it's similar to wearing fleece the first week of august

oops. lyrics.

toi ma foi, tu danses comme ça 
lève les bras, secoue-moi
des fleurs pour Violet dans un vase
un mal de tête
j'veux lire et relire, mais peine à tourner les pages

pardon tout le monde, pardon moi
c'est toi dans l'ombre
qui mettra 
des fleurs pour Violet sur la table
une clé à molette
j' reprends l'chemin en faisant gaffe dans le virage

des fleurs pour Violet

The Blackfly Song

Allo Vera

Call me out
Call me out
I want to play
I want to play

You leave me a note
Something you say
Meet me at the park
We're going to play

I will see you soon
Just a little later
Be sure it's today
We're going to play
It's taking too long
To write this song
Waiting and overstating
I want to play

We're heading for the park
I can feel the spark
That you will set off
When we play

Call me out
Call me out

call me out

H3aven

debris gems

There's nothing to really take care of
The only place where everything connects is where headaches happen
Where to locate myself
The way that I get the nerve
This is the only way, the only trigger
And who would have the nerve to say that all things are well

The average person needs extra care

There's no need for this to happen
The deep freeze, to stick, stuck, stuck
It was a good time
If this was a good time
Why don't you pay it off
Why don't you pay it off with a smile

average

Plea5e Let Get What Want

as i wait by the bridge
there's a light to be seen
and if i wonder where you are
i don't speak out of doubt
that i won't make a sound
the lion sleeps alright
jungles and crocodiles
i need a trip to Mars
let the air inside

i don't sleep out of sight
and i won't take us out
a giant sleeps tonight
jungles and crocodiles
i took a trip to Mars
let the air inside

someone called

Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
That hollow hurried sound, feet on polished floor
And in the dollar store, the clerk is closing up
And counting loonies trying not to say I hate Winnipeg 

The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates
The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someone’s stalled again
He’s talking to himself
And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase I hate Winnipeg

And up above us all
Leaning into sky
Our golden business boy
Will watch the North End die
And sing, “I love this town”
Then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim
I 
Hate
Winnipeg

Won Grait CT! (covering W3akerth7ns - MT BOTC 2011)

You see it doesn't really matter
Some of us hide to say these words
Other would shout them on top of a crane

There's a fool on a mountain
He's coming straight back from the desert
There's no place where
It's all about being ready

Questions asked about the weather
It could be that bad it could be better
Never mind

Take a smile take a picture
One is enough for sure and ever
Colour blind
It's not about being lucky

The more you look for an answer
It's always that same kind of shiver
Walk or die

Taking time to surrender
But every day a reminder
I'll be fine
It's not about being crazy

It's not about being ready
It's not about being lucky
It's not about being crazy
It's all about being maybe

about being maybe (avec/with Royal Saboteur)

prismism

nucular bombs and shopping at the mall - double depressing

Popolark

Slutrack

charity chocolate and coffee tables
books about bodies
books about birds
i don't want TV in the new bedroom
let's paint the ceiling first

you don't want TV
I don't want to read
these books about bodies
these books about birds 

charity chocolate
and coffee tables
books about bodies
books about birds
I don't want TV in the new bedroom
let's watch the ceiling first 

you come around at the end of the road
I got my head in my hands, my knees to the ground
It's making you gloat, it's making you float
And there's nothing to slow you down

Stop
You're blind and I'm crazy (One more time)
Not, not to worry 'cause we're fine (One more time)

Well I'd rather count raindrops in the sea
Than come home to your army
The fool, the glad, and the yeti
Your purple grey, your bumble bee

Where do we go home work and play
Wait in between, jump, drive and sing
I took half my pills
I took all your pills, dropped my head
Fell asleep, off a tree
Drove along those lines, shook off those scenes

I got you, DJ zoom, on radio love playing tunes
to the south, to the sun
To the picture on the wall
I love you on the wall
I leave you here to pause
with a smile, clouds above
And around like you're not real, or something

mark o' leptic

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