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Hope
04:11
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Lately we keep falling for it
Hoping against the weight of it
We can't make these pieces fit
Where blood and bones and skin exist
But we cope
With disembodied voices on the phone
And we hope
Patiently for letters in the post
From friends we haven't seen since god knows when
The kind we really ought to send
These kingly crumbs that I have swept
Some I tossed and some I kept
There is blood that needs be let
To wash clean where I have wept
And we float
All these silly symbiotic tones
And we wrote
Passages we love to call our own
To friends we haven't seen since god knows when
The kind we really ought to send
Lately we keep falling for it
Hoping against the weight of it
We can't make these pieces fit
Where blood and bones and skin exist
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BPM/Horses
03:39
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BPM Lyrics:
We breathe out and we breathe in
We all seek to understand these pathways
Always on
Four chambers of this heart are gifted
Take the oxygen and lift it higher
To the mind's eyes and highways
Always
Always
Always
Horses Lyrics:
The horse's fight or flight
A million tiny lights
Switch on
Flashes
Synapses
The pathways are enacted with song
And these things they devise us
They conquer and divide us
They send us over the plains (2x)
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Venetian Blinds
03:59
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Venetian Blinds lyrics:
So we strike up where we struck out
No doubt
We drew a line
All we had was a little time
The inner child would scream and shout
At walls
We built around
Pyramids of endless sound
Chips of paint on window sills
Swallowed
These bitter pills
A kindness only meant to kill
So I'll return to you in kind
My heart
At this point mimed
And I'll sing through my venetian blinds
So we strike up where we struck out
No doubt
We drew a line
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4. |
Something There
05:07
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I have a mind but I don't trust it sometimes
It leads me up then trips me down the stairs
It fills me up with way too many cares
It keeps me writing songs that no one hears
Is something there?
And maybe there's a way to calm the waters
and sail into the sound
find a place where I can drop my anchor
and make for higher ground
climb a hill then climb a tree
the highest place where I can see the ocean
beneath me
and maybe there's a place for me
within a heart that seems to be
a little more
free
Is something there?
I have a heart but I don't trust it sometimes
it leads me up then trips me down the stairs
it's got these tiny little tears
is it even still there?
Is something there?
(outro)
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Mike Ryan Calgary, Alberta
Introspective indie folk and songs about feeling blue da boo dee daboo da, daboodee dabooda
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