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Michael
06:34
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MICHAEL
Lead the way,
take my hand and
throw me to a pit of lions,
there's no sense in you crying,
lock the doors
I'll be safe
inside a ring with
hunting-killing heavy hitters,
no, don't you worry 'bout these sinners
I'm fine
Give me hope
and strength and all the
things that God is known for giving,
or does that just come with Christian living?
I'm not sure
Dry your eyes,
I'll meet you after all this
heresy is over,
I'll understand it when I'm older,
at least, I'll try
While you're gone
I'll find another way to
controvert the Bible,
a place with God don't bring survival
anymore
Now take me home
and read to me the brazen books
they've all been burning,
the real lessons we should be learning,
turned to ash
Put me to bed
in sheets of red and hope that they don't see the difference,
the colour blood don't scream innocence
like holy white
And I'll wake up
a wiser girl than every day that's come before this,
for sleep has taught me what they haven't
I'm mine
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Kettle Valley Mourning
04:11
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KETTLE VALLEY MOURNING
Lost my own shadow
got no one to follow
now I drift like a zephyr wind
soft and swift
Plan for entrapment
to keep two feet planted
as I wilt to the wily ways
of the grave
I fear that I choose not to be afraid
Practice forgiveness
a prodigal business
won't give way to these retrogrades
I create
Wayward in my own skin,
canvas of porcelain
all the greats have their one big mistake
even through their art they can't escape
Self-imprisoned artistic vision
Hands of voodoo blister as I paint
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A Piece Of Peace To Please
I’d be happy with a flood,
if nature conspired to help me give up
I’d rather be drowned by a break in a dam
than by ten years of love
that I feel breaking down
I’d rather be walking with Death by my side,
if life means pretending that
without you I’m fine
If storms should break and snow should fall,
then please bury me deep underneath it all
So I can lie frozen in the damage I’ve done,
so all is forgotten, and you can have freedom
I tried to be honest, but maybe this time
you need something more,
and that’s the reason I’m dying
Please, please, please, please, please
I hope you find peace
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4. |
Mothers
06:26
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MOTHERS
Saliency is ours
An outward jagged mountain tooth
An open prairie war
That humbled those with flatland views
A rolling sage
At home out of range
A sweeping itch for change
And solitude
Peaks and perils are a twofold act
In loop
A vagrant poet with a storm of words to scrawl
A story teller in a way versicular
A circumnavigator
with sovereign pen and paper
To summarize it all
A nostalgic oracle
To prophesize the past
Chimerical forecast of the things
That have already been
A retrospective map
To shepherd me ahead
And they thought I never would
Find happiness by tramping through
unchartered briar and bramble
A loud upraising and a slanted view
They want prison
and I want answers they can't manifest
A sleepless dissidence
And still the highlands bay
The anchorage the saved
All the homespun
Crazed to be moonstruck days
My mother mountain range
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5. |
Common Thistle
04:54
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Common Thistle
Empty nest, an unfamiliar leap from household providence,
halfway through the door I’m an inconvenience
And I hardly call,
with me communication isn’t typical
Long-term parallels are intolerable
I’m helpless to a highway’s endlessness
and the patience of the wilderness
Insecure on streets I must’ve walked a thousand times before,
outlandish in a neighbourhood so peculiar
Like a marble piece, I’m frigid and hard-frozen in a low esteem,
in this town nothing feels the way it seems
I’ll always dread this slow return to listlessness,
so far-removed from company bound by lineage
Limited tenderness for the ones we’re supposed to have a home with,
as I’m so constantly reminded
It’s hard to say what keeps me coming back here,
maybe I’m afraid the longer that I’m gone the more I’m pushed away,
it’s a side effect of pulling up my roots and pining for
escape in a life-long custody game,
never sure for whom I stay
Am I the wind that fills their empty sails?
A nonpareil, maybe I come back only to learn to propel myself
from where I began,
from the person I no longer am
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6. |
Leonis Stream
06:39
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Leonis Stream
Can I regret something said now that God is my neighbour?
Things from before, things I often swore I’d quit,
are just a tombstone quip,
my past is permanent
A shadow-box display inaccurately made
from oversights and past misplays
Control and destroy, a secret ploy to fade out to pursue nothingness
What if I am nothing at all?
It’s only logical, one rain drop in a squall,
without a purpose in my fall
Spirit sweeper, mind reaper, human withdrawal
A fractional being, stripped of all feeling
balanced in scales atilt
A weighted criminal, no innocence or guilt
Who am I now?
Do I fit into past, present, future?
No one to say what was once my name,
I’m turned into a lesson worked for little boys and girls
A chalkboard exercise, a failure recognized
A resting ledger line, a treatment self-prescribed
Where do cardinal sins go?
Weary from limbo left waiting,
post for an anchor, a foothold for anger now waning
Collapse into ashes, the cinders of hereafter
I’m fading, scattered and tragic,
a homeless romantic who’s aching
for warmth in the winter, for a face in the mirror,
for asylum that welcomes like home
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7. |
Yarrow
03:30
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YARROW
A fair-weather ghost,
I never want to haunt and it shows
An apparition apropos,
a fleeting railroad stroll
A nomadic coast
Tethered tight and taut in the hopes
that freedom might just keep me close
Give me the briny deep to narrow my scope
and sink my will to shake the north
My nature's unforgiving,
like a ragged city building
I'm a bedlam in an honest town
A firm-footed oak
has never once abandoned his post
as servant to the forest folk
And me, a humble yarrow
A weed to grow and grow
I make my bed the side of the road
a spread I can't seem to control
a fever thrust upon the summer meadows,
the empress of wild perennials
the grand duke of vast valley views waiting for wanderers
I swim in fields and cross every hill with spiny fingers reaching out
A subtle curse of putting me first, while those around me seem to dwindle down
to a lesser crowd
but I've never found it lonely
My heart can be forgetful,
it's a sinking deep sea vessel,
heavy pressure from these unsung murky depths
And upon this great submersion
I retreat with rosy fervor
I'm the sun descending in the west
And I lie sleepless on the ocean floor
One restless night can be the start of many more
so I'll slip out just like I did before
to play the song
of the dying swan,
I'm the eastern dawn
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8. |
Jalan-Jalan
05:22
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Jalan-Jalan
I came across a preacher on the side of the road,
she held my hand and sang me stories of the crucible
that was fired by the good Lord to melt her troubles
And I asked her if she’d ever seen an albatross
and, if she had, was that the moment that she found her god?
Was it fear of losing life that got her living?
A man with no shoes had told me once,
“We’re at the mercy of the Universe, we’re just playing cards
in a game in which the end is pre-determined”
I told him I had seen his spirit once before
in a canoe beneath the sun, shining like gossamer
He was winding through the crystal curves of that topaz river
On the sandy shore of that water’s edge,
I caught myself inside a coat made of rusting red
And through ailing amber eyes, I understood
The mountains made a valley like a weathered cross
and every night rang out its voices in a perfect song
that was carried on the wings of every bird
I travelled to a house that held a restless ghost,
he sat and waited for the one he loved the most
And by the dark new moon, his arms would hold his brother
I tried to count the broken hearts, but I got lost
beside a willow tree with roots I was depending on
And by the blood red moon, the grief we howled in rhythm
And inside of me, I felt a tiny ember glow
beneath the onslaught of resistance from the outside world
The more I walk, the more it grows - this tiny spark
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Johnas & Connelly Banff, Alberta
Johnas & Connelly is a Rocky Mountain duo rooted in evergreen-fresh folk and small-town splendor. Inspired by canyons, caves, and excruciating break-ups, the pair uses thoughtfully-woven vocal harmonies and seasoned fingerpicking to honestly channel emotion-filled experiences into mindful art. ... more
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