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Fuk Teckno
02:03
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Feendawg:
There's no one there.
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Ashley
04:17
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Sat beside you in the morning. Sat beside you at the movies. Was the film we were seeing about a three day bus ride across the country. You're a delicate flower. Those words don't apply to me. I know you like my mustache. It's a common sign of gentry.
Ashley, this is not about the blues. It's clear as 'Au Claire de la Lune'. It's not about those girls and the things I've done with them. It was simply nice to know you.
I know you left your van in Nelson. I left my morals back in Winnipeg. I don't want to be a homewrecker but that's the price I'll pay because your boyfriend's back in Brandon. I know he's ten years older. If we separate the wheat from the chaff will he laugh when we tell him that it's over.
Will he kick my teeth in beside the motel behind the fire hall? Should we wait until it's over? Until we're older? Until we have time?
Time for me to be your captain. Your pendant, your keepsake, your garden gnome. If we had time we'd hit Toronto. I'd be the roof over your Skydome.
Ashley, it's not about that map you drew for me. Or your thoughts on politics that made the hours slip away. It's not about that time you fell asleep on my shoulder. It was simply nice to know you.
Cheers Thunder Bay (burp).
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Ket Party
02:31
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Rocket off in a car feels the same as a NASA airplane. Looking out at the world no debt like a floating space cadet. There's no room in the back seat. We're masters of aeronautics. Take me to the place. Lock the front door. Turn on MTV and wait for the room to flip. Wait for the world to flip.
It's a ket party.
It's a cat part.
I'm a wiz. I'm a passed out cat on a sinking sofa. Hand loop through the loops of her hair. Take me to the free party. Give me a balloon. She'll stick with me until sunrise then the pub in the afternoon.
It's a ket party.
It's a cat party.
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Merlin's Garden
01:49
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Merlin's Garden:
Merlin's long cotton avon beard flies like a flag in the summer wind. He's planting Lilacs in his lane for the first time. The dirt between his fingernails sing a song that floats on the breeze with the sound of late night bonfires whose whiskey smoke dances like earth's garden in the sky.
He used to be content with planting only the trinity of:
carrots
celery
onion
That soup spoke too slowly with boring stories of chivalry, sunsets and happy endings. "Throw some flavour in the mix," he thought - with the thought of tasting life's real stew. The sweet gentleness of swinging in the afternoon. Or of sour noisy lust on a creaking 3 am bed frame.
It's with all this seasoning he knows he'll be fed for another day,
another summer
another year
as he till his soul's soil.
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5 Month Funk
07:39
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Oh baby here today and gone tomorrow. We were like wasps outside a trash can before the purple rain hit. Let's get our hands into some dirt and ruin all those pretty shirts under a sun that never sets. With flowers that never get:
To do the five month funk around your kitchen table. Put your arms at your side and let that old tail waggle.
I had some pogey money. A little more than I had before. I earned it and fucking burnt it away. Built a tower, kicked it down to play:
The five month funk speeding down the heathen highway. With out palms in the air, dancing into our sterling sunsets.
Run Away by Weezer lyrics:
Ask Rivers Cuomo.
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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.
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