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Orange Nectar Returns
02:40
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Follow the path of least resistance
It flows through the rusted pipelines
that feed into the rice paddies where you broke down
Jungles and golden days
Gently swaying the glass vials
praying that he returns
the leaves will burn
a chemical reaction
the rubber gains traction
the trees stripped like sundials
from the back of his motorcycle
Jungles and golden days
And time would stop to inhale
but the gale force winds
blankets in through the trees
be at ease
Well once the family leaves
overhead symphonies
skies flame and scream
Jungles in an orange haze
for a better life you'd see the appeal
Orange grove fields, an endless ordeal
There as you were, they were playing in the yard
Never let down your guard
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2. |
Bodies of Water
03:19
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They used to drag me to the river’s edge
The kids were laughing, somersaults off the ledge
The air was thick under a beating sun
Everyone else would have their fun
Not me, not then, not now
The fortune teller was specific and clear
Not even born yet I’d inherit the fear
A name cursed by all bodies of water
A final prison for your next daughter
No lake, no river, no ocean
Breaking the curfew I was seized in a fight
They knew the superstition’s stronger in the night
Despite my pleading they sneered
It works even if you don’t believe him
He don’t play dice
And you don’t tell him what to do
Tremble before the fates of birth you fledgling,
sink or swim, yeah!
Go on, keep walking
Currents ripple under the moon
we’re here, so soon
Barely recognized the shoreline
Through the dense vines
Taunting they claim it’s just a test
Should’ve worn different dress
On that overgrown riverbank
How my heart sank
Just a shove and I’m submerged
There I go like a rock
Nowhere to reach, it’s freezing
I’m wheezing
If I ever get out I promise life and limb
And if I ever have kids they’ll be first taught how to swim
far away from this prison
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3. |
I Gotta Face that Knows
03:23
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I gotta face that knows god
I've been as cold as stone clods
Juicing a will to feast on
spots that clumps the skin oh it degrades all over
Cannot find the patience
for your pipes and tubes
so just let me starve
and be the younger hungry kid that criticizes
all the things I can't control
I gotta face that smiles now
Revisionist slights to guilt how
generous acts and good words
moving the lips to fix the script before it's all over
Cross-armed like some pharoah
littered glitter tchotchkes
taken to the grave to be uncovered
centuries later all the guarded trophies
useless in decay
I gotta face it
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4. |
Typhoon Season
04:06
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There, that spot’s mine,
Under the neon sign
Been staking out a shelter from the downpour
uneasy people don’t need another eyesore
They’re gazing on surreptitiously
thinking it’ll never be them someday
It don’t subside, It don’t play nice
It pays no mind, It hates your kind
it wants an excuse— that’s why
Subsistence hangs on the line
An anxious city changing hands
machines restart their grinders again
They’re itching for an escalation
Progress can be cruel! You’ll see in time
It don’t subside, It don’t play nice
It pays no mind, It hates your kind
Son, what’s your excuse? You said
Subsistence hangs on the line
I don’t really worry when it takes me out no
Time and fate grow patient like the rot in the tree roots
What I to fear from my bench with a stone overhang?
Cause students gonna scramble from the tear gas clouds now
A moment of respite the rain washed the streets so clear now
These kids get ideas but the cause is beaten
Recycled the trauma from typhoon season
I guess I’d be fine if you’d just admit it too
It’s just a category one
Grow up so fast, get detached from that feeling
Of losing a home and a child that’s easy
All jaded and in on the joke, lift the yoke
and sleep into a world where I smile
And they still call me every week
Eager to tell me of their feats
And of their futures
That’s good to hear.
How’s the new job been treating you?
Remember the view over the blue?
I sure do.
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5. |
Bonding Limits
03:06
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Mother was certain that six was enough
didn’t see you come our way
But you were right on time
I’m in the business of repair these days
Woven wicker chairs should pay
For everything we’ll need
Your sister shrugged, your brother had no clue
We’re still the glue, keep them fed
It’s just as I said
While I love you forever, don’t forget
Some bonds take years before they set
Fire up the incense, light the lushest plumes
Let’s fill this room with joy
Whatever makes you smile
So many stories wish I could tell you,
You’ll be the glue for them,
Keep it in your head, don’t let me leave with these regrets
It’s just as I said, while I love you forever don’t forget
I know that you have doubts but some bonds take years before they set
Stronger together
Don’t look me in the eyes and say it’s fine
They leave us hopeless families bargaining for time
So tonight I’m breaking the curfew
Caught or dead either way this ain’t much a future
bundle of sticks won’t be much stronger in a blaze
And I’m feeling awful selfish today
No bond!
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6. |
Only Post Conditioning
02:37
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Devastation! What it embodies!
We wanted it far too large to bear
Another night through intensive care
Isolation, from the body!
A jungle indeed Mr. Sinclair
The bounty of all the heirlooms shared
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7. |
Deadbolts and Rancor
02:31
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I heard the key open the door
presently awaiting here for your melodies
well, when in Rome let them bring it all home like a chore
I heard the key open the door
presently awaiting here for your, company
what’s all this rancor? tumbling the anchor in frame
I heard the key open the door
presently awaiting for the word, apathy
whatever reinforces their militant divorces and games
remember this melody, remember this melody.
Whatever happens don’t say a word, lock it up, keep it safe
Whatever happens don’t say a word, lock it up, keep it safe
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8. |
Stowaway
02:41
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Jungles, blankets of orange nectar
The leaves glow like a spectre
seeping into the irrigation
Greed, corrupting all the family
Why won’t he understand me?
The vials swaying, gently in his hands
Why bother staying? The scraps are taken
Hollowed out homes now, forgetting all the
Times howling away the hopelessness
Running as soon as you can
Father oh please, I’ll wear the shroud
They don't really think much about it
They’re cruel don’t even doubt it
They’ll tear the rings right off your earlobes
Night time, some peace to think about it
Stuffed into crates and counting
the footsteps of patrolmen nearby
So once you’re down here, with names a’ glowing
Come clean and purge now, in keeping with the
Times howling away the hopelessness
keeping with the sorts of news
Mother oh please, I’ll make no sounds, I’m free
That’s love, a stowaway on a boat
Come round and catch you they'll slit your throat
They won’t even have to think much about it
You won't even know the half what sink under these stars
Under the barge
When home's castaway drift afloat
A little colony of names I wrote
mother, you won’t ever know
How the manifold, it blows away
rising seas come swallow us whole, whole
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9. |
Kicking Up Sand
04:14
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It’s done, a continental sigh
Grab your bags and rub the salt from your eyes
To friends, their symptoms tell it well
That the blurry screen will render us as ghosts
not necessarily!
Alright, you’re seized uptight, give a good fight, kicking up sand
That night, doesn’t feel right, all the words bite, looking for calm
Even now, why you so sure, would you prefer, playing it safe?
Well you just might, try to recite, all of her words
float free your burdens on that pale gray shore
In a new land alone, alone, alone
dock that beach all alone, alone-- I do
Father oh please, I’ll wear the shroud, I’ll be
Mother oh please, I’ll make no sounds, I’m free
For a better life! I know you’re not far, stay where you are, the story’s alive
nobody’s left there, I’m scraping my share, I’ll be prepared
Find a new home at once, no I shan’t waste time
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10. |
Overnight at the Embassy
03:17
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not a moment too late
departing out from the gates
there’s nothing to disavow
the crowds are so distant now
that I’m living the dream
economy class on the stream
if only you’d see me now
this stewardess tells me how
sorry she is that my bubbly’s flat
say no worries in adopted tongue
smirks at my accent, dismissively turns
and I’m right back at the embassy
I won’t back down, I’ll carry it around
I won’t back down
now we quicken the pace
out the door with a haste
meritocracy values guile
my work itself is worthwhile
don’t I deserve what I earn? (you’re just lucky enough)
what they gave so I’d learn (you know)
well who makes a difference now
the bull running up the dow?
comes easy the opulence feels good
to maximize all of my wasted time
go laugh at my gaudy illusions it’s what little I control
is that such a crime?
napkins a stack, bars of soap from the hotel
the ketchup packets into my bag
but even in aisles of the grocery the scarcity haunts me
the stares of my weathered old mom
I won’t breakdown, I’ll carry it around
you even listening to yourself lately?
miss you so much yeah since you left us, lately
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11. |
Come on In
02:26
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Please come on in close the draft from the opening
Whistling on in a wind nudges the curtains
Can’t seem to keep all the outside outside
Taking its toll with an outsized influence
Holding the prize of a long day’s pittance
Alone in a room ringing keys from a nail
Clenching your knuckles until they’re pale
No one’s there
Clouds of miasma disturbing your workflow
Just like the man staring in through your window
Anxiously queuing the next chore on your list
He speaks for you like a cruel ventriloquist
Taking your voice as a hostile witness
Just think of something to dispel the whispers
Silence returns with a vengeance familiar
No one’s there, no one’s there
Nesting a new home with earnest intention
Feeling is fleeting with no heat retention
There was a time when the weight didn’t phase me
Hush those alarms set aside for the daydream
Please come on in, you just crossed a whole ocean
Followed me here just to stand outside
Cold wind leaks in from all the sides
Home leaving me nowhere to
Hide from the ghost mandate, your legacy
Worry lines of a love impressed on me
You were resting your head on mine
Some tenderness might turn me kind
You rocking in your wicker chair
In quiet moments I repair
A disappointed knowing stare
The lights will flicker you’re still there
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12. |
Contrails
03:20
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Tension, its pulling harder on the sails
It’s not the wind that will prevail
Oh no its not, Cause it’s only getting better than this
Tension, It’s got you going off the rails
Decadent habits will prevail
Vlad’s got an army to impale
There’s no retreat
Cause it’s only getting better than this
Rotten, It’s like an overturned carcass
got you so desperate for catharsis
That’s what he said as he remarked it’s the best laid plans
And it’s only getting better, Only getting better, Only getting better
Even if you run around in circles today
You could be leaving contrails up there in the haze
suspending shards of ice away up there with the moon
Stretching out for miles getting lost in your room
Picture all the silver spinning trajectories
There’s no single purpose you’ve got nowhere to be
Even if you run around in circles today
You could be leaving contrails up there in the haze
But common sense is taunting how it’s supposed to be done
As public as your linen ruffled sheets in the sun
Wrinkled like the feeling that you’re losing a friend
Desperate for catharsis still you don’t make amends
Hereditary wills are getting hard to deceive
He’s already gone, is there a reason to grieve?
Recognize what’s best on your own
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Seagullmoine Montreal, Québec
Searching for scraps in the harbor, making noise!
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