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White Knight
01:28
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Super Powers
03:22
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Sometimes I wish I had super powers
Super strength, super speed, or flight
Photographic memory rewinding hours
Relive the days that I was your White Knight
The only caveat being that I would remember everything
Line by line, my list of failures
So long it ends beyond the horizon sun
Highlights saturate the limelight
I’ve been blind to you
It’s so trendy- I’m emotionally aware
I’m working hard not just repeating words I hear
The only caveat being that I still regret everything
Line by line, my list of failures
So long it ends beyond the rising sun
Highlights saturate the limelight
I’ve been blind to you
Finite lives, my blissful hubris
So soon it ends before the horizon comes
Highlights saturate the limelight
I’ve been blind, and I still cry for you
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The Beast
03:57
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I’ve been over-thinking, Overanalyzing me with you
Off in the distance, I’m just a tourist in my youth
In between the soundwaves
Not lacking ebb and flow
I am the Beast with
Something fresh to sow
I never got better, in fact I am getting worse
Axioms are firing with no signal getting through
This moment marks a portrait with deep and violent hues
Complacent beast inside is forced to follow winding roads
On sidelines: Wretched Angels you can’t bear to face alone
I never got better, I am getting worse
I’m resetting the clock every time you mention her
With age comes wisdom, lovers scars will still hurt
I’m not asking for a handout
I’m happy lying face down in the dirt
In between the soundwaves
Not lacking Ebb and Flow
I am the Beast with
Something fresh to sow
Been forced to find yet another road
Deep currents beckon my soul
Twilight hour bourbon talk with life long distance friends
How all the things that own us become smaller in the end
I realised so long ago I'm no protagonist
When I leave to find myself, it's never worth the trip
I read your letters, and I know how it hurts
I'm reliving your losses now it's finally my turn
With age comes the wisdom that some bridges stay burned
I’m not calling for help, I am happy in the dirt
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4. |
Almost Home
04:45
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Mobius Strips
01:41
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In the mirror door just above the sink
Names you used to use, indelible ink
Late night subway car, lonely grisaille lights
Can’t stop getting by, borrowing strife
Pigeon architects admiring the view
All the way down from ancient rusted roofs
Never aiming for super strength or speed
Just to get back to who you used to be
They say that it’s hard "One step at a time"
Revert to a calm mediocre life
Every single deed done in altruism
One more villain comes with piercing ammunition
No hymn for the meek, no more swan songs
Hero of the week is sleeping through alarms
Past lessons learned, vanquish and deflect
Inner battle scars cynics will reject
You get to the age years seem to fade
Days feel the same, and senses are delayed
Crushing one more pill, "Baby steps this time"
Revert to a calm glass of whisky night
Fold your origami cumbersome and trite
Mobius strips, this mediocre life
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Take one every 8 hours- or as needed
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Strange Coincidences
01:22
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Have you ever opened the back of your television to let all the little people out?
Have you ever tried to check if the light is still on when the fridge door is closed?
When talking to someone with the same name as you, do you sometimes get confused as to which one you are?
Do you ever find yourself singing 'singing in the rain' in the rain?
When people ask you for directions do you get the urge to send them in completely the opposite direction?
Have you ever lost your voice and looked for it?
Have you ever become so obsessed with an object to the point of not allowing anyone else to touch it?
Are you plagued by strange coincidences?
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7. |
Embrace the Hiss
02:07
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Emulating empathy and keeping clean your falsest grin
Scolded for erroneous thought and tested by the Enigmatologist
A lingo expert falls to guess work and interprets your silences
Clandestinely the melodies seep from the stereo expanding to fill the room
A third person chain smoking lit only by the ash left smouldering
Says to me “Can’t you see your quips fade into old tape crackle and hiss
Truthfully, you knew that we had completed our analysis
You’re getting used to saving ink and leaving 'next of kin' fields blank
The policy is gonna be scorched earth when it comes to your friends
Your 'whataboutism' bleeds your honesty too slow to comprehend.”
Our squandered lease on youth
Wearing masks to speak the truth
The same somber weekend tunes
Can’t make those creases smooth
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8. |
Not Sure About You
02:17
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We’ve invented these time machines
But they only go forwards
Yeah everybody’s got one
Only paused for turning blind corners
Talk about chemical addictions
Not about black mirror vision
Newest dose of mythopoeic fiction
Is just a bout of lazy repetition
I got scratch before I start itching
Want to leave but I’m the exhibition
I down a glass to see my own reflection
Another dose of lazy repetition
I’m still not sure about you
That’s alright with me, if that’s alright with you
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9. |
Shape of Flame
03:31
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This shipwreck- an invention of the ship
This car crash- an invention of the car
My heartache- an intention of my heart
I’m hoping it’s over
She’s still searching for the last first date
And I'm waiting for the color bars to fade
She’s still searching for the shape of flame
But I'm waiting for the me in her gaze
These shadows of buildings fall on me
This concrete jungle grew without a seed
Those prisons built but indiscreet
No freedom from medicine fatigue
This shipwreck- an invention of the ship
This heartbreak- an invention of the heart
I hope it’s over
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Hourglass Sand
03:45
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I see you with kaleidoscope eyes
All the way broken shards combine
Ambiguity is your kryptonite
In this house of cards of your design
You’re still in search of a last first kiss
I'm trying hard to find my factory reset
Will she reveal the gears and tines
My corroded wires and lacquer lines
The vestiges could be reshined
Ivory keys and re-tuned right
You with me in your gaze
Me with the heart still on my sleeve
We could spend the night again
Be lovers locked in with hourglass sand
Hearts beating through toxic dreams
Self-loathing and romantic apathy
Cruciverbalist machine
I had fallen for you so completely
I’m still not sure about you
I’m just a tourist in my own youth
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Mike Whissell Toronto, Ontario
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