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Stay Positive
01:09
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2. |
Anxious Hum
04:25
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It took me a long time
But I’m figuring out why
My success always feels like a crime.
I don’t belong here,
But I’m making it work somehow.
Let my vision blur to the point where
It all fits when I let it just pan out.
Today was a good day.
I wish that they could all be like this,
But when you struggle with anxiety
It’s so hard to stay positive.
It took me a long time
But I’m figuring out why
My success always feels like a crime.
It’s when I get home,
Take off the mask I give the world outside.
When I’m all alone,
When the ache sets in, and I can’t keep the shaking inside.
It’s like a piece of me steps out,
Helps me recall all of the things I've done wrong.
It’s like the ghost of ever present doubt
And it sings a never never ending song:
“Let me out,”
It hums off key in me.
Rooted in my throat,
It strains against my teeth.
The air in this room chokes me.
It took me a long time
But I’m figuring out why
My success always felt like a crime.
I get caught in my own mind,
It says that I’m wrong all of the time,
But it’s been my friends
That never leave me behind.
They are my lifeline,
They’re always quick to remind,
It’s okay to ask for help
When your sun doesn’t shine.
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Peace Lines
02:06
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I am looking for an enemy,
Something to struggle against,
To give rise to the national pride
And let the world know I am alive.
So I’m looking at the TV
Each channel points at different devilry.
Now I need to decide
How I’m going to be defined.
I will find my own way,
Let my heart and mind build my beliefs.
They say: "squeaky wheels get the grease"
But for all our struggling: no justice no peace.
I will find my own way,
Let my heart and mind build my beliefs.
Now it’s time to decide
how I will deal with those opposed to me.
I’m pretty sure, for what it’s worth
I’m a pacifist that wants to put a fist on a nazi.
I’ve been torn between
responses of physicality and empathy.
I need to think.
Would everyone who’s yelling please: shut up.
My fist on a nazi, makes me his enemy
Something to struggle against.
To give rise to his nationalist pride
It’s a thin and dangerous line
To diffuse and not antagonize.
Stay calm, but remember Dead Kennedys.
Give no ground, but make no enemies.
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"I do hereby declare:"
He begins, nervously.
"That at no point was I aware,"
He lied.
"Of the inflicted pain and despair"
He falters, hopelessly.
"And this paycheque made my judgement impaired"
He cried.
"I don’t really know why you’re mad
Like, where’s this all coming from?
What we’re doing isn’t all that bad,
They’re all logical monetization options.
And, by the way, how dare you fuck with me?
And bro, I’m just going to say, this is going to make my dad so angry.
Oh, You don’t even know.
Here’s what everyone always forgets:
I need to support my family too.
And fix the engine on my third Corvette.
That’s just high value living, my dude.
Don’t blame me for this,
All this money I can’t resist.
I’m living in a gold mine
Buy low, sell high.
I’m not breaking the law
But I’m making out like an outlaw.
Don’t blame me for this."
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5. |
An Old Wolf
03:49
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The old man sang softly to himself.
As he walked out onto his porch
In the late afternoon.
All the noises of his family
Muted as the door swung shut,
And still he sang softly to himself.
All the grandkids watching YouTube on their phones make him flash back,
At that age he was taught to hunt,
And he marked his victories in red ochre on the cliffs above the lake.
As his mind wandered down that path, his feet followed.
As he walked,
He sang old melodies,
That shook old memories from the trees,
And they fell around him like old leaves.
But as he approached the lake,
He was stopped at a barricade,
In front of loud men and their machines.
He could see a crowd at the gate,
Holding signs, public debate.
With that distraction, he was never seen.
He was a young hunter again,
As he snuck past the men
Through the heart of the camp to the cliff face.
He saw that it was gone,
The red paintings on the rock.
The whole of the cliff, flattened and replaced.
By the growing outline of a pipeline.
The oil men have come again,
They brought their dying industry with them.
He knew this must not stand,
He must defend the land,
The old wolf hunts again.
Sly like a fox, clever as the crow.
He could be a hero.
The old wolf hunts again.
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Canadian Pastoral
01:56
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7. |
Hydrodynamic
03:11
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I woke up again today thinking, I’ve got to get out of this place.
And I’m worried that it’s written all over my face.
But I think I found a way to neither leave or stay.
What an opportunity.
It’s so simple now, with my head underground
And the rest of me reaching up into the sea
With my body drifting around
Without light or sound, I feel free.
I can see more clearly upside down,
Stuck between the waves I’m bound to find out,
What it means to be out there alone,
Here I am, holding hands with The Great Unknown.
I got too comfortable where I was,
I got too used to a too similar view.
Itching for something new.
I love this perspective because
The waters are clear,
They always push and pull down here.
Momentum is progression,
Fluid dynamics in motion.
I can see more clearly upside down,
Stuck between the waves I’m bound to find out,
What it means to be out there alone,
Here I am, down I go.
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Psychobabble
02:48
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Breathe in, breathe out.
You’re out once again in a crowd,
Your internal narrator’s way too loud.
Everyone must hear it as you make your way downtown.
You stepped in poop! Whoops, yuck!
What a bad bit of luck!
Is there meaning in this message?
Are you feeling stuck?
Scrape it off.
Move on.
A crow, perched upon a lamppost
Laughing at your woes: “I suppose,
no lesson is learned for free,
And in the end, it’s up to you to choose what it means.
Anyway, brother, back to Burnaby for me."
You need, some coffee,
To keep walking on your journey to the sea. "Any sugar or cream?"
You’ll take it black.
You’re bitter and you want nothing to change that.
And now you’re back,
Caffeinated, topped off, on track on your path,
Past Pacific and Beach trying to find some time to breathe.
Maybe on the sea wall will be the peace you need--
“HEY, WHAT'S UP YOU GUYS!?”
What. The fuck is that?
An influencer walks past,
Live-streaming for his fans.
“SMASH THOSE FUCKING LIKES!!!1!1!”
He’s right by the ocean, you push him in.
Do it for the 'Gram, that’s fucking quality content.
His head hits the rocks in slow motion.
Whoa, that dude fucking died!
"LIKE, COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE!!!!"
As he’s pulled out with the tide,
The sun feels now way too bright.
You use your hands to shield your eyes,
As the red glow intensifies.
The stream is still live.
Heat Death has arrived.
Wow! What a day it’s been,
There’s magic in the journey
if you choose to let it in.
Stay receptive, friend.
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The Futurist
07:35
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You came in like a storied prince.
Both in name and comparison.
But we’ve seen the worth of your words,
And buddy it ain’t much.
You’re fucking out of touch.
You’re driving under the influence,
Full of adrenaline.
And you claim to be a gentleman,
But we know that’s not true though.
You’re just making an appearance,
All smiles, another one on the books.
It must be fucking nice,
Knowing those platitudes will suffice
As you leverage the financial engineering
To benefit a handful of crooks.
You’re speaking words you know are false,
Thinking you’re safe behind those walls.
Change will come,
Like it always does.
The future will arrive,
No matter how hard you fight.
You’re trying to hold back the dawn,
Because you profit off the night.
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