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New Drug p1
01:34
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Barely slept
Insomnia’s a side effect
I don’t sleep well
At the best of times
Quiet moments drive a racing mind
I’m hoping for mental clarity
The fog to lift from me
Improve my focus for a time
I’m hoping to write a song a day
Even if I play them
For nobody, that’s ok
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2. |
Everybody Gets Sad
03:36
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In life there are some basic truths
We play to win, sometimes we loose
And that’s ok.
We all have dust under our beds
We all have thoughts within our heads
Or most do, anyway.
I am certain that everybody gets sad sometimes
Some times I know I generalize
my flaws I usually recognize
I’m hard on me
And you might be as hard on you
I guess that’s something we all do
But does it have to be?
I am certain that everybody gets sad sometimes
Even me, and you
I really think about it all the time
What’s your thing, what’s mine?
Everybody gets sad sometimes
Even me and you
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To Walter, Sincerely
02:43
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You were sick that night in Spain
I held your hand and sang
The few songs that I knew
It’s all over now baby blue
Wasn’t long before we split
Now that I think of it
You were in love with someone else
Pining from our empty house
It was just like you to quit
There were things we never said
We would walk away instead
I would smile and say that’s fine
We can talk another time
Man I must have lost my head
But that’s all in the past
These years have gone by fast
Though I’d never brag or boast
I was married on the coast
And I know this one will last
But I hear you aren’t well
It’s a funny thing but I could tell
You’ve been gentle on my mind
I’ve been thinking of the time
You were sick that night in Spain
I held your hand and sang
The few songs that I knew
It’s all over now baby blue
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Franny Stares
03:39
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Franny stares
She looks right through me to the clock on the wall
What does she do when we’re away?
Does she think about the weather?
If we miss her does she miss us as well?
Does she worry about the future?
I wish that there was some way to tell
Franny purrs
She crawls onto her back and stretches her paws
Offering up her belly for pets
How did we end up with this creature?
Sharing space and living with us rent free
Could they have known in ancient Egypt
Domestication would bring Franny to me?
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5. |
New Normal
03:50
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If you could drive I’ll close my eyes dear
Wake me up when you think that we’re near
It’s been so long since we filled the tank up
Lets run out and start a new where we stop
Push the car to the closest village
Change our names and live like newlyweds
Find an empty home
Something rent controlled
I’ll pay first and last
We’ll live out our new normal
Our new normal lets go
We can shop at the local thrift store
We’ve got things but there’s probably room for more
We’ll read books and tend our gardens
Spring softens what winter hardens
Opening up a store
You’ll sell vintage clothes
I’ll sell my LPs
And live out our new normal
Our new normal lets go
We can start a band
I can call you Paul
I’ll be your Linda
Up ahead we see salvation
Sudden glow of a filling station
We could choose to face the lights
Or maybe we’ll drive into the night
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All is Lost, All is Fine
03:28
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Walking through the woods
A slow and dense crescendo in my ears
It softens robin’s chirping
Park bench broken, twisted steel
The ground once frozen takes my heel
I medicate with trees
I heal myself with sunshine when I can
An optimist in decline
I’m uncertain and moving slow
The more I learn the less I know
Sadness, gladness, falling, mending
All is lost, all is fine
While thinking of the past
A melody of presence asks of me
What could still be coming?
A dark cloud forming round’ my mind
While dark clouds form in real time
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New Drug p2
02:09
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I snack too much
I crash in the afternoon
And I forget
All the who’s and when’s
And I’m not certain of the why’s
I’m hoping for mental clarity
The fog to lift from me
Improve my focus for a time
I’m hoping to write a song a day
Even if I play them
For nobody, that’s ok
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8. |
My Key Light
03:15
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The Gaffer is my boyfriend
We hang out on the weekend
When he’s not working on a show
When he’s got time he’ll let me know
My agent says that he’s a zero
Should be dating a Deniro
A B-list actor would be fine
She thinks I’ve lost my mind
But she could never see
How he takes away the pain in me
She could never know
A love that isn’t just for show
Some fall for the actors
Producers or directors
But they don’t know the things I do
He loves me I love him too
He brings me chips and flowers
We can talk for hours
Or keep quiet company
The simple life’s enough for me
There are times when I’m not well
It’s funny he can always tell
When life gets me down
He’s the one I want around
I could be his best boy
He could use a rest boy
He could be my key light
Cure me of my stage fright
At nights when I get home
And I need a little time alone
We give each other space
Life’s a journey not a race
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Tall Trees
03:26
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I gaze towards the tall trees
The sun is shining through it’s leaves
I embrace these fleeting moments when I am at ease
I listen to the cars pass
Squirrels are chasing in the grass
Church is getting out from Sunday mass
And I’m thinking of my family
The ones who mean the most to me
Generations weighing on our minds
Interrupted by a bluejay
I watch until it flies away
To chase a group of sparrows from it’s hideaway
The motion from a streetcar
Down the road but not too far
Stalking city streets like a jaguar
I’m back to thoughts of family
The ones who mean the most to me
How narratives make strangers of us all
I feel my eyes grow heavy
A sudden bout of lethargy
I let my tired body get the best of me
And then I’m in a large hall
A place I’d been in Montreal
I see more familiar faces than I can recall
I dream of friends and family
The ones who meant the most to me
The ones who made it too the other side
I can’t focus on my tasks
With an unknown future, forgotten past
But I’m ok if someone asks
I gaze towards the tall trees
Shaking off their summer leaves
As heavy wooden fingers wrap around me
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10. |
Something Unsent
01:52
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Instrumental, thar be no lyrics here
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Time Intervenes
03:55
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Stopped in progress face to face
With memories from another place
Creeping from behind a billion cells
Visions of a public train
You and I in southern Spain
It’s hard to tell when memories fail
I was sick that day it seems
At least that’s how it plays in dreams
I recall you sang a borrowed tune
Your voice was soft and cracked with pitch
There’s no voice I’d care to switch
It’s all over now baby blue
Time intervenes
Do you know what I mean?
It wasn’t long before we split
Funny, as I think of it
I can’t recall the reasons why
I remember you grew cold
Couldn’t see us growing old
We’d things to do before we die
Time intervenes
Could you know what I mean?
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Shawn William Clarke Toronto, Ontario
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