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Quote the Poet
05:27
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I see this body, I feel my heart
If anybody has to start
Then it’s me
My parents moved to the river on the West coast
4000 feet with views of only trees
And I have a brother but haven’t spoken to him lately
But he’s on my mind, all the time, and I hope to god he’s doing fine
I spent the whole last summer in a dark room
With the radio up high to drown out all the silence
When you’re still young I guess you can afford to
Still support your own ideals with concrete beams and faulty logic
I quoted the poet everyday
And used his words to delay
Doing what I said I would do
With my coat on I drive away
Headlights on they illuminate
The road I’ve avoided so many times
Well is it true that life moves on in cycles?
Cause if it were that wouldn’t sound too absurd
Because I often feel like I’m back at a starting line
And everything, that I have here, is impermanent (yet still perfect)
And who’s standard’s should we live by?
Our family’s, our community’s, our nationality’s, or our own?
I quoted the poet everyday
And used his words to delay
Doing what I said I would do
With my coat on I drive away
Headlights on they illuminate
The road I’ve avoided so many times
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I used to wake up at eight everyday
Now I don’t even know what the morning is
So I’m in the basement just searching for any old thing
That reminds me of whom I used to be
Cause I grew real tired of holding that post
Wandering on like some kind of ghost
Maybe that’s when I’ll want it most
But it feels like I’ll never know
I meet so many new faces that I can’t keep track
And friend’s I’ve made are just scattered all over the map
I know the next place that I come to call home
Will be the last in a very long road
Cause I grew real tired of holding that post
Wandering on like some kind of ghost
But maybe that’s when I’ll want it most
But it feels like I’ll never know
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3. |
Side to Side
05:15
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Making my way through the tall grass
The wind’s rustling through my hair
The smell of the sea rises up through the air
I settle down, find a place to rest
Wade into the shallow cove
I’m half way in when I notice a boat
Don’t try to wake me up, please don’t wake me up
I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had enough
I look around and there’s no one there
So I make my way to the stern
I climb right in like it was my turn
I swing side to side on that floating bed
With nothing but blue above
Evading conversations about blood and lust
Well it’s soon winter in Montreal
The cross just stands so bare and tall
The trick-or-treaters move inside
It’s been a very good night, it’s been a very good night
Don’t try to wake me up, please don’t wake me up
I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had enough
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I got my reasons, they’re tied to the seasons
I’m kind of down but that’s just today
I know the message, however impressive
I feel like a ship, man. Sinking on a wave
An honest friend and a breath of air
Makes me question if she was even there at all
Seen this view like a million times
Coloured hue by my somber eyes... It’s all just purple
Light me up
Calm me down
I get so anxious in these big crowds
Is it the insignificance?
Or is it what she meant to me?
Is it the indifference?
Is there something else that I don’t see?
(Terrell Verse)
Light me up
Calm me down
I get so anxious in these big crowds
Is it the insignificance?
Or is it what she meant to me?
Is it the indifference?
Is there something else that I don’t see?
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5. |
Starting to See
05:47
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It was just the other day when I had a dream about an old friend named Catey
On the shoulder of a highway, we had nothing on our backs
I must have told a good joke, cause I remember her laugh
But we just kept on talking as the cars went whizzing by
I don’t think that a day goes by, where we are not left wanting for more
Well we can steal some objects, it don’t matter if we do
And we can steal some ideas, as long as they ring true
The world can forgive but we seldom forget our own crimes
And I think that’s why...
I’m starting to see how life is nothing but poetry and the means to the light
I just can’t find the right words to use to tell others how I feel about these common place issues
I just keep hashing things out and then throwing them away
I don’t know if I know anything but if there’s one thing I’ll say
It’s ”get ready for a revolution because it’s coming soon!”
I know time talks since the truth keeps
Re-directing my priorities and my questions
Almost everyday but I’m happy to say, I'm happy to say
That I’m starting to see how life is nothing but poetry and the means to the light
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Side | Side is the debut EP of Birches, a collaborative project based out of Montreal and centred around the songwriting of Josh Spencer
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