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Bicycle to Montreal
03:02
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Going down to the basement
To get my bicycle
I'll ride it all the way
To Montreal
If I ever did that ride
Would you come alongside?
Hoping the gravel won't hurt our tires
At night we'd light forest fires
We'd pass the leaves along the path
Each one a message from the past
We'd pitch our tent where we don't belong
And in the morning we'd be gone
I'm going down to the basement
To get my bicycle
And I'll ride it all the way
To Montreal
If I ever did that ride
Would you come alongside?
As I stare out into the sky
I start to forget exactly why
It seems we need to get away
Just to find out we should stay
Consider this a rain date plan
I'm sure we'll make it when we can
Going down to the basement
To get my bicycle
I'll ride it all the way
To Montreal
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Starting Bands
02:14
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All the lonely loves you can't count on your hands
All the young hearts are starting bands
Each precious moment is a double-edged sword
You live and you die and live again by your word
Nothing could keep me up on this hill
You got nothing at all, but they're haunting you still
So speak what it means to be free of these chains
When you know you move forward but you don't hold the reigns
Something's gotta change when so much is so wrong
You can't hide in your bedroom, you can't hide in a song
To each their blind sorrow in their own private world
The company you keep is the life where you're hurled
All the lonely loves you can't count on your hands
All the young hearts are starting bands.
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Ramblings
05:17
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And let the sun shine
On your naked skin
Do a dance
For the body you're in
Shine the sun on your naked skin
Dance for the body you're in
Don't look for forgiveness
Forgive yourself to begin
The rays of warmth
Comfort anguish
And they get us
To live again
Don't look for forgiveness, forgive yourself to begin
I can't keep quiet, if I'm to count you as a friend
The rays of warmth comfort anguish and they get us to live again
I can't keep quiet if I'm to count you as a friend
Forgive my ramblings they're just reminders of gentle focus, of tuning in
The more often I turn off the static, the more deeply I can breathe in
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In the Cedars
09:38
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In the cedars at the edge of this deep gorge
Your leg is shaking
You just let it shake out
When we hold each other it's forever
How is it that our lives have arced as one?
We've touched the world
Now we're older
Is my time half done?
As the leaves are all changing colors
Death is on my mind
Death is on my mind
All my time is for you I hope you know that well
When I can't steer I'll give you the helm
One day I'll not steer
When I can't steer I'll give you the helm
One day I'll not steer
Every day that's spent is as much mine as it's yours
All my songs are for you I hope you know that well
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Do the CEO
03:19
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Do the CEO
Do the CEO
Watch the money go
Watch the countryside go
Look at my fly fresh duds
Look at my fly fresh duds
Sipping on small batch suds
Healing with boutique muds
Alright now
Don't care about your rivers though
Don't care about your wildlife though
Got my eyes on a luxury home
In Orlando
Alright now
Alright now
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For David Blackwood
05:33
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What's in the gulf
Out on the water
The iceberg
It doesn't move
Little grows
On barren granite
The wind whips
And tosses you
And in your heart
There's only one home
And it's small but
It shelters you
Don't let them move
Don't let them move us
Don't believe them
Life won't improve
All up along the ocean our lives and deaths unfold
All up and down the coastline our histories are told
From the top to the bottom our lives and deaths unfold
All up and down the ocean our histories are told
On this frozen land
Take the only stand you can
On this contested land
Take the only stand you can
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Puke Purple
03:29
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They tore down the wall
Of the bike shop
All that graffiti
Gone, now brick
Outside was an empty lot
Just grass and rocks
The skies above us
Around six o'clock you'd hear those pipes ring out
And the sun would set through the trees over us
In our painted room
Puke purple
We spent every night of the year
We got our stuff
from the furniture bank
We watered those plants
But they died
That place is now a two day drive away
I miss that street and that house and that room
I miss that street and that house and that room
But that place is now a two day drive away
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The Bellows
07:01
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My time is like
The bellows of a 120-key accordion
When I come to the cottage
My 35 years seem as one
There's a lot of good
To be remembered
Though there were some sour grapes
For what good it does me
I got my walkman
Got my tapes
Nothing to hide
Nothing to fear
Everything to hold me here
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
How could I best break the news
Close the door
Drop the phone call
Wait for silence
Close my mind
Make potential plans for summer
See what freedom I can find
Nothing to hide
Nothing to fear
Everything to hold me here
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
How could I refuse?
All of this might be sickening
If it wasn't for last night
When the world was firm beneath me
And the music set my heart alight
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David Parker Kingston, Ontario
Musician / Music Listener.
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