1. |
An Opening
02:34
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I've been living in a dream my whole life
I keep close to the sea where I'll die
I - I don't know why, why I fuckin' try
I been keeping my head afloat
My body's sand but it longs to be stone
Shaped and sculpted by some poet's beautiful vantage
This room that I sleep is Haunted by Ghosts
And I sleep so sound
while they holler like a Hell Hound would
But Hell is a white Man's word
And I'm free from Sin
With my Copper Skin
I've been living with this little taste of danger huggin' to the tip of my tongue
And I've been keepin' that flavour savoured
Oh, for the visions, the visions they begot,
Well, sometimes know Darling, that sometimes they are wrong
And sometimes know Bbgurl, sometimes they are not.
I've been living with this little taste of danger huggin' to the tip of my tongue
And I've been keepin' that flavour savoured
Oh, for the visions, the visions they begot,
We waste through the day, await the Death of the Sun,
Up all night we wait awake, await the Birth of the Dawn.
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2. |
Penned
03:20
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I'm sick and tired of waiting on you to end the mess, just give me the rest.
Bags packed and your hands are filled with jewels; Sad slave to time, you gave up the pen.
And of your books, they were leather bound - leather bound.
Journals you kept, they were leather bound - Did you finish any?
Twas savage to say as ink was still drying,
that some pages were best left empty.
Some things are better left unsaid and
Some things are better off fading away.
For it's a write-off to subscribe to the conventions of the modern mind
For to be called a dreamer's talking running while you're standing in line.
So pick up the Devil's pen and write "Passion" til your heart won't bend
And Don't Dare YOU
Settle for less
you can't be ready to die if you're not ready to live
Don't Dare YOU
Settle for less
you can't be ready to die if you're not ready to live
Arms wide open
or
Clenched Fist
Arms wide open
or
Clenched Fist.
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Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the King Cups grow.
Up on a hill where the pine trees blow
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know.
And if you were a bird and you lived on the High
You'd get pushed by the wind when the wind came by
And when the wind came and pushed you away you'd sing
That's where I wanted to go today.
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the stream where them blue bells grow.
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know.
And if you were a cloud and you sailed on the sky
You'd sail on an ocean as blue as your eyes
And you'd look down on me, yeah, in the field and say, my,
Doesn't the sky look green today?
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4. |
Sob Sipping
03:36
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I'm sob sipping, *sob sob* sipping again
on these boring old stories you've heard
there's nothing new
there's nothing wrong
God - ain't that the worst?
The taste of musky, old, moldy mildew
My minds tripping,
wrecked, yeah I think I'm through,
I trust myself less than I can trust you.
We're only breathing in for moments at a time
Expelling out accounts for everything else
Save for the space that takes place
In between every single breath
Oh, what I wouldn't give
Just for another kiss
I - and You.
This is a song I once called Sadness
And I wrote it long ago
But it no longer serves such purpose
So I took apart the things it was
and Kept what it is I liked
We're only breathing in for moments at a time
Expelling out accounts for everything else
Save for the space that takes place
In between every single breath
Oh, what I wouldn't trade
for a fucking cigarette
I - and You.
I'm High
And
Who are you?
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Truth told, after all, it doesn't even matter and I'm not so sure what's going on.
Ghost steps, it's all in my head, but I can hear your words without them ever having left your breath.
Poor me, living in a fantasy, if I could only find the strength to speak how I feel.
I dim the light, it's hurting my eyes, sojourn through sleep to try to find your dreams tonight.
Cowardice, I tried you on.
A fine cloak of fear that weighed me down.
Find peace and honest in one's own heart
For the heat of your love can shatter the dark
Cowardice, I tried you on.
A fine cloak of fear that weighed me down.
And I know I did you wrong
And I know I hurt you bad
And I only prayed for one last last
Chance.
Well, I think there's something to be said
About what it takes to be a friend
And that's just what I ain't been
So no wonder we are where it's at
Could you forgive this old fool?
Cuz, truth told, after all, it doesn't even matter and I'm not so sure what's going on...
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6. |
Song About Dreams
05:12
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It sets in like a Winter's Mist
Where it will take us, well, one can't begin to guess...
And Like that ancient bottle's trick
One last sip slips you into that infinite nothingness...
Home
I gotta stay
Near the Sea and Cedar Trees
Rain
She comes and goes
Sometimes Snow on a Brisk and Bland Breeze...
And then I drift a-dream
And it's like Some Kind of Miracle
Something Beautiful
Something Beautiful
Like an Everyday End of the Line
Kind
of Surreal...
Oh, Baby, I'm doing fine
living my life in the woods,
I'm Off of the Books.
Oh, there's so many fucking fish in the sea,
won't you just let me be
Off of the books.
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7. |
Sa(Ha)D
04:18
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I seen a ghost waltz through the yard today
In fact it blew right through the door
On a wind and it was fierce
So soft and so sincere
The way it came and whispered in my hair
The way it came and danced in my ear
And it sang to me
Happiness is sometimes useless
It's some stupid math statistic
And I can place it on a graph
And I can claim I had a blast
But what about honouring Anxiety?
Accepting my Anger,
Rage even?
I know that I'm not always kind
And like most I wield a fractured mind
And I guess
I get
Sad
Sometimes...
When I think about the way that people spending all their everyday
Illness mainly mental I've been feeling rather lame lately
My knees are weak
My body fades,
My stomach shrinks
And it's all decay
And everywhere I happen to look it seems to stay the fuckin' same so
What's the point in pretending that any of this is real?
When what can be construed as real could be another fantasy?
And maybe I am just sitting there
Landlocked in my bed
And the alarm clock's beep beep, beep beep, beeping in my head
So I get up
And I go to
My good job
Yeah, cuz they pay well
And then I go and
Drink it all away at the Bar (but at least we had fun right?)
I get
Sa(ha)d
Sometimes
I get S(ha ha)d
Sometimes
I get S(ha ha ha)d
Sometimes
I get S-Hahahahahahahahahahaha
sometimes
Hahahahahah
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From the Ghost British Columbia
Gilakas'la.
My name is k̓esu. I am a 2S individual from Tla'amin and Lil'wat First
Nations.
These are songs I've written on my travels through this world, in an age of voices where most never get heard.
Chechehathetch
... more
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