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To Love Wind
04:37
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Oh, I thought you would know
how much I envy your tune whistling through
Oh, can you teach me to love you?
Right now I resent you; but I wanna change
Friends with the shore
Sing with the waves
Steering the sails
Take me with you
Under the wings
Through all the hair
Ringing the chimes
Teach me to love you
Like the Quacking aspen and
Fields of wheat
Miles of dunes
It took me so long
To see what you give
Hear what you say
Taste in the air
I’m free!
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River City Stays a Dream
04:03
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There’s a box I wished I’d never packed
with shells and book and dreams
the thought of no regrets thus far is a fantasy it seems
I left in such a youthful haste that no one stayed to see
if I’d return a grounded man or lost in naivety
But had they been on shore to catch my whimpering return
they would have found a father with his spirit badly burned
and his oldest son tied to heels, wounds needing cleaned
but despite our roots and smoky tears, river city stays a dream
River city stays a dream
I found a home so effortlessly dry begging for water and sun
so I added some trees and edible things
and thought for sure I’d won
the game I bet against myself in which I fly the coup
in search of who I might become and friends to share my soup
But as it be the soup I make requires self-esteem
and amongst the songs and beautiful things, river city stays a dream
River city stays a dream
Turning leaves and I voyage again and break the steady flow
of love and tender welcome from everyone I know
I offer my sons to the dragon of fate who feeds his glistening coat
with open wounds and bristling skin while I breathe through a knot in my throat
So I hide from the beast my precious reserve throbbing in my calf
of molten tears and secret words that appears to be only half
the armor I need to protect the land of memories unseen
from Hangman Creek to People’s Park where river city stays a dream
River city stays a dream
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Shimmering Façade
04:06
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Pussy willow surrounding songs
Contrived old vine I wish you grew well in our home
Now it’s clear you just echo sorrow
My tears run clear across your…
Waxy wounded
Unctuous glimmer
Shimmering façade
Your name I’d love to sing as well
Security is lacking in our distant tongue
For when I spoke with utter gumption
My phrase fell short amongst your…
Waxy wounded
Unctuous glimmer
Shimmering façade
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Vernissage
03:50
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Why when there’s punch and empty smiles my ego quivers?
Talk of Foucault, Deleuze & Guattari, Heidegger and Nietzsche
There are grapes and cheese and pita and meat and the guest book leaks pretension
on the tile so cold and white like teeth, we’re obsessed with another dimension
Does it change if I’m alone?
Hips distracting, heels inviting my eyes back to the bone
I’m taking off all your clothes
J’ai oublié de parler avec grâce, pardonne-moi
Les tableaux ont pris ma voix et je suis sans ma pierre qui
me garde sain d’esprit; pas plus, pas plus, pas plus
Il y a une autre terre qui me laisse être moi,
laisse-moi, être moi, que le pont s’effrite
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If ever a lonely place,
one where beauty must prevail
Words gathered and strung into songs
from a rock-filled dock that doesn’t pretend to float
The sun scarred planks and iron wounds
crumble and tarnish—splinter and stain
The sun scarred planks and iron wounds
crumble and tarnish—splinter and stain
I wish I could feel the waves
but I settle for smoke
settle for smoke on my tongue
and the sound of orchestral ripples
It’s an imagined place with memories unborn
Kettles on fire
everything postponed
we teeter in denial
and leave our home behind
A teaspoon less of sugar in tea
is bitter as wind and now we're trapped at sea
Perhaps I'll meet the wind halfway
I expect to return but I doubt I'll stay
in love with you for the wind tells well
of where I'll land I know I fell
So call it loss
and mourn it in full
for pain is fleeting
if you find something to learn
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Juggle Beat
04:59
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I got my juggle beat, it’s enough to make you move
I bounce it for the masses and catch it with a groove
I’ve got my twinkle bell to get lost with the stars
I ding it for the gold and mute it for the scars
of being animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight I’m never letting go
of being animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight, I’m never letting go
I got my feet wet but can’t bring myself to swim
I feel so insecure, like I’ll never win
I got a taste of what it’s like to live alone
Now I yearn for the freedom and hope it doesn’t show
that I’m an animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight I’m never letting go
Cause I’m an animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight, I’m never letting go
If I return I know it’ll feel the same
Like a child dipped in paint playing my old games
I’ll draw your cheekbones and accentuate the smile
Just steer my feet towards the hills, man it’s been a while
Since I was animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight I’m never letting go
Cause I’m an animal: the only breath I know
Full lungs held tight, I’m never letting go
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Leaving Art
04:38
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To be a sculptor is to find a home
leaving art to the widows who can’t share the moments
To be a painter is to remember a face
leaving art to the youth who can’t see imagined places
To be a poet is to lose a bell mid-strike
leaving art to the clouds to dampen a trying memory
To wander the city is clench the arch
leaving strides to the wheels who spill water on our cuffs
To sleep on a bench is to swim through stone
leaving rings in the cracks and fingers on their own
To sing a song is to choke on smoke
and take another toke of a hocus-pocus drug in hopes to open a reason
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Heat Speak Spokane, Washington
Indie folk group led by singer-songwriter multi-instrumentalist Dario Ré. His impassioned poetics sung in English and French are supported by dynamic musicianship and intricate arrangements to create a unique blend of indie rock, chamber folk and world fusion. ... more
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