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Raven's Nest
03:09
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Undergrowth - It never looked so good.
Underpass - I never thought I could.
In my head - We stayed at home and read.
Now am here, now I’m alive instead.
A wrote postcard that’s never sent,
Won’t magnify the discontent.
I tried to book based on instincts,
But failed to recognise the link,
The common themes, connected steps,
Revolving doors and spider’s webs,
One bad choice just leads to the next,
One wrong turn and you flex and you flex and you flex. (2)
Undergrowth - It never looked so good.
Underpass - I never thought I could.
In my head - We stayed at home and read.
Now am here, now I’m alive instead.
Roll the suitcase to the gate,
The pilot’s in an awful state.
At Inishmor and ‘Bofin too,
He dipped the wing at Uluru.
Then Brisbane in the lashing rain,
When it stopped I felt human again.
On Monday morning I’m polite,
But I lose my way by Friday’s flashing lights.
Roll the suitcase to the gate,
The pilots in an awful state.
At Inishmor and ‘Bofin too,
He dipped the wings at Uluru.
Undergrowth - It never looked so good.
Underpass - I never thought I could.
In my head - We stayed at home and read.
Now am here, now I’m alive instead.
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2. |
Beach Light
03:41
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When dealing with a host of issues,
It’s waiting in the wings again.
Inspiration’s end game,
Imaginations penned.
The tears, the pain, the terror,
Evidently leaves a leaves a scar.
But something’s coming back for your,
Creative reservoir.
Take a long deep breath,
Take a long deep breath.
Please let the sand, run through our hands.
Beach lights on land, you can’t withstand.
Breath and understand, the boats we use are secondhand.
Breath and understand.
Breath and understand!
Over on the Georgia Islands,
Tommy was the guiding light.
They looked to him for courage,
They sing for him tonight .
Take a long deep breath,
Take a long deep breath.
Please let the sand, run through our hands.
Beach lights on land, you can’t withstand.
Breath and understand, the boats we use are secondhand.
Breath and understand.
Breath and understand,
That when they were on the slopes,
You were on the slopes.
And I understand
That when they got off the shore
They went to war. (5)
The tears, the pain the terror.
Evidently leaves a leaves a scar,
But somethings coming back for your
Creative reservoir.
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3. |
Alpine Way
02:55
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We slipped in with the crowds on Ramblas, watched their protest too.
Further down the atmosphere was intoxicating too.
A straight line on the map beyond us. It only takes a few.
Pack up and cross the deserts lands, the Atlas Mountains too.
Panic stopped us as we hit the sands.
I didn’t bother with fucking crampons, I had no time for it anyway.
Computer navigation makes me paranoid and prey to any sinking fears,
Shadows stalk me every year.
But I’m going up the slopes renewed,
Climb to the highest heights with you.
Never rained so hard, we couldn’t land.
‘DURANCE
Gone the other way,
Gone the other way,
Gone the other way,
Well if I had to say, I’d say we’d be gone the other way.
We skimmed stones in the river’s calmness, bliss at the barbecue.
No matter of predicting what would be in store for you.
I stacked piles of the batter guide books, shots at the overview.
But nothing would prepare us for the shadows coming through!
The Waldensians of 1545,
The luxury of having to decide,
Between a stroll and going out to lunch,
Trust in your hunch.
‘DURANCE
Gone the other way,
Gone the other way,
Gone the other way,
Well if I had to say, I’d say we’d be gone the other way.
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4. |
Little Squamish
03:04
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Scrapes and scraps,
The battering relapsed.
Hold the phone,
The caller just collapsed.
Charge a pound,
Every time you stand your ground.
Recoup a mound,
For every doctor’s frown and frown and frown.
Tough luck,
It’s tough love.
Hang your head,
And shut your mouth instead.
Bottled up,
And pushed under the bed.
When the sound cuts out
Don’t blame the referee.
When the forest burns,
Don’t blame it on the trees the trees the trees.
Tough luck,
It’s tough love.
Sing a song for an audience of one,
Hike the hill the rain’s been pissing on.
For a year your life just took you prisoner,
I spent that year just watching you endure.
Tough luck,
It’s tough love.
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5. |
Bella Pacifica
03:04
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The seasons bleed from this to that,
Observe and the honour the thermostat.
Friday had a buzz but pours on past,
Sunday’s worse and undercast I get ya.
I’m trying to think!
The seasons pass me by this year and I fly, I fly, I fly, I fly and I fear.
Bella
Bella
The weather’s got distinct purpose,
It occupies and distracts us.
And everybody witnessing wants a chat,
I blew my chance with the caveat that I,
I threw it away.
You survived the litmus test but you flunked the grades on all, on all of the rest.
Bella
(Footsteps in the house tonight, altering your appetite.)
Bella
Achievements gone in daily buzz, targets lost on most of us.
I heard a stepping in the hall, a figure thin who used the wall to stand.
Footsteps in the house tonight,
Altering your appetite,
Achievements gone in daily buzz,
Targets lost on most of us.
I heard a stepping in the hall,
A figure thin who used the wall.
Now that stepping’s past the waterfall.
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6. |
Blackcomber
03:50
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I hope for an epiphany,
Prepare for misfortune.
The grief, the sense of urgency,
Is my fixation.
And even in a memory,
The shadows barley blur.
They persist, they pressure me,
They’re my saboteurs.
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
Pure Fear.
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
Let us link our arms tonight and we can hike the miles home.
When you pick a spot on the horizon just focus and let me know.
I like to think of allergies,
The hypotheticals.
Or competing policies,
Unwritten protocols.
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
I like to talk of tendencies,
It makes me feel at ease.
Riddles and technicalities,
Are my symphonies.
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)
Let us link our arms tonight and we can hike the miles home.
When you pick a spot on the horizon just focus and let me know.
The treeline’s just beyond our sight,
We’ll reach the edge by morning’s light.
I hope for an epiphany!
I hope for an epiphany!
I hope for an epiphany!
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7. |
Lost Lakes
03:51
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Reeks and Knocks just gather dust.
Maps of ranges stained with rust.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us.
On your way to work today,
You saw the peaks but turned away.
I got dropped off at the gate,
But the urge was screaming, saying “deviate”.
So I finished my chores and emerged to the city.
The rain don’t change and mores the pity.
Do you think of Galway,
The way we do.
Do you think the pathway is saying something more?
Aboriginal reserves bathed in desert sunlight serves,
And acts as a stark and terrible truth,
Of a the story carved by guns, carved by fists and hooves.
Reeks and Knocks just gather dust.
Maps of ranges stained with rust.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us.
Tonight we lost our golden boy, he leaves us with our pain. Enjoy,
The standing on the basalt rocks,
The rebel’s voice it walks and walks and walks.
Oh it walks.
The buskers on the golden mile, arrive.
Arrive.
Reeks and Knocks just gather dust.
Maps of ranges stained with rust.
Reeks and Knocks just gather dust.
Maps of ranges stained with rust.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us.
Shadow shadow shadow shadows,
Punish us no more!
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8. |
Skaha Behemoths
03:40
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Sick by day.
Sound by night.
What warms our side,
Cools your tide.
Hemispheres,
Tend to prove,
Skeletal,
Forces that make you move.
The way in which we tried to describe it,
It never made sense to me.
The rules, the laws, the habits,
The the origins and prophecies.
Across the world we saw the prattle,
At home the story carried on.
What we learnt from the years of battle,
We forgot when the peace talks spawned.
Sick by day.
Sound by night.
What warms our side,
Cools your tide.
Hemispheres,
Tend to prove,
Skeletal,
Forces that make you move.
The shortcomings of the theory,
Don’t move you when you’re on the hoof.
I descent alas no one could hear me,
The bodies in the woods are the proof.
The pudding was spoilt in the eating,
As another column marched to the front.
The folly was ignored in the meeting,
And the thrill not perceived in the hunt.
Sick by day.
Sound by night.
What warms our side,
Cools your tide.
Hemispheres,
Tend to prove,
Skeletal,
Forces that make you move.
Lost love and fallen friends.
New borns and lives that end.
Cut short and stolen too.
Those that, those that walk behind you.
Child’s play.
Work away.
Unavoid.
Able bodied unemployed.
Doff your cap.
Booby trap
Aye Aye, sir.
But faithful to the saboteurs.
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9. |
San Juan Renfrew
04:12
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Listen, reading,
Roads closed, speeding,
Wont help, thunder,
Fuel light, under,
Pressure, massive,
Active, passive,
Load ins, reading,
Load outs, eating,
Toll Booth, speechless,
Budgets, worthless
Day plans, abused,
Cohorts, amused!
(How does the memory feel,
As it fizzes back?)
San Juan Renfrew (6)
How does the memory feel,
As it fizzes back?
Listen, reading,
Roads closed, speeding,
Wont help, thunder,
Fuel light, under,
Pressure, massive,
Active, passive,
Load ins, reading,
Load outs, eating,
Toll Booth, speechless,
Budgets, worthless
Day plans, abused,
Cohorts, amused!
(How does the memory feel,
As it fizzes back?)
San Juan Renfrew (6)
How does the memory feel,
As it fizzes back?
And you get back up tonight,
Dust yourself down, touch the sky.
Don’t forgot to cherish them with pride.
Don’t forget the Renfrew times tonight.
Tonight yea!
Bearnagh…
San Juan Renfrew (6)
How does the memory feel,
As it fizzes back?
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10. |
Millar's Ridge
03:27
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This sting,
This stop,
There’s people gathering up at the top,
And it’s a,
A sad day,
To retire.
You’ll miss the drama and the sound of the choir.
And the, break downs,
Exhausts,
The channel tunnel where we battered the frosts.
And the,
The tears spilled,
From the eyes,
Of our companion as we bid him good night.
What’s the notes of the intro again?
Late night stunts where we’d act and pretend.
Harbour walls counting backwards from ten.
Who knows how it ends?
Nice try,
My friend.
No one is laughing
When you said it again.
With your, your Cold cuts,
And Frost bites.
Your actions based on fucking stereotypes,
Come on now.
Live fast,
Die slow.
Mind your business, how would you fucking know?
I’ll live mine,
You live yours.
That’s all I’ll mention ‘bout holding my nerve.
Swing the carpark gates and be gone.
We drove all the way to the doorway by dawn.
To get to the next you have to finish the song.
Who knows, how we’ll go on?
This sting,
This stop,
There’s people gathering up at the top,
And it’s a,
A sad day,
To retire.
You’ll miss the drama and the sound of the choir.
And the, the break downs,
Exhausts,
The channel tunnel where we battered the frosts.
And the,
The tears spilled,
From the eyes,
Of our companion as we bid him good night.
This sting,
This stop.
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11. |
Okan Set
04:46
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The tent was wet when you messaged me ‘bout the “Okan Set”,
The shade and the light, Earth’s fireworks giving way to night.
I couldn’t sleep, the wind and rain coming off the sea.
And up to the place, to place I saw the anomaly.
The trail was a mess, weather fronts tend to dispossess.
Work of art, a vignette, when I messaged back ‘bout the “Okan Set”.
In a new hemisphere, trying to stretch summer for a year.
Compromised addressee, postcards got but they’re not believed.
Strange traffic calming measures, I don’t know what to do.
Clifton suspension and breakouts from the zoo.
Carnivores at service stops up at 22.
At Dartford tunnel we know what to do.
I hang my head, recoil in shame.
Sit on my hands and shift the blame.
I turn away or freeze and stop.
Laugh nervously, my hearing pops.
Flight plans and bed pans that hasten in defeat.
Clothing that bothers and burns at every pleat.
Fabled nutrition and spotless Sunday best.
The cold hard comedy they call “The Day of Rest”.
Wiped out on wisdom and sobered off the fumes,
It spoils the view from the hotel but there’s one in every room.
Taiji, Faroe, Yulin, Horsens’s where it’s at.
Despite the smirk I can’t hide the fact, the fact that…
I know my rights, I know my wrongs,
Those pressure drops, unfinished songs.
They’re just like me, my enemies,
Knee deep in muck and out of luck.
No hieroglyphs, no Rubik’s cubes.
No made up names, no attitudes.
I hang my head, recoil in shame.
Sit on my hands and shift the blame.
I turn away or freeze and stop.
Laugh nervously, my hearing pops.
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