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ancient scrolls
03:25
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I've gotta find those ancient scrolls
so that I can regain control
revitalize my principles
and finally climb out of this hole
cause fools may look for pyrite
and the brave may look for a fight
but I, I'll keep pointing my flashlight
will I ever find what I need?
and we will not let our story go untold
cause we'll sing it as it unfolds
and we'll remember what we were told
that we are alive and invincible
I want my life to be lined with gold
mined from knowledge old
and maybe my mind will be whole
once I've read those ancient scrolls
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ink on paper
04:05
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she's ink on paper
as real as you want her to be
what you feel
what you feel
what you feel
and what you see
stock character
number twenty three
she's aware
she's aware
she's aware
of the irony
no one can tell her
what she's worth cause it changes every day
it depends it depends it depends it depends on what you say
she has found herself
where others lose their way
in the blank spaces on the page
you could call her a freelancer
sometimes a time traveler
there's nowhere
oh nowhere
she has to stay
no one can tell her
what she's worth cause it changes every day
it depends it depends it depends it depends on what you say
smoking a cigarette
bridging passion and regret
not ready
surely not ready
to move on yet
and in the thick white haze
she pictures a feeling of her very own
something lovingly home grown
no one can tell her
what she's worth cause it changes every day
it depends it depends it depends it depends on what you say
she's having a closer look
scanning the shelf for a book
that will tell
that will surely tell her
something new
and the audience is hoping
there's some kind of passage to walk through
that was hidden
from her view
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oh the joys of being stable
eating at kitchen tables
movie reels distant fables
four trap doors beneath my feet
more floors of this past week
torn boards, no underneath
there's things i don't wanna see
there's things i don't wanna see
but closing my eyes isn't helping me
closing my eyes isn't helping me
the streets they rub their eyes and yawn
kick leaves up on the lawn
where have my neighbours gone?
all i see's the faint blue gleam
ghostly glow of their screen
vacationing without leaving
there's things i don't wanna see
there's things i don't wanna see
but closing my eyes isn't helping me
closing my eyes isn't helping me
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flamingo
03:02
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sometimes the glorious
morning light
fails to entice me
to be upright
so as an example
of standing tall
i pinned a flamingo
upon my wall
i don't think i need
to see a shrink
i will pin down just
what keeps me pink
but i'll fade to grey if
i stay in bed
please tell my body
to tell my head
faudra déjà que je fasse mon lit
l’horloge dit minuit ou midi
je bois mon café, je me prépare
et puis je me regarde dans le miroir
oui je m’appele Meaghan mais
Meg c’est ce qu’on dit
parce que je n'aurai jamais fini
oui je m’arrange, je me deconstruit
et je sais je n'aurai jamais fini
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universal eyes
03:49
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when we walk through the stars
our energies collide
and the planets arise
and the universe opens its eyes
and that’s when we realize
that we’re not alone
for we have each other
and you are my home
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messy child
02:43
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you think that masks are for people
who have something to hide
but the truth is that everybody has
an ugly side
you call yourself blunt
say you're being upfront
call your friends your confidants
when they're just your dump
you speak your mind
uncut unrefined
it comes off abrasive
and undignified
well I guess I have to spell it out for you
cause you can't guess
you're an M-E-S-S
don't try to guess the ingredients
in someone's omelette
and don't let your personal thunderstorm
get anyone else wet
it is your duty
to spread happiness
cause you never know
who could use some of this
I hate to tell you
but you're on the list
hopefully by proxy
you become less
of an M-E-S-S
a messy child
I hope you learned your lesson baby
hope it sticks a while
you are a M-E-S-S
such a messy child
oh, you'll be my death
and you'll always be my guide
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monkey mind
03:22
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oh, it's the morning, child
it can always be your morning, child
so don't wait
so don't wait
things are always gonna be this wild
things are always gonna be this wild
stay with me monkey mind
in one place for just one night
not enough weight upon my pillow, child
cause when I sleep you're never by my side
I know you snuck out with tomorrow
by the way the bedsheet sighed
always in yesterday's shadow
between my ears behind my eyes
why do you talk to me
like a carpenter talks to a nail
as if I am your worst enemy
don't you know what happens if I fail?
I wanna build something together
and I'd like to start today
I can't wait till you get better
can't have you standing in my way
oh, it's the morning, child
it can always be your morning, child
so don't wait
so don't wait
things are always gonna be this wild
things are always gonna be this wild
oh, it's the morning, child
and you will not get another warning, child
so don't wait
so don't wait
things are always gonna be this wild
things are always gonna be this wild
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8. |
you are here
05:09
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a kingdom under seige
a tightness in my throat
cool waves upon my feet
sweet chill inside my bones
time's salty on my cheeks
I live in a drafty home
and out the hours leak
billowing like smoke
if I could see them go,
if I could see them leave
would I really even know?
if I could stare at air
if I could really see
would my breathing start to slow?
stop holding your breath
as if we're just around the bend
stop acting as if
somebody's gonna win in the end
can't wait to garden in the spring
to unearth everything
forget the feeling of my own heart beating
banished all the prophets
ran them out of town
a thousand pounds of knowledge
burnt all of it down
a hundred years of physics
won't bring it back around
because wisdom stopped existing
when our feet left the ground
and if we had seen it go
if we had seen it leave
would we really even care?
yeah if we could stare at air
if we could really breathe
would we breathe the air out there?
stop holding your breath
as if we're just around the bend
stop acting as if
somebody's gonna win in the end
can't wait to garden in the spring
to unearth everything
forget the feeling of my own heart beating
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hitting a wall
04:35
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to hurry
doesn't mean just running fast
it could be
an incomplete judgement of the past
or maybe
a premature removal of a cast
or years slipping by
never making any moment last
we should be more scared
of losing what we have
to worry
is natural, preinstalled
it can be
healthy or detrimental
but we
have more than we ever bargained for
and I'd trade it all
if I thought that things could be resolved
the possibility
of hitting a wall
my poor baby came to me
with a look I can't recieve
my poor baby came to me
with a pain I can't relieve
and it burns, oh it burns
cause I can't earn,
I can't earn your trust at all
I'm hitting a wall
I'm hitting a wall
I'm hitting a wall
I'm hitting a wall
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jungle love
03:02
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a city's not a jungle
it's demeaning just to say
just cause our heads are bungled
it isn't nature's way
we're wild with restrictions
we laugh derisively
were free to our addictions
just act decisively
and they call it jungle love
and they call it jungle love
life more than we could ever bare
death from a thing that doesnt care
cures to the fears we hold dear
all that we feel comes from here
and they call it jungle love
and they call it jungle
you think that you're accustomed
to all the social snares
but what's a social custom
and why should I care?
who's drawing lines in gravel?
and what's a citizen?
and why'd ya need a gavel?
cause if it hurts then it's a sin
and they call it jungle love
and they call it jungle love
here we belong you and I
gods of the dirt touch the sky
it is assumed there'll be pain
heat rushes through all our veins
and they call it jungle love
and they call it jungle
no more ego games now
I'm sorry for that one
just look how far we've came now
when will it be done?
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11. |
oh no
03:24
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oh no
aw crap
my favourite aircraft just crashed i said
oh no
aw crap
my favourite air craft just crashed
i really thought
it would last
up until this evening past
but much too bold
and brash
the pilot got a little too smashed
he was my favourite lots of things
earth angel with the unkept wings
oh the joy he brings
empowered with unfiltered praise
blinded by sunshine rays
for his aerial escapades
but i'm not watching from the ground
i've noticed some strange angles and some skirting around
there's lights flashing on your dashboard
so heed their warning baby and correct your flightpath nowwww
oh no
aw crap
my favourite aircraft just crashed i said
oh no
aw crap
my favourite air craft just crashed
i really thought
it would last
up until this evening past
but much too bold
and brash
the pilot got a little too smashed
how can i enjoy your presence when
i see that you're breaking now and then
ya youve made it personal baby
it is not my duty to save thee
but i cant help but feel a bit guilty
to be privy to your complication
you know that i'm not the kind to ever be
comfortable silent complacent
oh no
aw crap
my favourite aircraft just crashed i said
oh no
aw crap
my favourite air craft just crashed
i really thought
it would last
up until this evening past
but much too bold
and brash
the pilot got a little too smashed
your chemtrails paint the skies blue,
but the atmosphere's crystal clear
when it is just us two
oh i really loved flying with you
but now its seen as taboo
thanks to who?
we all need
air traffic control sometimes
when decisions get so heavy that they break our minds
oh please call into the tower soon
cause i'm looking at the radar, got eyes upon impending doom
oh no
aw crap
my favourite aircraft just crashed i said
oh no
aw crap
my favourite air craft just crashed
i really thought
it would last
up until this evening past
but much too bold
and brash
the pilot got a little too smashed
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12. |
crocodile
06:27
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I still write letters to my baby
he was swallowed whole a year ago
I still write letters to my baby
but he seems to prefer his new home
what's a girl like me to do?
how can I compete
with the scales and the long tail and
twice as many feet?
I guess I'm not the kind of fun
that he pictured he could have
no, my blood's not cold enough
I did not stand a chance
he's been gone a while
inside a crocodile, oh no
ditched his name, doesn't pay his taxes
I search night and day while he relaxes
he ran away, wanted to feel free
free from his responsibility
people say it's just a phase
that he'll come back to me
if I mean something to him
I guess that we shall see
people say it all the time
this is the way it's meant to be
have I commited some crime?
is he avoiding me?
hope he's having fun
inside that reptilian
I still write letters to my baby
tell me could I have done more?
I still write letters to my baby but they
get pushed back under my door
I guess he needs a different kind of girl
one with a dinosaur brain
who could not care less about him
so he can do the same
I guess he's made his scaly bed
I guess he's having a good time
while I lie awake in dread
all these questions on my mind
did he find that missing piece
inside the belly of a beast?
oh, ouch
I still write, I still write, letters to my baby
I still fight, I still fight, I fight for my baby
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L'omelette Calgary, Alberta
Calgary-based L'omelette makes big, colourful, emotional art rock. Their signature sauce is a blend of jazzy vocals over curious progressions and dance-inducing rhythm. It's music that will kiss you passionately, and then slap you in the face.
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