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Ritual Potluck Murder

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Another little drop of poison if you care Don’t lie to me Cemetery rays of sunshine in your hair Don’t lie to me Soda cans and chip bags and loose leaf paper The holy ghost steps in time Take my hand and hold it across the razor The circle shares you and I Another little drop of poison if you care hmmm Don’t lie to me February don’t expect me to be there mmmm It’s so hard for me Camera lens focus and bad behavior The sentiment burns my eyes Take my hand and hold it across the razor The circle shares you and I
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You can die when you’re young full of piss, booze and fire You can die without nothing to prove it You can die with your whole crew just watching you drown While the ambulances roam in the street here in the city tonight You can die like a sunset or die like a flame You can die with your sense of improvement You can die with the evidence locked in a vault Without anybody having the key here in the city tonight You can die like a hummingbird die like a phone You can die just like everything living You can die like the hostages trapped underground Without anybody setting them free here in the city tonight You can die you can die you can die here tonight You can die you can die you can die here tonight You’re not a star not a scrap of dust, wish or a stone You’re not a dream not a poem not a word or alone You can die when your horse sees a snake in the grass You can die looking straight in the mirror You can die when blood clot escapes from your lungs You can die like you’re a hundred and three here in the city tonight You can die with a hangover die in the clouds You can die with a stone in your kidneys You can die without anyone calling you mom You can die falling out of a tree here in the city tonight You can die you can die you can die here tonight You can die you can die you can die here tonight You’re not a line or a book or a sin or a song You’re not a lie not a proof not a ghost all along You can die paying taxes or die throwing stones You can die without training replacements You can die with your hands full of dog shit and bones While the pitbulls go to town in the streets here in the city tonight You can die without anything die on a throne You can die with a case of the mondays You can die without knowing you were not alone You can die snuggled under your sheets here in the city tonight Somebody help me somebody help me somebody help me Wanna go back home
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My beautiful bride there's only lightning in your skull And your eyes are open wide While the ocean made me dull Almost everything about you Is a balm against my pain While we’re stuck here without shelter From the sun or from the rain Clung together like two snakes in the grass While the salt air hurts my lungs The raft waits here to be broken While I taste you on my tongue Two weeks to find ourselves alive The ocean doesn’t care Your hand it grazed along my spine And through my sun bleached hair the seagulls gather around the sky And squawk and bray til dawn And glowing fish invade the night But don’t stay very long I cannot find the words this time That drive away despair But only complicated rhymes That desecrate the air But somehow through some magic crime My words mix with your voice And the harmony you make with mine Cause angels to rejoice And while the seafoam scrapes the tide My head falls to your chest And while your bones mix here with mine The ocean does the rest And through the years we’ve spread around To shorelines far and wide And like that ocean we have found Our love so unified
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G#_____/C#_______Gm GM7 You, you got what I want FM________________________E /A#/F It gets lonely in the middle of this life Oh you, you got what I want Someday I can say that you’re my wife C# Say that’ll you’ll always hold me Cm________________C And just try to understand Someday’s you can slap and scold me And I’ll try to be your man Cause you you got what I want When the world is darkness you're my light Yes you, you got what I want No one else can tell me it's alright Nobody else can know me A sliver of what you can Nobody else controls me With a motion of their hand B7___________________E But you are brighter than all the shooting stars B7___________________E You’re a homing light that burns out our eyes Bm__________________BM___________E Breaking all the rules and leaving us paralyzed Bm_________________ BM___________E We don’t know how to act you left hypnotized Bm_________________BM Breaking all the rules breaking all the rules now G# You, you got what I want You’re the only one to take me on this ride Oh you, you got what I want You’re the only one I’ll keep next to my side Somebody thinks they got what it takes And somebody got it wrong But everyone’s not you and I You, you got what I want It’s lonely in the middle of this life Oh you, you got what I want Someday I can say that you’re my wife
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I’m going out I’m going outside Ain’t nothing gonna stop me Ain’t nothing in the world but this song tonight I’m going out My home may break apart Ain’t nothing gonna stop me now I’m going outside Where the world don’t know Just what I got planned tonight I’m going out I’m going outside Ain’t no one gonna stop me now
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It’s always raining It’s always late to start It’s always talking about it It’s always priced to high It’s always dying slowly It’s always slightly bent It’s always better last year It’s always wet It’s always telling the truth It’s always sliced too thin It’s always writing in books It’s always cold It’s always looking at me It’s always making faces It’s always in the mood for It’s always left outside It’s always missing the point It’s always light It’s always come up short It’s always pushing onward It’s always 80’s night It’s always taxing your food It’s always mine to keep It’s always lovely It’s always taking chances It’s always gone too far It’s always in the middle It’s always someone else It’s always late for dinner It’s always sentimental It’s always raining It’s always a youngman’s game It’s always dressed too sharp It’s always on the pogey It’s always smiling It’s always Holding the fort It’s always built to last It’s always missing features It’s always a shame it’s over It’s always laughing It’s always pulling punches It’s always been this way It’s always cramped It’s always next time around It’s always currency It’s always first world problems It’s always who shot first? It’s always lying about it It’s always close to the bone It’s always made in china It’s always made in taiwan It’s always something special It’s always a bit off center It’s always super deluxe It’s always slowly dying It’s always a bit too much It’s always
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The golden age begins today Poured out of a hotel ashtray No these pieces don’t connect Stolen makeup Shoes untied Stay at home it’s freezing outside mmmmmhmmm There’s a bucket of his stuff inside No I don’t think it’s dead yet Yellow hairbrush Button eyes Mind your language no one needs to cry Dirty towels Plastic knives It’s still cold outside Oh your pants are soaking wet Eat your carrots Dry your eyes Heaven holds no place for those that lie Broken window Quiet sighs It’s so cold outside
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I never asked to be alone But I guess I just assumed With all these american mothers Feeding their ugly boys in their dark and empty rooms Only white bread and popsicles Pat their heads and sigh what’s a good boy to do? Now we slip into our nighties Cross ourselves, clasp our hands and pray Think about all those dying kids in africa Then we roll back the duvet Just keep quiet and finger me Don’t you wake the child I get up early in the day It’s been three weeks since I had a little bit of action Or we could quietly kill ourselves leave the car in drive stuff the towels neath the door But which of us has the time? Jimmy’s got his karate club And Jenny’s got her dance class at four
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These arms that held me float in the air above And while they drift around us I feel their endless love There is a light between us inside this smoke filled space And while it should have choked us it has the sweetest taste This song we’re singing I knew no words before But the notes pass through me like an open door There is no floor below us but it feels so warm Like a babies blanket held by a quiet storm There’s so many lights There’s so many lights We maybe moving forward but it’s so hard to say They’re no walls around us and it spreads out each way Far down below us the greenest valley waits Where the orchards blooming scent intoxicates us And high above us a figure fills all space And we long to touch it, it has our mother’s face And though it smiles it’s eyes are always closed And it’s arms contain us with our hearts exposed There’s so many lights There’s so many lights And it’s a long way a long long way we go we go And it’s a long way a long long way we go we go
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Made for the 2018 St John's NL RPM Challenge. My 10th one!

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released March 1, 2018

Patrick Canning - everything except:
Devon Milley - Drums on track 7
Michelle Swab - Backing vocals on track 10

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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.

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