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A Billion Rooms
03:50
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A BILLION ROOMS
A lonely scientist
Weighing, praying
Over boiling dystopian stew
Iconoclast atomic blast
Of bile and denial
What do you do when you can’t get through?
Get through, through
Wise ol’ globalized brat
Chiding, biting
Baby teeth with sequoia roots
A rhino in tearoom chit-chat
The flooding is coming
To the party of sandbar fools
The fools, fools
A billion rooms, rooms
The greeter with no one to greet
Oh contact trace that open face
An orchid with pandemic bloom
The huggers would hug if they could
Oh we need em just bleach em
Send them out to a billion rooms
A billion rooms, rooms
A billion rooms, rooms
A billion rooms, rooms
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COME ALONG TO ALGONQUIN
Still wear the gown from the infirmary
Street clothes still laid out uniformly
Plastic cups and food trays of the wardroom taken home
Sentimental for monochrome
Still wear the wristband, still won’t change the gauze
Bedsores are healed now, even relearned to walk
Go back for a number in the triage line
“Sir, you’re already discharged, your vitals are just right”
When you got out, did you want back in?
Seeking asylum in the regimen, in the regimen
We have an idea: hop in let’s go for a ride
Come along to Algonquin, the colours are in their prime
Roll down the window, an old freedom will unfold
Pull out the catheter, the prickly burrs in your soul
When you got out, did you want back in?
Seeking asylum in the regimen, in the regimen
When you got out, did you want back in?
Remember the highlands of Algonquin, Algonquin
Of Algonquin, Algonquin
Of Algonquin, Algonquin
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Failed State
04:22
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FAILED STATE
Fist fights, dim light in Eden
Stale taste, failed state of Zen
Dictator, tailgater
The nightly pursuit
Open window, armoured limo
Strong arm coming for you
Send in the thugs, plant the bugs
But they don't need or want proof
From the ground floor to the top drawer
An all-out rooting through
Fist fights, dim light in Eden
Stale taste, failed state of Zen
The cold sweat, what might come yet
The blackout in plain view
Shock and awe, martial law
The dharma under curfew
Fist fights, dim light in Eden
Stale taste, failed state of Zen
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Failed state of Zen
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Felt Board Jesus
04:12
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FELT BOARD JESUS
In this basement
I will make you fishers of men
In this basement
1st John 1:9 again and again
In this basement
Singing out, “now that’s the book for me”
In this basement
Only good news from the library
In this basement
Stack unused curriculum
In this basement
We learn to cover the skin
In this basement
Sittin on stained second-hand furniture
In this basement
Twelve steps or more to the rebirth
One floor below
Questions we’re told to ask
One floor below
How long is this gonna last?
And a felt board Jesus still down here
Dangling speech bubble says, “all who are weary…”
In this basement
Upright kids, upright pianos
In this basement
Swear to God in monotone
Down here
Lost tapes still haven’t been found
Down Here
Burn burn, record-burning vows
One floor below
Questions no one can ask
One floor below
How long is this gonna last?
And a felt board Jesus still down here
Over in the corner saying, “all who are weary…you who are weary”
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Hymns Within
02:54
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HYMNS WITHIN
Kids of ministers are up to something sinister
Yet they can’t help but hand out benedictions
They skipped out on Sunday School to map out dreams of Istanbul
But they’ll be back to put coins in the jar for the orphans
Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within
Took a pass on the sacrament not because they’re inadequate
Saving bread and wine for another occasion
Children of the clergy long forgot the liturgy
Yet they still hum along to the hymns within
Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within
Sons of the preachers no longer warm the bleachers
Growing rather weary of competitive sport
Daughter of the reverend, left the mountain of evidence
For beach glass and other mysteries in the sand
Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within
Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within
Will ministers blow off the lid, raise some eyebrows with the kids?
Consider lilies and graffiti and the hymns within
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Kind and Gentle One
04:00
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KIND AND GENTLE ONE
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
Seems every other week another old growth beauty is fallen
A dear friend of the sidestreets, a midwife of the born again
An artist in the alleyway, a chaplain of the dead ends
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
Memory of a care package from your simple home in the countryside
Would never reach the House of Lords, red carpets in the City of Lights
No bouquets from the Vatican, the Nobel, the New York Times
For sharing with the starlings, staying bedside through the night
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
Cruelty on the marquis and clearcuts out of sight
Your garden in the brownfield was planted just in time
We need your feel for the delivery room, your unspoken it’ll be alright
You leave your spare poetry, open table, undying invite
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
We’re losing a kind and gentle one again
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Potable
05:00
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POTABLE
No really, we could’ve been devotees
Of your enlightened renaissance charm
After tight lines, rigid formations
You strutted in smiling, unarmed
Potable water has come
Potable for some
Honestly, oh we were so ready
Lifting of the ban, sofas at the scrum
After advisories, heavy-handed frisking
You strutted in smiling, unarmed
In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some
But sincerity slips into sinkholes
A staging of sandbags won’t stop the flood
Our railway line twisted underwater
A rusted and wilting autumn love
In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some
In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some
In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some
For some, for some
Potable for some
For some, for some
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Silent Retreat
04:54
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SILENT RETREAT
Just north of here, another knee on the neck
One more under the radar, one more unchecked
Arms locked in peace to really serve and protect
In the face of the bullhorn, bulletproof puffed-out chest
Just south of here, a blockade for respect
If they don’t keep it up then floods of excrement
Elevated levels of lead and arsenic
Down river from affluence, the delta a mound of neglect
What about here? What about right here?
Single detached street on a silent retreat
A little east of here, high high bridge decay
Crumbling guardrails and piles above ravine and roadway
The kids know the story, they don’t have to say
Too broken for barriers, too little too late
Just west of here, tents and tarps on the move again
A ghost town overnight, no notice given
Someone’s gonna get hurt this time, well beyond ignition
Dignity in the dumpster, this is the city I live in
So what about here? What about right here?
Leafy neighbourhood, my bubble in the woods
What about here? What about right here?
Single detached street on a silent retreat
Oh what about here? What about right here?
Single detached street on a silent retreat
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Vigil For
05:09
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VIGIL FOR
Vigil for a vision of
Vigil for a vision of
The unencumbered, the noble outnumbered
Plenary speaker, rosy believer
The hall of famer, coyote tamer
Vigil for a vision of
Director’s genius, the prophet’s meekness
The re-inventor, misfit defender
Beloved politico, working-class hero
Vigil for delusions of
Forever bestsellers, steady Zen Masters
Critical darlins, sheep in their sheepskin
Seminal figures, revival singers
Hats are upon the coat racks of
Multiple nominees, a giant from Tennessee
Beatified laureate, canonized conduit
The humble holy see, the lowly wannabe
Vigil for a vision of
Vigil for a vision of
A vision of
A vision of
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10. |
Yellow Highlighter
04:20
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YELLOW HIGHLIGHTER
Yellow highlighter over red letter
Underline in ink for extra measure
Fortify in faux leather
Holy heirloom dressed up for the weather
Hide it under a bushel oh no
Or in a Dead Sea cave
No encryption no loopholes
This is public domain
Scrawl a chapter or verse
In a club on a wall backstage
If not all over the earth
Customize a license plate
Yellow highlighter over red letter
Underline in ink for extra measure
Fortify in faux leather
Holy heirloom dressed up for the weather
On a billboard with three lights
In a field on a county line
If even three cars pass by in the night
Precious few get the way, the truth, the life
Yellow highlighter over red letter
Underline in ink for extra measure
Fortify in faux leather
Holy heirloom dressed up for the weather
Yellow highlighter, red letter
Yellow highlighter, red letter
Yellow highlighter
Yellow highlighter
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Low Country Hill Hamilton, Ontario
Low Country Hill is Hamilton-based singer-songwriter Paul Hogeterp.
Low Country Hill
"evoke(s) comparisons to such stalwarts as Hey Rosetta and Bon Iver, but yet really does not sound particularly like either. The tracks stand on their own as testaments to superlative songwriting and an album produced to showcase haunting, beautiful music." (Floor Shime Zipper Boots)
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