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Back in The River
03:11
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I jump back in the river with my
Blind Faith LP
I bump into the Giver
it’s such a
fine place to be now
Oh my dear
Right back in the fall
While I’m here
I wanna see it all
The writing on the wall
I wanna know my future
It’s such a strange mystery
I promise not to U-turn
I’ll just blame history
Taught since birth
To run before I crawl
No ones earth
So anyone can scrawl
The writing on the wall
The myth of always moving is like some
Vague eulogy
I wish I could pursue it with my
Feigned cruelty now
But I’ll stay here
In case somebody calls
Face the mirror
The tasteless way to stall
The writing on the wall
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2. |
Mirror Moon
03:23
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Disappear me while the sun is away
Get the sky to give me golden array
Let me dance forever
Under the mirror moon
Let the city fall to foreign affair
You and I can start dividing the air
I don't mind if we save em some
For when they change their tune
When we wake up in the river again
Take a picture when we get to the end
We can stand together
At the ocean line
That’s the oil pumping out of the earth
That’s our mother in perpetual birth
But we can drive forever
When the ocean’s dry
Bless the limits of an animal mind
Bless the minutes as they run out of time
We are always children
Unless the clock is wrong
Lemme dance forever
Under the Mirror Moon
Under the Mirror Moon
Under the Mirror Moon
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3. |
Most Entertainers
02:08
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The master courage hasn’t crumbled
The lacking average smacks the host
Whoever marked us as revealing was the last to see the most
We studied the lucky misconceptions
Invited prudes the kiss the bride
Before the family hit the mirror
Convenient talent rectified before our eyes
We were asleep!
Bad excuses put to use
The correcting signage on the highway
just so Kinder Morgan signs the truce
More ugly backroad pre-madonnas
convicted of believing sand
that hung in horizontal lanterns
Escaping comical commands
Most entertainers just go solo
demanding some mediocre faith
but the canvas, if prepared correctly
has grown to perpetrate the waste
That language
Which once convinced us fully
Is bad enough when took alone
But verses scripted post-intention are said with fingers on the phone
Verses scripted post-intention are said with fingers on the phone
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4. |
The Killing Tree
04:06
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Standing in the mirror knowing
I cant be the one you choose
Hoping something clearer comes to take away
These lonesome blues
I can’t help believing that you're leaving when I know that its true
I don't feel differently but I hang my things from the killing tree
I know its imagery but I lay my head on the guillotine and I plead
That they’ll set me free
I’m not thru pretending that the enemy don't look like me
One of us is sending these vibrations here mistookenly
And I don't have the patience to replace the man they took me to be
I don't see differently
But I keep on listening to Village Green
Mama they killin me
With their needless possibilities
And I plead
That they'll set me free
I know its time
I know its time
I know its time, but I don't wanna leave here
I know its time
I know its time
I know its time, but I don't wanna leave here
Empty out your pockets and deliver your authentic self
We’ll put all your gadgets on a little alphabetic shelf
You don't have to worry we’ll return when you’re somebody else
I don't feel differently
but I hang my things from the killing tree
I know its just imagery but I lay my head on the guillotine
And I plead
That they'll set me free
I plead
that they’ll set me free
that they'll set me free
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5. |
Fingers Crossed!!!
01:59
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You can dance to the echoes of karma
master where the silence ends
Hold the mirror up in front of never enough
And position it to make new friends
But you’ll never know the great creator
Staring through another’s eyes
Calling future presence later
Answering tomorrow’s whys
There’s a magnifying surface
Leant above the river’s edge
The fish go crazy for the waves at night
They smell that modern sacrilege
But I’m for the dark inertia
Power where they thought we’d lost
Animated shadows surrender to the gallows
Hanging with their fingers crossed
Animated shadows now, surrender to the gallows,
Hanging with their fingers crossed
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6. |
Queen of Then
02:47
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One hits the grave and runs away from it all
A vision laid to rest, a place to recall
You whispered ‘all good things are freed from the sun’
its not your fault you only needed someone
Queen of Then
Your dampened poetry erased in the sprawl
Another golden spirit placed in the hall
We made mythologies from out of your tears
While you were calling us to give you our ears
Queen of Then
Now Mother Solitude asleep in the stars
The others call on you to teach them your charms
Do we regret the weather brought by the wind?
I guess that no one ever thought it would win
Queen of Then
Immortal memories that seem to be grown
Aurora Borealis seen from the stone
You lay there underneath them playing along
The pale conductor orchestrating her song
Queen of then
You whispered ‘all good things are freed from the sun’
Its not your fault you only needed someone
Queen of Then
Queen of Then
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7. |
Tantalus King
01:27
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Tantalus King, always on duty
Loves to feel the light refracting around him
I repent:
My geographical lineage is shattered
Like a crab in the desert
The boy hurls Jupiter into the Squamish river
S(o/u)ns of different spelling build a fire on her bed
IntoRhythm is the lunar mantra
The Queen is lit by the cycle
There’s a rattling shimmer missing everywhere else
Something collectors envy
And we are lighter when we think of silence as a product
Maybe navigation is a hoax or something
Directions seem to be losing value
Leave from everywhere
Still arrive late
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8. |
Grow Free
03:09
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Deep in my heart I believe that
No one really needs me now
Well am I right, or am I wrong?
Ain’t that the part I should see past?
Pulling figures from the clouds
Gold is the light and OM is the song
Deep in my heart I believe that
No we’re not here forever,
Not here forever now
I run to the shore with a reason
Pull me down into your bed
I’ll swim to death these hymns of theft
Cause I’m getting bored of this season
Full of sounds to fool my head
No rhythm left, the king is def
I run to the shore with a reason
And float off so lost in letters,
I’ve been lost in letters now
I come from the light with a feeling
Take me back when you go home
I’ll cut the wood, and I build a fire for ya
I need no blanket or ceiling, no
I find warmth in where I roam
Do you think I could? Or am I lying to you now?
I come from the light with a feeling
Don’t we grow free together?
We’re free together
We’re free together now
We’re free together
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9. |
Tourists Calico
02:45
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The actor doubled as his freedom
Invited mystics from afar
He laced the lemon tea with teardrops
And took after drinking in his car
Alone and vented are his moments
An active freelance connoisseur
The kind where crystals melt from service
And now go building walls of fur
The real pressures are in language
As spoken by our presidents
And former colleagues from the airshow
Where smoke donations clog the vents
Contained but frequenter than ever
The specimen goes up in flames
And residents in linen whisper
’it must be the judge who rigged the game’
So lowlight levels mark our kinship
To voices young enough to beg
When lack material means ego,
A visit to the phantoms bed
All motion is a cult of some kind
I know cause I’ve told people ’no’
Iconic loot collapsed in rivers
That paint the tourists calico
No mercy is the voice of reason
I learned that staring at a cup
Of holy water sold by Nestle
Before I grinned and drank it up
I’m looking for the perfect nightclub
You take a train to it
Let it dance you introspectively
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10. |
Counterfeit Wheel
05:04
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You wonder why
Everyone looks at the sky
Thinking of ways they could fly
Why don’t they ever just try?
You love the sun
So does I guess everyone
But who makes it fun?
Life here’d’ve never begun
Light from the stream
Dancin’ around like a dream
But who says it’s free?
Anything we don’t call ‘me’
If you listen where silence is hung
There’s an infinite choir unsung
Trying to taste their own tongue
What can you do?
What do you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you do?
What can you do?
Open yourself
Air breathing nobody else
Phones on the shelf
Lonely because of their help
Rhythm unreal
Spins like a counterfeit wheel
Of all of the riches we steal
Can’t trick the way that you feel
You know you do
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you do?
If you listen where silence is hung
There’s an infinite choir unsung
Trying to taste their own tongue
Trying to taste their own tongue
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Malcolm Jack Vancouver, British Columbia
Touching on the concepts of modern myth, offline living, ecology and alienation, Vancouver folk singer Malcolm Jack has created a one of a kind world that is as inclusive as it is unique, allowing peers to peer into their own lives and environments with stunning magnification. ... more
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