A tale of murder in the colds of northern Ontario and the weight of the emotional aftermath. 

Dear Night

Brown Clown

Pabin was my grandfather. He built a house in Nakusp, BC with incredible views of the Thor mountain range. He believed every home should have a name so he named that house Thorwind. He was a jazz musician, a historian and an artist among many other things and it was in his home that I learned the value of our past, to respect the years that create who we are and cherish them beyond all else.

Pabin

A year of medical hell that led to multiple surgeries left me highly critical of the western approach to health issues.

Golden Boots

Life in Canada is amazing. It's easy to take our basic freedoms for granted and this song is a simple reminder that life ain't so hard. 

Aint So Hard

PaBin was my grandfather.  A writer, author, composer, musician, historian and artist that will inspire me to do my best until my dying days. 

PaBin

Health is not a number that you see between your feet
A composite perfection of assorted hunks of meat
It's more like a reflection that goes beyond the mirror
Healths a state of mind that gets perpetually clearer

Cleanse, suspend the toxic tantrum
Wash away the childish choices
Allow new voices to surface
Mind body soul, a trinity a whole

Wealth is not a number beside a dollar sign
Nor is it the greenest plot a picket fence or diamond shiny times
Its measured by the times we live and breathe, the day to day
Wealth is present in every single cell that helps me feel this way

Spend, befriend the current cancer
Nothings worth more than whats in store
When all the vices crumple the crown
Mind body soul a trinity a whole

Miss Conceptions

Hear every sound disappear
Watch as everything fades before the sun
Though it seems the day has just begun
Know that this is not the way we're meant to be

My friend please tell me
why we cant simply be
the people this world needs
Were all hung up on our hang ups and petty deeds

Hear internal voices chiming in
Follow what they say because they are your heart
Plug your ears and pine away
things that brew deep inside they are the start





Hang Ups

Hey son have a seat in the not so easy chair
So I take a deep breath I think I need some air
Face to frozen face with all the fear I've come to bear
Now I'm wondering if I'll escape unscathed
I'm catching the drift.  The complications come in waves
So I put a brave face on and swallow the rising tide as they invade

Holy heals the holes 
One day I'll be whole again
Ripped from the roots
Dull pain up the shoots
Theres blood staining my golden boots

Now something ain't right
Got this feeling got a hunch
My muscles are tight
There's a lingering numbness in my tonge
Im trying to climb the ladder that leads not to but from

Thorwind

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