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Tantramar Marshes
05:26
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White men leaving a hockey game
belligerent and drunk,
they stumble through the streets like lovers.
Sudden fear in the air like beer
on the dancefloor of a club
I don't know how to move
through the haze of it
What can I do to put a hammer through the ceiling of this harshness?
Something tells me that the answer is concealed out in the fog
on the tantramar marshes.
New light up in the air today.
The sky is snapping in
to a sharp almost unbearable blue
I wish I was that light I want
To float down, slow and thin
Into the eyes of my friends and my enemies too.
Oh but instead I'm learning how to blaze a pathway through this sharp darkness
Learning how to gather all my scattered shards together Like the fog
on the tantramar marshes
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November Cold
05:03
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November cold,
like a train gone rogue.
Hurling out of the Arctic
And into our bones
Along the way
its blue-grey gaze
keeps Setting the trees on fire
all over the place.
I dig myself in deep for the winter.
This is where my enemies live
Despair it bares its long black teeth.
I will not let it win.
November cold,
like a train gone rogue.
Hurling out of the Arctic
And into my bones
And if I bend beneath it's blows...
If I'm not myself...
I hope you know what I'm working through
Cause a body must do
What a body must do,
to be able to sing
to be able to make it through
till spring
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Blue Era
05:22
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I had a dream about an era
where the ego was a god
fit to be praised and raised on high
and catered to.
And then I woke up with a start
to find that era had arrived.
I was knee deep in it.
you were in it too.
I used to worry that the news was fake.
Now I worry that it's true.
I seem to be surrounded by the colour blue.
I had a dream about an era
where my parents had departed
and I had to learn to make myself anew
and then I woke up with the same old desperate need to be admired
clinging to me.
I cannot shake it loose.
I used to float
above my life
high as a gibbous moon
but now I'm down here floating
in the Colour blue
Oh if you happen to see me soon...
Restrain me. If you can...
I think I'm on the verge of turning
into something
I can hardly stand.
I used to be afraid of losing my way.
Now that's all I do.
I'm close to being lost
in the colour blue.
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New Resolutions
03:24
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This year, I want to work on my witticisms.
I want be Quicker with a quip, in the thick of a crowded room.
I want to get better at taking criticism.
I want to learn how not to tense up so soon,
to be less defensive,
to live a little more in the present tense.
It's true that I should have learned by now,
and I am, but it's coming slow.
Come see how I'm doing in a year or so.
Oh this year I want to pay a little more attention
To the parts of the conversation that go unsaid.
To the ways that I can help you if you need me.
To spend a little less time inside my head,
that rebellious ocean.
I want to live with my windows open.
I know I should have learned by now,
and I am but it's coming slow.
Ask me how I'm doing in a year or so
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Fake Cicadas
04:12
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Oh, I'm gonna miss this restless place:
the way that the days dive through this magic egg,
the smell of the paint on my newly green guitar,
the sound of the fake cicadas in the breaking dark,
sunday mornings on the porch
feeling full and lazy,
sitting in the shorts,
that your mother gave me.
Oh I'm gonna miss this when I'm gone:
the billowy pepper scent of a summer lawn,
waking up without that much to do,
the day inviting us in like a heated pool.
I want to celebrate my friends
who are Getting married,
who are learning with their little hands
how to speak anew,
who are changing shapes and making plans,
who are growing older,
who have found new dresses
to slip into.
Oh, I'm gonna miss this when I'm gone.
Even the moments I did not know to dwell on.
Even the thoughts that have shaken me awake.
I'm glad to have found myself
here, in the round blue shell
of this magic egg.
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