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The Pervert

by Patrick Canning

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am/fm dreams I remember stumbling across Pat's MySpace circa 2007 and clicking "St.John's in the Winter" and thinking "This is an artist of real-substance". I've been a fan ever since. Pat's records have gone on to be much better produced and richer in sound but I love the raw feel of this one. It brings me back to a more visceral time. Pat is a musical genius and one of my favorite musician/singer-songwriters and visual artists not just locally but just in general. Favorite track: St John's in the winter.
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when all mass has stopped moving and nothing is drawn to nothing and everything is equal to itself was there any point at all in this discusion when someone could not see that there was no alternative in sight but when you held my hand in the backseat of that taxi after the party a new way was set to light tell me what is the taste of the broken air between us the city squints at the salt coloured light it reminds of a story where all light is revealed to see only shadows on the sun a dog with no legs trips and swallows his tongue and is pulled along the ground by the pull of the sun
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Blocks 05:15
we waded out halfway to the boats in the bay when we heard the fireworks calling when I shed off my skin I felt the knife in my chin and was thrown back to the waves where I'm crawling and they dragged me ashore and my legs were all tore with my hands in the air when you called me when I woke up that night there was nothing but light and the thought in my head that you'd fallen I'm stripped and I'm struck at my temple I'm strapped and I'm screwwed to a table I'm strung out and scrubbed and I'm lit from above and I've told them all that I'm able the blood is allowed to congeal and dry it's sealed up the eye on my right this room is so cold and I do what I'm told I might never get out to the light I've been pinned to the ground and pissed upon they scream and dig trails in my cheek I writh and I squeal with their heals in my groin and I'm thrown with the rest of the weak theres no two ways back down this side wait in the darkness so you hide and take this pill this beautiful pill I'll start digging graves if you will and take this pill this beautiful pill I'll start digging graves if you will dispicable madness the claws at my face the ugly man chewing his arm in your place with devices that kill set to your heart an ocean of bodies that I'll never part your in the bushes and trenches wheat fields and corn you've slept in the caves where the bear cub was born you're spreading your wings and you'll fly to the north where you'll never see their blood again you'll never see their blood again watch out for my gun you wait for me
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in the age of the bees I was in from the seas the dogs awaken sweat in the heat of the night wash your hands from the fight the tang of metal feel the heat of the lead hands held under your head as they wander around and watch you lie on the ground feel so small woke up next to your face clothes all over the place I hear you calling out mother trapped in this old garage doors are all sabotaged candle our only light and I am frightened live on old scraps of meat the sounds of pounding of feet skin grown hard in the cold my teeth grown black I am told
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I was just calling to see that your well I hope that your doing okay are all the doctors that see to your health been taking your symptoms away? and when your better I'll take you to town we'll dance and we'll drink the cafes and then the world will be better at last since I know that you're in it to stay here in my arms I said here in my arms oh now no one will take you away and if they try to I'll and if they try to I'll burn burn burn burn their cities to ruins outside the window of this train that I'm on the world is so cold and so gray I was so eager to go to the west for money and boredom and fame but now since the fire each day that I'm gone is another intestinal pain the thought of you there in that hospital bed wanting to see you again so don't be so lazy now don't be so lazy the whole world is waiting for you and if you call on me and if you call there's nothing that I wouldn't do cause here in my arms I said here in my arms oh now no one will take me from you and if they try to I'll and if they try to I'll burn burn burn burn their cities to ruins
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black painted bells in the rubble it caught her eye in that summer that beastley july out in the devil town combing the ruins my sister and I when the flood was gone and left the land dry searching for food in abandoned shacks collecting papers and old coloured glass and there my heart was left in the grass with this world forever broken you and I would always raise a glass and give a token to the peace that is our home we settled to a little house near a river where I fished for trout the grass grew high up to your mouth but you were just a girl of seven who only knew of heaven I was a boy of seventeen I was hunting birds in the evergreens I left you playing by the stream you must've wandered past the hollow where I warned you not to follow when I came back the night had come and I found out exactly what I'd done you were lost and without the sun it was impossible to find you no trail left behind you ten times hell I feel the shame no one else can take the blame I'd throw myself into the flames if that would only just absolve me her face revolves around me and tells me everything
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you know what you need in your life and you know its not here for you and you won't see it while your young we all know deep down how we'll be better off and we all know that it doesn't need a plan the moment I stepped outside you were waiting to strike me down do you think I would ever be that man so sick of it all I would think of death as another stupid page of my life that no one no one no one no one like you'd ever read in your life no one no one no one no one like you'd ever read in your life deep into the heart of your mother is a hole the blackest that was ever discovered in this world theres no second chance this time I'm afraid that you're on your own you'll have to find it for yourself
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St. John's in the winter and the snow piles up to the light and it's so hard in this blizzard to see the cops on Water Street tonight and St. John's in the winter anywhere is a good place tonight and I don't care where it takes me anywhere is a good place to hide and I can't get a conversation tonight when Lisa stares she stares right through me She can tell when theres going to be a fight and everybody grab an ashtray and everybody grab a light I can't get a conversation tonight pack yer backs I'm getting the fuck I'm leaving tonight I can't get a conversation tonight tonight don't you wanna get away get away from here tonight
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on the wall's a shape is that shape a bird? and if I close the window would you never be disturbed? all of my posessions all that I can see I could just give it away why don't you call me? speak to me of hell I'm never going to see it don't pin me up with wings I'd rather be a bird wolves in the gutter howling in the breeze they've been tracking your smell why don't you call me? sword in your belly handle in my hands look of inquesition jelly in the sand for all of your concerns you were so wrong to be so quiet about it why don't you call me?
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Harsh light 04:25
when you know your talking to nobody just a spirit with a name the graves are always empty and your homes are just the same the lies are just words that you strung in your hair and its twisted and knotted like a halo of air harsh light burns through your pointed skull a flock of birds through you garden wall I have wandered far and held myspace I have seen the art of each homeless face these days are cheap and I don't care about them these days are cheap and I don't care about them ever since the day your baby freeze in the cold theres a bastard whos waiting in the garden I'm told no survivors no survivors in this town there's a hole in the side everybody fell down there's a tidal bore in your racing gown and no time for war in prison town
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The Debate 03:00
the time has come for you to realize they'll be no second chance to get a warning if you hold your tongue for fear of being wrong you'll choke upon our fists before the morning if you try that trick again and blame my children or my friends who failled to meet expected contributions you could save us from the load if you would lie upon the road and a transport truck could be your execution the time has come for ash to blot the sun and let wickedness rain over ever woman it time to hate your neighbour let your children run with knives let the ugliness shine out in every human you know you soud absurd we need a thinning of the herd never think that we are lacking a solution turn your head again upon your family and friends growing fatter everyday on our polution the times arrived for life to be denied for happiness to take the place of freedom everyone should be a beggar everyone should eat with dogs everyone should have to pay for their submission I think that you misheard me are you trying to disturb me you could wash the vomit off with soap and water you think you can refuse forget the tools we never use do you think that we'd just let them sit and rot there you think it's a mistake that our intentions were all fake I'd say you don't know shit of holding power If I find that I am falling do you think I'd fall alone? does it matter if its a cliff or its a tower?
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golden mountains golden shores golden locks on all your doors you're always stuck inside all day the winter time blew us apart and though my mind was on my art it always will forever stay on the rocks that line St. Georges Bay hearts of diesel hearts of flint between the two ignite with it the flames that burn our cities down this kind of war the taste you get for babies hung up on bayonets they line the room and cry no more is it the only thing we're fighting for the only bows and boughs you get are flecked with blood from bayonets and only heads where tumors grow can understand the things you know
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The Pervert 12:15
there’s a body in the woods there’s a body in the woods there’s a body in the woods but it’s not my sister the trail stopped dead when we got to the trees the watchdogs howling and the sirens in the breeze every gate closed but they still disappear face painted black body hung on a spear wait down down with the gun the dogs in the forest try to get you on the run now this itchy finger will wait in the dark to write it all hang out by the swingset push you on the swings walk you to the woods where I heard you sing watch you through your window creep into your hall hide out in your closet listen through your wall see you on the dance floor drinks by the bar slip you little something and I drag you to my car walk into the restroom see you by the sink crackin’ all the mirrors turn the water pink light is in the window car in the drive phone you in your bedroom hear if your alive tub full of razors pills on the shelf pistol on the toilet I‘m talking to myself follow on the sidewalk step on to your train needle in my hand will help you with the pain pull you to the alley you stab me in my arm fumble with my hands and you raise the alarm taking all your pictures sticky in my hand burn everyone with you and your man fall into hell and get blown to bits can’t move at all except swallow and spit mouth like a baby that’s ready to teethe trapped in a box where you can’t even breathe it all comes down to where you wanna sit sit in the lake like a rack of shit flap like a bird in the burning sea sent like a rare white dove to me scream like hell walking home tonight safe like birds flying out like knives calling every boy and girl in town all the sky has turned from black to brown old moms praying while I defecate old pills and rope into the mouths of babes in the land of truth and the sickening snot with the black light burning through the holes in your heart black like the wind and white like the snow the snow from the bleeding hearts below in the home of the saints and sainted light in the home when the man comes home tonight when the sun don’t burn and the leaves don’t change and the wheels don’t turn and the boys don’t age the cancer spreads like you spread your legs I will hold head like a sake of eggs when the birds don’t fly and the worms don’t crawl and I see you creeping through the garden wall when the knives don’t cut and the cows don’t call and his are eyes are big but his hands are small

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'THE PERVERT" An epic recording, bloated and indulgent to the extreme!. 17 tracks of total nonsense, 80 minutes of music about murderers, orphans, fugitives, prisoners, lunatics, arsonists, politicians, and perverts. It's more me then you can handle, and I'm willing to bet that's true. The Scope says about The Pervert

From the Scope Dec 2007
Patrick Canning
The Pervert
Working at a call centre for 11 months may make you detest humanity, but it doesn't mean you can't turn that around and make a quirky, fascinating, at times even powerful album of 80 minutes long at the same time. He works with a broad palette of instruments and swoops easily from traditional-sounding tunes to high-experimentation. With The Pervert, Canning has poured himself into a clear glass—the outcome may not go down easy, but it definitely gives you a healthy serving of food for thought. EL

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released May 25, 2007

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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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