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A song a wrote for a stupid family christmas party where we were supposed to exchange something "special". I was the only one who brought something special. Everyone else brought shitty kitchen gadgets. Never again.

A Meaningless Song

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My guitar was getting repaired, and my heart was broken. My guitar is fixed, my heart is still broken.

My only love left in the world
Has beautiful curves, she's skinny but round
And the older we get the better she sounds
Asleep in my arms, she'll be around

She won't go like other loves
Please come home. We'll play our songs...

Through sickness and health she'll be by my side
All the aching gets worse when we're under the knife
Just get her singing, just get her back home
When her voice is missing I'm all alone

She won't go like other loves
Please come home. We'll play our songs

I can feel all our strings attached
The black hole and the rust and the cracks
And she's mine
Until I say goodbye
She's mine
Until I say goodbye

Until Death Do Us Part, My Loving Guitar

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Dreams within nightmares within dreams within nightmares. Where did you go?

Matryoshka Doll

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It's a metaphor for hiding from anxiety, under the covers in the morning.

Under atmospheres of pressure I am choked and I am flattened
I am crushed
All the mustard gas of morning is rolling over, put your mask on
Protect your lungs
Just wait until it's gone. Here comes the fog

In the trenches and the darkness, with my frostbite in the rain
I am lost
And up above the end is waiting, between the crosses and the poppies
In the yellow fog
Just wait until it's gone. Here comes the fog
Here comes the fog

The Mustard Gas Of Morning

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If I had a gun
I'd take a shot at every one
Of my dreams
Where you show up
My finger pulling
On a trigger tied
To self destruction

If I had a gun
Put it in my mouth
I'll blow you out
And paint all over the room
In lively reds and
Somber tones of blue

If I had a gun I would be dead
Painting the page outside the lines
Around my head

If I had a gun...

If I had a gun
You'd be afraid that I might snap and break
It's a good thing I don't
So all I have are words and sticks and stones
Maybe apologies
I might be sorry

If I had a gun I would be dead
Painting the page outside the lines
Around my head

If I had a gun...

If I Had A Gun

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Sell me my solution, help me understand
How small I am beneath the ad
That generates demand

Sell me something please
I'll buy anything
That I'm told I need
I'm nothing

Could budget I could save
Or borrow and buy today
I'm nothing

Open up my wallet, I'll empty what's inside
The plastic shell I bought myself, focus on the outside
I'm nothing with that thing I've seen on all the screens
I worry what my friends think

Sell me something please
I'll buy anything
That I'm told I need
I'm nothing

Could budget I could save, but I don't want to wait
I'm nothing

Consumer Report

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This is just a dream,
I fell asleep counting zeroes and ones,
Locked in an artificial world we loaded up
And then we couldn't unplug

Caught in a coma of extremes,
It's got us wired yet it's keeping me numb.
Evaporate the color off the earth, the sky,
The moon, and the sun.

I'm zero, it's one.

Delete all the feeling with the data passing over the screen.
I guess it doesn't mean a thing
Until it filters through the public machine.
So is it valid at the moment the computer can compile the code?
Real isn't real 'til it's ones and zeroes I can upload.
It's shrinking down, how long until it implodes?

I'm zero, it's one.

Binary Polar

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I saw the moon falling in the night,
The voices near me panicked. I stared calmly at the sky.
The oceans boiled off and I was left to watch,
The two hands come together, striking midnight on the clock.

Gravity pull us. Gravity pull us to the end.
Gravity pull us. Gravity pull us to the end.

Behind the pale face the stars begin to hide,
The massive rock that blocks above shuts out the distant light.
The echoes disappeared into the darkness at the end,
The emptiness of space embraced us when it got out of my head.

Gravity pull us. Gravity, pull us to the end.
Gravity, pull us. Pull us to the end.

You liked that I'm perverted and you liked a bit of drugs,
I know you liked the romance, and I bet you miss my love,
But poems and songs and dinners in the sunset on the roof
Wasn't good enough for you. Here comes the moon.

Gravity pull us. Gravity, pull us to the end.
Gravity pull us. Pull us to the end.

Here Comes The Moon

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Ceilidh's an island in the eye of the storm
Tucked away from the ocean in a harbour of calm
I'm a ship in a bottle, she's a message of hope
With a map to tomorrow, Ceilidh's my boat

Ceilidh's a door frame when the earth shakes the walls
Crawl under her desk when the sky starts to fall
She's a ship in the distance that spotted my smoke
On the way to tomorrow, Ceilidh's my boat

Ceilidh's an island in the eye of the storm
Outside it's freezing, beside her it's warm

Ceilidh's An Island

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Yes I did.

I Built These Walls

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See the music video:
https://youtu.be/GP3IEKKSB7Y

This song is about the many women who love and marry serial killers in prison and on death row. Carol Anne Boone, please let me know what you think! Obviously, the star of the show is the famous Mr. Ted Bundy! Enjoy his oscar worthy performance! It's satire. Get it?

Please buy from Bandcamp if you like my music.

Dear Mr Bundy,
Can I steal a kiss?
Dear Mr Bundy,
I'm a fan of all the things you did.
Oh, Ted (oh, my sweet Theodore),
You really make me laugh!
You're killing me.
I think I'm in love with you.

Dr Mr Bundy, I'd be glad
To share my life with you
Dr Mr Bundy please,
I know about the other girls
Oh, Ted (oh, my sweet Theodore),
You really make me laugh!
You're killing me.
I think I'm in love with you.

Oh, Ted (oh, my sweet Theodore),
I'm in love with you.
I know about the other girls.
Dear Mr Bundy please,
I know about the other girls...

Dear Mr Bundy

Out in the cold
Feel it in your lungs and in your bones
Is the oxygen gone?
Can we light this fucking fire?
Explode or expire,
Can we light this fucking fire?

Time shuffles on,
How long do we fan the dying coals?
'til they explode or expire?
Can we light this fucking fire?
Ignite or retire,
Can we light this fucking fire?
Explode or expire,
Can we light this fucking fire?
Burn out or rewire,
Can we light this fucking fire?

Light This Fire

Soundcloud is just for sketches. Full albums are on my Bandcamp. 
"Vancouver Specials" were houses mass-produced from 1965 to 1985 in and around Vancouver, British Columbia. They were box-like structures with low-pitched roofs and long, narrow balconies. I will not "Buy Followers", SoundCloud is a cesspool.

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