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Luther
04:25
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Luther traveled West. All he brought with him was anger and strife. He chose to take the loneliest path and start out in the darkest of times. He cried up to the sky but he knew he was fine. Next Luther met a girl with face so fair and beautiful reddish curls. He was scared in his heart of hearts. He asked her name. She smiled and said “I’m yours for always.” They made love under the stars. Luther sat around the flame. His past jumped out at him like a blinding snake. That snake did he tame and started to learn from all of his past mistakes. Last Luther met a man who drank too much and to Luther raised his hand. Although Luther was in pain he said go in peace my son don’t fret because we all float on like this song.
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Wannabe
03:10
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I don't want to be rich. I don't want to drive fancy cars with gloved finger tips. In fact I want to die lost and lonely on the side of the road in a darkened ditch.
I don't want to have sex. I don't want no clit lips hips or ass kissing or arms around my neck. I'm done with the whole thing. Going gay or going back to the old convent .
I don't want to be free. I like that holy trinity hanging over me. I don't like change. I like these chains. They seem pretty comfy to me.
I want to be rich. I want to have sex. I want to spit in the face of an officer tonight.
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Glorious Day
01:00
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Jasper Train
05:41
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Came into town lost and loose and lonely. The mountains around me made a maided chain. Now those mountains all have icecaps. They hang their heads in their shame.
But I know that their time will come when their peaks are melted by the morning sun. I know this day I must be traveling on and there's a train tomorrow.
Remember that old street corner. You know that one where we used to hang. Now that old street corner is hammered by the crooked rain.
And I know that its time will come when it serves its last meal in the evening sun. I know this day I must be traveling on and there's a train tomorrow.
Came into town lost and loose and lonesome until a butterfly perched on my shoulder. Now I don't feel quite so lonesome. Me and the butterfly did get older.
And I know that our time will come when we'll be barbequing in the Ucluelet sun but I know this day I must be traveling on.
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Mrs. Lazer Quest
04:26
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I woke up streamside my nose it was so cold. That's just the way it is when you're born an old soul. You keep me warm. You keep me right. You keep me questing through the night. The road's a bruised bone, a dying trend but I'm not afraid of what's around the bend. It could be heartache it could be new friends.
You came to me from a mountain top. A rolling stone like me I know we'll never stop. I push the pedal too hard. You blow out steam. Like some women before I hate to hurt my queen. I'm not a have not. I'm not a has-been because that party's not my scene. That thought would be obscene.
I know you're last trip will soon be here. Then you'll drive up into the atmospehre. Your airbag's a vacum that sucks up the years but it can't dry away my tears and all the rest. I love you Ms. Lazer Quest.
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Island Town
01:09
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Manbun...Mullet...Ect...
06:45
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He's got a manbun. I've got a mullet.
The five ways of love are rings on each finger of my hand. I gave you a high five. You gave me a fist but I understand. He told me to fuck off in a dream. I woke with a fetid scream and a black cat tattoo. Just like you.
If the road is ever blocked by a burning artifact just remember I was always coming back.
You see the future but I'm the one with the third eye. It's hard to tell the truth when everyone tells you lies. I stood up for myself. My Ibuprofen my mental health. I sent flowers to Algernon. Now you're gone.
I saw a 50s photograph of our family. Heads together with a baby bonnet kitty. The photo was never framed. Left discarded without a name. You made a mistake and it's fake.
If it's a mistake that's fine. But let me be so I can make mine.
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Narc
04:27
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I see you at sunsets in the corner of my eye. In the aftermath of an afterthought I’ve got your lighter. Do you still have mine? I cursed it, kicked the gravel of the graveyard haute and hallowed. Don’t disturb this afterthought of a faded list and a bony gavel.
What do you think of me now? Are you still drunk? Have you sunk like a faded folding towel?
Get out of my heart. Get out of my head. You think so highly of yourself. But you know it takes a narcissist to pick me up and put me back on the shelf like I did to you.
Intuitions fading in the back seat of a van in a small town in Alberta. Laying pipe like a holy man. Drunken Walmart shopping carts are lock wheeled in the sand. If we don’t use and lose each other was there ever another plan?
How did you think it would sink in the blink of a shadow? Birds that stay for far too long become so think and tallow.
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9. |
Shroom Song
01:11
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10. |
Song For Frances
03:28
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Sister, O sister. What’s going on? Can I write you a postcard? Can I sing you this song?
You sit on your throne above everyone. You’re a big banana. You’re yellow as the sun. You are a dancer. You are the laughter. Remember when you liked to Ace and said you had cancer.
Maybe you had a rough day. Maybe you’ve had a rough past. But there’s strength in numbers. You’ve got them all. I know you’re built to last.
With some dark humored luck. Because I know our family’s stuck sometimes. You know it’s good to see you there. I love your smile and know that I care. I care so much. You’re the only sister I’ve got. So happy birthday!
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Rail Station
03:11
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I walk by the rail station about sixteen times a week. Why do I go there? Is there a train that leaves tonight to take me back to the village green across a Roman aqueduct by the stream?
The sound’s solar at night. When the bell rings two times. It’s a teenage blast site in the city.
I walked to the airport in the morning. I took the train to Bristol to watch The Cribs play at The Fleece. On the platform you kissed me to invite me back to your house. Left you on the couch. Ariadne in the back glow because I had to work on Monday night.
There was a swirling cat’s eye on the dragon’s hillside. It was suspended in time.
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12. |
Viking Ship
00:56
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14. |
Day 3
02:58
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I started crying with my head on a desk feeling the smooth patter of demons, invisible but strong
They're sticking things in my ears again, it feels like they're shoving beer can tabs up my urethra
I'm in a bubble, everyone watches me climb a hill of sand, hand over hand over hand
Slide away
I can't do anything
I look out into the courtyard and see a gremlin perched on the airplane wing of the coming day
The world's aflame and it's going down
Each time I see a blue light
Every time I stop thinking for more than three seconds
When will this car battery recharge?
When will I wake up sweat free?
Not from a dream where I mess up drunk and see the colors run out of my elementary school's brick wall.
Like the juice out of an undercooked steak.
The music crescendos as the bungee cord tightens.
The stools on two legs wobbling in and out of existence
I am death, cypher of all things, with only the muscle and tendons of my two legs holding me still here
The curtain is opening the endless to watch me jig on the air
Virginia Woolf, stones still inside her dripping pockets
Gas like Sylvia Plath
They look at me and cold chant "you can't come back"
I wake up on a Bahama Beach, wind cradling the light wind
I'll sleep here tonight in a peaceful dream
Remember, this is no Oprah Winfrey story
This life isn't Miracle Whip
The elevator's late
So hold it in because no one likes to shit then sit in it
Rock bottom lasts longer than a moment or a day
I doubt I'll make it to this Christmas anyways
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15. |
JTE
03:44
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On a Salt Spring static farm I was thirteen. I saw a guitar man play on the CBC. My dad sat on the floor to watch with me. He saw the man’s dad play in ’73 in a lace teepee in Courtenay, BC.
With the TV off he still stared at the screen. He said “son let me paint for you a scene. That man’s dad will bury him you see. Like a creaky spine it’s dad’s that know these things. We all live in a dream.
We dance for life. We dance for death. Funerals and wedding cakes will cut the cord where you stand.”
Remember to trust your old man.
After thirty years it’s time to look back. You can’t carry around those wares without a sack of brown clouded mountains that matched the brownness of his eyes. The vivid landscape shrouded by the opaqueness of his lies.
“Life’s a worn out ball without a tether. You don’t end up with the ones you love forever.”
As we sat on the old Salt Spring deck and spat into the sea I realized one day he would have to bury me under a tree.
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Nailed It
02:01
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Del Boy Druid Vancouver, British Columbia
Treeplanter, trouble maker, vagabond, musician and writer straight from the deepest darkest coldest centre of Canada.
djlradio@proton.me
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