let it mend
Your work is almost ready
Let it rise, let it grow
Your heart will heal in time, Love
Let it warm, let it glow
Slow it down, Darling
Let go of all the doubt
It’s not about the linear
Breathe it in, breathe it out
Slow it down, Honey
Take stock in what you know
Trust in how you got here
Don’t be afraid to take it slow
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Light Again
03:28
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Pointed
poignant
Disjointed
Atonement
I’ll wait for dawn to break
The moon to finally wane
The darkness of the day
Overcome what cannot stay
Lets go and get drunk on light again
- it has the power to console
Restore
Devour
Make whole
This hour
Weave through the streets
By foot, under the moon
Reflections left for wanting
Of the brightness to be full
Lets go and get drunk on light again
- it has the power to console
Lets go and get drunk on light again
- it has the power to restore
Lets go and get drunk on light again
- it has the power to restore
Lets go and get drunk on light again
- it has the power to restore
(Chorus is a Georges Seurat quote)
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Pour Me A Cup
04:24
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Pour me a cup
To stave off the cold
Something warm and familiar
Something to hold
This is a prayer
A new days begun
Liminal and holy
Like a new song
Spoons clink in silence
A sonnet of sorts
No ones an island
Every ship needs a port
Pour me a cup
If I could be so bold
Something warm and familiar
Something to hold
Juniper, the coastline
Your windswept face
Reminds there’s a time
A time and a place
To light a dictionary ablaze
Engulfing your name
Leave poets grasping
For words, flankers and flame
Pour me a cup
Don't leave me dry
We could part the sea
Where our ship meets the sky
Pour me a cup
More precious than silver
Liminal and holy
brings light through this winter
Pour me a cup
To stave off the cold
Something warm and familiar
Something to hold
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Libraries
05:22
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It was under the overpass
You gesture so cavalier
Just beyond my view of frame
The architects didn’t account for the weight of the books
Let the queen take the rook,
All those letter, words soon to be lost, oh what a needless shame
Said we’d be like Venice one day
In all of its downfall and none of the fame
When I asked what you had meant
Clarify your thoughts of all the things
you said, “it was sinking and that’s for certain”
Did Alexandria turn to fight
before her kingdom burned away
Were there onlookers from land, it’s hard to say
Or did Atlantis sink in a blink, did they sit or did they stand
When were they finally forced to look away?
All those pages all those books, hungry eyes, forgotten looks
Masts and ships fall to the sea, erode away eventually
Torn pages faded stories, deceased sages, unsung glories
Lost in forgotten shores, voracious minds (are) left wanting more
Said we’d be like Venice one day
In all of its downfall and none of the fame
Can you match what you have heard with the words I’ve never said
Has the absurd taken up lodgings in your head
Did Alexandria turn to fight
before her kingdom burned away
Were there onlookers from land,it’s hard to say
Or did Atlantis sink in a blink, did they sit or did they stand
When were they finally forced to look away?
Was Plato in a cave expecting to be saved
As the light it burned did he prefer the shadows anyways?
Blank pages, a sacred pause
Silences that fucking gnaw
At the heartstrings of the gaping mouths
That know not what to say
That we’d be like Venice one day
In all of its downfall and none of the fame
After finishing a painting, relief in unmasking the unknown
before sadness takes it toll, slowly seeps into your bones
In upholding what once was, what sort of mercy have I caused?
What do I do when the art is separate from me and now I am alone?
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