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At Least For Today
04:10
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At Least For Today
Not gonna change the tide of the debate
Not gonna make a splash fashionably late
Not gonna move public policy
Not gonna challenge orthodoxy
Not gonna sway the mind of the board
Not gonna have my say on the floor
Not gonna write an editorial
Not gonna picket with a hammer and a bell
At least for today
Not gonna be mad with the 99
Not gonna make a statement and resign
Not gonna run for a council seat
Not gonna stir it up, turn up the heat
Not gonna sell you a new light bulb
Not gonna tell you the old gospel
Not gonna put up anymore roadblocks
Not gonna give you any pop psych pep talks
At least for today
I won't search cupboards for dopamine
Won't stare at all the faces following
Don't sign me up for the tug of war
Don't make me choose between left and right doors
Not gonna sell you a new light bulb
Not gonna tell you the old gospel
Not gonna put up anymore roadblocks
Not gonna give you any pop psych pep talks
At least for today
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Stay Up Here
04:34
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Stay Up Here
Let's stay up here up awhile, more stories still
Under northern sky, an open hearted night
Keep tending the fire until embers become sunrise
Unmovable shield moves us deep inside
Please don't remind me, we'll have to head down soon
We know what's on your heart, what you got to do
Let's stay up here, stay up here awhile
And the northern lights will make it feel alright
Now a rush hour is filling up your mind
The four lane life, the grid of the tiresome grind
Bills and headlights, deadlines in your eyes
Come on up to the quiet earth tonight
Please don't remind me, we'll have to head down soon
We know what's on your heart, what you got to do
Let stay up here, stay up here awhile
And the northern lights will make it feel alright
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Come On, Have A Seat
04:49
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Come On, Have A Seat
There'll always be a chair for you when the music plays
In a church or bar, wherever you need to be
I know it's not your style to make a scene
Forget everyone else
Come on, have a seat
Ride on an aria or polyphony
Back and forth in American Beauty
God Only Knows or a Dark End Of The Street
It all carried you this far, hope it still speaks
You always had a seat for everyone
Never any sidelines in your big, big heart
We'll lean into the hell around the bend
Stay in the seat with us, our friend
If you had one last ride, what would it be?
I hope it'd be in the sun on a straightaway
Get in a lime green van and take the wheel
Forget everything else
Come on, have a seat
You always had a seat for everyone
Never any sidelines in your big, big heart
We'll lean into the hell around the bend
Stay in the seat with us, our friend
In memory of Rob vanHartingsveldt
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Mint Leaves
04:11
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Mint Leaves
I love the way you lean over
Greet the sprawling mint leaves
Even though they spread like clover
No harm in letting them be
Snap off a little leaf
Don't you know, my love grows
I love the way you see photos
In the brambles and thorns
Overgrown and taking over
Ah, but that's the beauty
Point out the little berries, over there, way down low
Don't you know, my love grows
I love the way you leave a note
When you rush off early
Even though you're filling passports
Leave your love on loose leaf
Taxi’s gone, while we sleep, you’ve already flown
Don't you know, my love grows
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Midnight Prayer
03:49
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Midnight Prayer
Silence interrupted
Main Street siren
Long gone, rushing off for healing
But linger in my midnight
Midnight prayer
Deep sleep is disrupted
Shopping carts out of tunnels of subway dreams
Lonely blue cargo collecting
Clickety-clack to my derailed midnight
Midnight prayer
My midnight, midnight prayer
Memories of the unsaid
Few words and the great between
Deep breathing and warmth beside me
Now a whisper in my midnight
Midnight prayer
My midnight, midnight prayer
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6:04 AM
03:18
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6:04 A.M.
There will be a 6:04 A.M. in the dark night of your soul
Suddenly, the light of dawn as you fly above the coast
Now your feet land on cobbled trampoline
A lighter stone
You will see unfaded saints in a ruined mountain church
Suddenly, St. Francis smiling through a distant Roman arch
Ancient streets welcome you with laughing jazz
Singing birds
There will be a 6:04 P.M. in candle light of loving souls
You tap me under the table, then a wink
Overflow
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Hallway
05:11
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Hallway
How many years has it been now?
Same floor and same seat
Flipping through the same magazines
Still haven't read anything
And on the wall above my head
Framed trite in paradise
Florescent light glares off the glass
Bleached out words not gonna last
Whatever’s said now won't come out wise
All we got left are words from our eyes
Prayers feel more like priest than friend
So just a hand on your knee again
That room down there at the end of the hall
Sure scares the hell out of me
When the white coats come through the doorway
They don't have to say anything
Whatever’s said now won't come out wise
All we got left are words from our eyes
Prayers feel more like priest than friend
So just a hand on your knee again
Can you run outside put change in for me?
We'll be here longer than we thought
When you come back in, you know where I'll be
Same floor, same seat
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Abbey For One
03:45
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Abbey For One
If I had the choice
It just might be a still small voice
Bright rally shirts move through the streets
With a megaphone brimstone speech
Pardon me, excuse me now
I’ll find an abbey just for one somehow
Not even a note left beside your bed
My own tree line locked inside my head
Ancient monks of the desert knew
City lights touch the fringes too
Pardon me, excuse me now
I'll find an abbey just for one somehow
Hey it's me, I'm on my way back
But will there be any bridges left?
This velcro beard I'm ripping off
Maybe then we'll take a cloister walk
Pardon me, excuse me now
Find an abbey for us all somehow
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Twelve Hawks
05:20
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Twelve Hawks
Whatever brings you here
So steady along the county road
Your presence, an attendance
It's harder to get home today
Thank you for being here
And one hundred feet or one mile ahead too
Whatever brings you here
To circle above my little piece of earth
Your presence, an attendance
You who have the wider view
Thank you for being here
Just above or out of sight too
Keep watch for us
Soar for us, for all of us
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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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