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I'll draw you a picture
03:22
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my hands know the river
my hands know the river
every mile as it heads to the sea
every knot in the stream
and I trace it each time that I dream
the place where it kills me to leave
I’ll draw you a picture
I’ll draw you a picture
I trace it each night that I dream
where on the floor on this cold cold floor
don’t you leave me
don’t you leave me
and I hear it each time that I dream
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Nancy
06:08
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Nowhere else to go
06:14
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Nowhere else to go
nowhere in this world for me
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Where is my skull?
05:56
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no one wins with their bones inside a box left to rot
and no one can hide their secret thoughts
without skins
oh where is my skull? where is my skull?
where is my skull? where is my skull?
home is not a concept that you could ever find
it will only find you when you’ve let go of all you’ve left behind
and you’ve finished being broken and alone
it will hold you and never think to ever let you go
in the ashes and bones left in the snow
I’ll never know why
you’d want to take my bones across the sea
oh where is my skull? where is my skull?
where is my skull? where is my skull?
And the ocean is much harder to convince
to carry me across in this world
Hope is the little lie we use to build our lives
It will find you when all your friends and family have all died
and there’s nothing left but mud upon the floor
It will hold you when the tragedies of life knock at your door
and the ending is the same for everyone
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Different crossings
05:25
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well the river was frozen and the sun was near the hillside
we were hoping it was dark enough we wouldn’t have to hide
stealing from the empty cabins near the frozen tide
we found a hatchet, and some nails and a carving knife
and we found some woolen blankets for my ailing wife
and then we argued ‘bout whether we should stay here for the night
but we headed back out for the camp under greying skies
we were feeling pretty lucky as we carried our supplies
then I heard a dog barking and a shot rang by surprise
then my friend fell dead on the banks by the riverside
there was nothing left to him but the expression in his eyes
we were searching for a place that the trackers wouldn’t know
but we were easy to follow in the heavy winter snow
and the forest was sparse and there was nowhere else to go
so we started across the river on the icy flows
we had made it about halfway ’cross that frozen sheet
stepping so fast and light through my gritted teeth
but then I felt the ice give way out from underneath
I felt the sharp shock of frigid knives carving up my feet
and then the water went past my head within half a beat
my friends were being chased by the dogs on the other side
and the current had dragged me down for a final ride
the ice when I got back up was too fortified
now I wander the banks of the river all the time
looking for the woolen blankets that I left behind
and when I see a child playing outside in their winter gear
I lean in close and gently whisper in their ear
“you should cross the river child there’s nothing there to fear”
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Stone river
05:28
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Hubris smells different
00:56
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Please stop coughing
07:18
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ashes will cover
and I see you smother
please stop coughing
ashes keep falling
the coals speak and I hear
the grinding of iron gears
black smoke gets inside me
on my red painted sea
always I sleepwalk
to somewhere we can’t talk
and now no one can
hear us speak and understand
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the sun is going down
and the wind is blowin
and now I’m so so cold
The fires going out
and now I’m so so cold
we burned everything we can burn
now the fires going out
and I’m so so cold
Take everything upon the ground
and place it all upon the flames
this shadow follows me around
and tries to make me call it’s name
and now I’m so so cold
I’m so so cold
I need a hot drink and a warm ghost
I’m so so cold
there’s a light that will only shine down me and you
there’s a light that will only shine down on me and you
there’s a light that no one has the eyes to see
Burn all that have, all that we find and all that we leave here
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A bag of empty metaphors
18:09
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light is an arrow
straight to my temple
light is a stone tiger
summer will last forever
the springtime is over
with it’s horror and sorrow
Life is always a seed
always is something
easily lost or looked over
love is a hunger
love can savage
it can devour all around you
life is an ocean
without a harbour
with nothing to carry you somewhere
love is the ocean
love is the seaweed
love is the sharp rocks
love is the shipwrecks
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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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