1. |
TJ & Tequila
03:26
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Wondering how hard it is to be my own friend
No Ideas In My Head
No time or money to spend
Please pardon me
The ultimate soliloquy:
“I see the neighbours have let their trash bins get blown into the road again.”
The recycling is still sitting on the curb and
I’m liking the odds here of a sequel
The Amazon Box vs Toyota Camry’s windshield
Or maybe the Pepsi Max cans vs the grill of the Dodge Ram
I’d have a whole youtube channel here
if I didn’t have such a cool cynical approach to technology
‘Opportunities Wasted’ will be the name of my Biography
I think everything will be just fine
But I’m not here to change your mind
There are a couple dogs across the street in an upper floor apartment
They like to climb out the bedroom window and onto the roof
They’re devilishly handsome stern and special
Dinking out of the clogged gutters and
Staring at me through my window
They never go out there at night and I wonder…
Why wouldn’t they want to see the stars?
Their owner is sitting there playing Call Of Duty in the dark
&
Puppies have a special spot in my heart,
Actually most of it
Cats and puppies and all the most beautiful chickens in the world…
I was in Tjuiana once,
Chugging tequila in the back of a pick up truck
Going up hill into the setting sun
I saw this beautiful golden chicken
And I yelled WHY literally as it was crossing the road
Why is this CHICKEn so BEAUTIFUL?
Are al the cHickEns in Tjiuna tHis bEautiFul?
I asked out loud through a swig off Tequila
But no one said anything
We sat there and listened to the engine revving
And made it climb to the top of this hill
The bed of the truck struggled to hold us all in while
Everyones hair blowing into each others faces
Passing around the bottle trying not to let it hit your teeth
The sunset peaked through like a dense memory
While the day bent into a beautiful & lonely darkness
We were only getting started.
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2. |
Icy Roads
03:07
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3am and thought we could switch off whenever
We were leaving from Calgary and driving into even worse weather
I was in the middle bench trying to avoid eye contact
Scared out of my head
But trying not to show it
There were trucks all skidded out along the shoulder
And we couldn’t see anything out of any of the windows
We were on the TransCanada and there wen’t many lights other than the Moon which wasn’t all the bright
I’ve never believed much in heaven
But that night I was praying
Like I really meant it
The catholic in me was welcoming
I could almost hear God whispering
It sounded just like tires squealing
But we were going, and Brandon kept a steady hand on the wheel
All of a sudden it was 5 am and we weren’t far enough away from here
1pm rolled around quick and we were in another province
Still not so close tho,
Actually it’s all a big blur now
Brandon was still stearing
Halliuhla to the horoscopes
And all the other things that I can’t control
Halliuhla to the icy roads
And all the other things I can’t control
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3. |
It's Boring
02:56
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Longing in the disconnect
Sobriety is boring
Intelligence leans into that
A self destructive story
You just want to black out
And never have to worry
But that ain’t a safe
And never ends up being reassuring
Have you gotten soft with your middle class positions
Instead of looking for change between chair cousins
Minimum wage replaced with headaches and paid breaks
Fucking desperation pays
Great
But
it’s
BORING
BORING
Minimum wage replaced with headaches and paid breaks
Fucking desperation pays great
But it’s
BORING
But it’s
BORING
You never heard back about your screen play?
I wonder when it’s going to get made..
My continual condition
Is a forgone disposition
‘Calm down sir, please!’
Kinda intermission
While the order of words
Has only made my life worse
I’ve written out the epitaph
And tried to beat the curse
Got kinda soft in some middle lane positions
Dug into the darkness and crossd a few partitions
Laying awake replaced with headaches and paid breaks
Fuckin’
Desperation pays great
But it’s boring..
A monologue to my peers:
Let’s retrace what brought us here
Creative writing classes and student debt
It hasn’t added up to what they promised yet
But hang on tight
With you I plead
Life is full of twists and schemes
Keep on tweeting out
Ferociously
And maybe one day your words will be seen
But they’ll be
BORING
Boring
Minimum wage replaced with headaches and paid breaks
Fucking desperation pays great
But it’s
BORING
You never heard back about your screen play?
I wonder when it’s going to get made..
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4. |
Losing It
03:26
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Pieces of meat hanging
Jealousy
What I’d give for that
Jesus, do you see me?
It’s me in the dockers and the hybrid
I’m doing my part for the environment
Saintly behaviour
Nickel and Litium
I’m sure it’s all ethical
Sheesh
How much more blood do you want to squeeze?
white veins, and hard grey
heavy weight, clumsy shapes
A homage to the great Willy S
I don’t need the entire table set
with impeccable taste
but maybe save me a place
Cuz
My mind, I’m losing it
Mind ur business
Buzzing like bees,
Hanging
Exatacy
What I’d give for that
Dying for the queen!
Jesus, do you see me?
I’m in the Black t-shirt and Redwings
My lawyers want a word
But they say you’re not listed
& to stop calling
SHEESH
I wish I could bill hourly but I’m an ‘artist’
I only lose money
But being broke is honest hard work
Much much harder than it looks
And
I feel at home on the cross
in my Crocs
Picking up your leaves and mowing your lawn
Cuz
My m m m m mind I’m losing it
Farewell
Fuck off
Good Riddance
Mind ur business
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5. |
Bright Pink Sky
03:11
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Scrapped my knee on the concrete beach
Under ash tumbling out of iron pillars
Admired your hand against a bright pink sky
Took a deep breath in and coughed a little
Housing prices are astronomical
We’ll be in this apartment until we die
They got me up against a wall but
Down at city hall they're asking for a fight
I shouldn’t have opened that letter about my taxes
I should’ve just taped the mail slot shut
I hear a siren sailing through the maze of pavement
As I start to tear it up
You can’t get blood from a stone
And I’m as cold and grey as I can be
Imagining all the money saved by slashing cops salaries
Went for a walk down to the lake
To the east end of the beach
Let the pollution coming in with the tide
Really speak to me
Went down the Red Hill Valley trail
Watched the traffic jam up slowly
Recognized the fight for life
We’re mindlessly imposing
I shouldn’t have opened that letter about my taxes
I should’ve just taped the mail slot shut
I hear a siren sailing through the maze of pavement
As I start to tear it up
You can’t get blood from a stone
And I’m as cold and grey as I can be
Imagining all the money saved by slashing cops salaries
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