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Lotusland
03:21
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Always remember
Bright-eyed defender
I was still chasing you
Fall down the staircase
Part time and blind faith
Questions we both outgrew
Vancouver, do you bleed?
Cast iron sunlight running down your sleeves
All of this time we said
Tied to your waters, hanging by a thread
I was weighing options
Warming to the caution
Making up for misplaced time
Walking in your hallways
Sleeping in your enclaves
Wandering upon your spine
If you say to go then I will go
If you want to keep me I’ll stay home
Vancouver, do you know?
Rain in the eavestroughs weighing on us all
Sailor of many seas
Gray as a moonstone, taller than the trees
Vancouver, do you bleed?
Cast iron sunlight running down your sleeves
All of this time we said
Tied to your waters, leaving us for dead
Glass on the sidewalk, cut our feet
Prone to escape but never leave
Always remember
Bright-eyed defender
I am still chasing you
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Milk and Honey
03:43
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3. |
Hard On Myself
02:57
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Words to recite
I awake before light
I’ve been trying to change how I see
Out on the lawn
That old crow greets the dawn
He’s squawking some dark blasphemy
Dreamt of a room where my ancestors loom
They’re lashing their Bibles and belts
And mapping a line that leads straight to my mind
Where i’ve been so hard on myself
I’m trying my best to remember
The nights we went walking in Rome
And warm were the winds as the ships floated in
And I wasn’t searching for home
Rose took a loss and the weight lifted off
She’s breathing in air made of gold
Selling her wares in the west market square
Just chatter and trinkets of old
Left ‘em behind
Every spirit defined
Ideas that dare make themselves clear
Cut off the ties like an old fishing line
That got tangled in brambles of fear
I’ve heard that to wonder is water
And certainty dries up the spring
But love is a claim and if it’s all the same
Well I’d like to know a few things
There are two roads where I’m standing
And each one has called itself good
But there’s light in the sky and I’ve got some supplies
I just might make my way through the woods
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Carried Away
03:53
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Myron says that more is less
The noise is somewhat quieter at dark
And he’s a little in love with
The solitude, a bookish brood
The silence sews a thread right through his thoughts
So I say
‘Don’t get carried away
Keep your head on your shoulders
Don’t get carried away with it
Twenty-one and on the run
I fell into a hospital of priests
We were a little in love with
The potential of revival
And asking who was greatest or the least
Now we say
We just got carried away
We thought that we were anointed
We just got carried away with it
Valerie is poor and free
She’s living where there are many mouths to feed
And she’s a little in love with
The notion of demotions dove
She throws away her days for beauty’s bleed
And she says
I’ve been carried away
Lost myself for a moment
I’ve been carried away
I’ve been carried away
Lost myself
I’ve been carried away with it
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5. |
Good Intentions
04:37
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Alice in the window
I thought that I was brave
Swimming in the bedlam that would one day be our grave
Pass a resolution
Cross my heart and die
She says she knows me better than to ask if it’s a lie
A grand display of madness and that twinkle in my eye
But good intentions
Were not enough
To lift the darkest fog that held us up
A folded letter
Some solid gold
And one more night to wonder if it’s getting old
One man to another
A father to a son
You set your mind on something and you don’t leave it ‘til your done
But Alice in the window
Face against the glass
Mouthing words to someone she met in a photograph
Gives her heart to someone in the dust of aftermath
‘Cause good intentions
Were not enough
To lift the darkest fog that held us up
But it’s no failure
No dead-end road
We just abandoned it
For one that took us home
Was only making a promise
A promise to you
Was only making a promise
A promise to you
Was only making a promise
A promise to you
Was only making a promise
It’s what I put you through
It’s what I put you through
I see her in the window
Now maybe I am brave
For losing grip of something I was tied to as a slave
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Brothers In Arms
03:59
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Lost breath
It’s a quarter to one
We’ve been waiting for the winds to shift
Pale-faced at the letter he wrote
Could we ever come back from this?
I’m not a fly on the wall
Or an innocent monolith
But I couldn’t tell you I didn’t hope when he said
‘Could we ever come back from this?’
Oh you aren’t some little boy
Who needs the world explained
Maybe we’re just airing out
Noon flight
With her arms in the air
All the rhythm inside her slipped
He’s there
And his eyes are like plates
Could we ever come back from this?
And if you could see us know
After everything you risked
Maybe we would make you proud
That we’re gonna come back from this
There’s still time to live our days as brothers in arms
Like brothers in arms
There’s still time to turn the boat around
Ask to forgive well it’s already done
It’s already done, I’ve already laid the whole thing down
There’s still time to live our days as brothers in arms
Like brothers in arms
There’s still time to turn the boat around
Ask to forgive well it’s already done
It’s already done, I’ve already laid the whole thing down
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Pangea
04:10
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Are we closer or farther away?
All the cards fall together
Shooting higher but your foot’s in the way
No more birds of a feather
But old Pangea calls me to her shores
Farewell to holding court and settling scores
I’m caught up in stories from before
How romantic to dream of a time
Unencumbered by fashion
But I forget that to dream is to lie
Purity is a phantom
So this revision skips the dull and dread
‘Cause history tatters when you pull at the threads
And old Pangea asks me to explore
But I don’t want the speed of light anymore
I’m caught up in stories from before
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8. |
Ash Wednesday
03:09
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Because I could taste it
Because I have heard this all before
I’m hopeful and faceless
And still leave my letters at my door
By your door
When you offered a seat at the table
I thought I was still in the red
And dressed in ashes to see if you’re able
To raise the dead
I’m happy to eat you
I know it’s been some time since I last
Was steadfast and see-through
Delayed when the sky is overcast
But I still feel that old shame
The bastard won’t back down from a fight
So write down a new name
How long have I lived with a parasite?
A parasite…
When you offered a seat at the table
I thought I was still in the red
And dressed in ashes to see if you’re able
To raise the dead
To raise the dead
To raise the dead
When you offered a seat at the table
I thought I was still in the red
And dressed in ashes to see if you’re able
To raise the dead
When you offered a seat at the table
I thought I was still in the red
And dressed in ashes to see if you’re able
To raise the dead
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Niko
02:48
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The lies are lower than the faultlines
If you want to know the truth
You gotta dig into the gold mines
Where all the taller tales are proof
So i’m like ‘Niko, Niko’
And she says ‘don’t go, don’t go’
We’re all like ‘Niko, Niko, don’t go down this dark road’
But Niko already knows
If you want to fill the ocean
With every story that you sail
Well it’s not deep enough to hold ‘em
It’s not deep enough to hold ‘em
Just a drop inside your pail
So i’m like ‘Niko, Niko’
And she says ‘don’t go, don’t go’
We’re all like ‘Niko, Niko, don’t go down this dark road’
Niko says the writing’s on the wall
And I
Wonder if the words are just too small for my eyes
So we’re like
We’re all like
So i’m like ‘Niko, Niko’
And she says ‘don’t go, don’t go’
We’re all like ‘Niko, Niko, don’t go down this dark road’
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10. |
Sleeper In The Cabin
05:59
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A sleeper in the cabin
Waiting for a sign
To melt the icy windows
So i can see outside
The summer heat to break this divide
In most memories you were hiding from me
In most memories you were hiding from me
Lover I’m a phony
Though I have screamed and wailed
I built these walls that hold me
I drove home every nail
And wanted all the silence they entail
Deep down I knew
I was hiding from you
Deep down I knew
I was hiding from you
I smell a feast in the woods
The flora and the grass
The path I always knew I would
I hear an orchestra play
The piping of the wind
The trees bowing in its way
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Jordan Klassen Vancouver, British Columbia
Fairy-folk for troubled times from Vancouver, British Columbia.
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