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Here we are
Tripping on our own supply
A little far
From getting a little high
Yeah we’re the stars
The stars of our own design
So here we are
Smoking up our own sight
We got it right
When we invented the sun
It's just a shame
There’s not enough for everyone
Done pretty well, this is where it’s at
No chirp of a bird can fight with that
I regret to regret that it’s not so bad
Wearing endangered bird
Like a baseball cap
It feels so smooth
In a synthetic way
Move your life towards the bay
Groove to the same old sounds
Prove that we’re all heaven bound
Tame
Roll over for a treat
the Game
To kill us in our sleep
I made it
I didn’t make a sound
You know what they say, stop kicking once you're down
Feels so sound
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The sweet smell of consequence
Filled the air between us
I’m intoxicated once again
This time on pride
Oh my pride
How easy it goes down
How painful when it comes up
And the hangover
The forever hangover
Oh and it's sent
and it's sent
and it's sent
the consequence and its scent
“You think you’re always the first one to apologize?”
I scoff
Although there I was, drinking the hemlock
As if it were there in my hands
My expertise, how “smart” I am
My words and me
Quickly and readily stripping her down
Of her reason
Her reasoning?
Or just her reason to respond?
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She walked down the hallway
Like a slow dance, with no man
Her feet lazily going about their business
Like a sense, so far away
She sings jazz
She sings jazz
She turned, faced her locker, I caught a glimpse of her face
Incandesce
I fade, more than before
She’s warm, becomes a vapor
Slips through my fingers
Years later I still
In the cold advecting afternoon
Walk to the elusive rhythm
Of her lowly sang tune
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Here I stare, you know I’m glowing
I just wanna know where everybody’s going
tell me straight or paint me a picture
I can’t read your mind, but I can read the scripture
Mister water-colour my world with you black and blue
I know it’s true, won’t ask why from you
If only they’d told me twice
Stone carve all their advice
Metal tools, barely ordinary
building a tree and it’s artificial cherry
people getting cold like february
And scientists fold, when the Faradays are scary
Can I get a little more chicka chicka
Spilling all over regret
And people forget, I’m not a threat
Just a hard mother licker and I’m ready to bet
Chorus:
Can I get a little more
(chi-ka chi-ka)
Cold murder of the one-eyed cat
Cold murder in Medicine Hat
Creation
The soul provider
Everybody’s buying to get a little lighter
Taking sips from the cup of symmetry cider
Doesn’t make you perfect, doesn’t make you a fighter
Take you soul and control the goal
I’m told
It doesn’t make a difference anyway
Any way you give it
Any way you try
Here we are tripping on our own supply
(Thomas McKenna)
Oh yeah, we're tripidipidaly on our own supply
Get high go to Cali like a bonafide
I'm reminiscing of a vision of a past life
Now baby you come jam with the jam rock
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You’re far
Not far enough to dream
I know what it means
I imagine a scene
Where I look at you
Not pretending to see right through
I’m close
Not close enough to be
I know what I’ll see
I know nothing’s free
Except a glance at you
Not pretending to see right through
(in Macedonian, spoken by Katherina Janevski)
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We sat on the curb
Heart in heart
As you waited with me
For my bus to depart
Rain fell from the clouds
Onto the leaves
And flowed to the branches
On all of the trees
With very few words
We both understood
What may well happen
And very well should
As tender leaves sprouted
From aged solid wood
We could have stayed on that curb for good
But the late spring rain
Came crashing in
To chase us away
To our solitudes of tin
The city bus lobbing down the road
Was the coldest bus ride
I ever rode
You walked back
To the house of last night
And that night my left side
Didn’t feel right
Several nights later
I lay still amiss
Thinking of you
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Sometimes I see you
Catch myself seeing right through
Stare into
The possibility of us two
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Scent of the fresh air
from the leaves
Carried by a wisp, that runs through the trees
In the interplay
of olfactory parts
In a universe made of senses
Where should one start?
At the feel of a plank-wood dock below my feet
And a content cushion
on a simple soft seat
To a smooth cool glass held in my hand
On a night so full of wonder, how can one understand?
A night at the cottage and the senses
a night at the cottage and the senses
a night at the cottage and the senses
makes me feel, makes me feel, the senses.
The sight of the spruce suspended by the stars
Forever changing beyond the grasp of mars
Reflection in the lake give way to infinity
In a black so full of radiance, this is one I can see
To the sound of a boat knocking against the dock
And the trickle from the water caressing smooth rock
The nightlife around in a symphony of quiet
And silence so pure...
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Writing these lines in a late winter melt,
When I settle down the love that I felt
When I see in a timeless sunning gaze
When I think all the poor away
I’m elloquescent, I’m here and tense
And make it better at my expense
Then writing these lines in the future looking back
Smoke a cig for all the things that I lack
Get insane in another way
Then tell it all in acrylic paint
Across the room in fallen feathers blue
From all the birds and my words are true
My welfare cheques pay direct into
My heroin but nothing’s new and
They say it’s good for your bones
They say it’s good for your bones x
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I swallowed deep into your eyes
Their shifting nature
The air around me
Pure Oxygen
And around you
A breeze
In a sense’d gaze I said
“I love you”
You say
“Temporary”
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released May 4, 2016
