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I Try (E.I)
05:39
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i try and i…
i, despite a cautious eye, fall to it supine.
i try and i've tried.
i've spent so much life just bit-biting in time.
i've tried and i'll try.
i'll train my heart and mind - despite my aiming wide - on shooting out the seer's eye.
(and stretch for sundry rhymes).
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Aim (E.II)
04:38
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over and over we fall
as if this day hadn't called out us all
bite your lip and suffer that lofty glow
and will the summit nearer by herringbone.
over and over we tell
of chance's charm, a winsome hell:
all your life spent waiting on one window
to watch it idly open and close.
over and over you crawl
as if today hadn't called out you all
sage and seer know - haunted, prone -
we, for naught, will clamber and herringbone...
there's another way.
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Hold On (E.III)
04:40
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four long years spent waiting and always coming up short.
all my time spent searching and always coming up short.
but sometimes it's easier to wake up in the morning, drink my coffee, and head right back to bed.
i've doused heart-fires waiting for my ship to come in
(and) gained but crow's feet (my brow's furrowed) learning what i knew as a kid.
and sometimes it's easier to wake up in the morning, drink my coffee, and head right back to bed.
four long years spent waiting and always coming up short.
all my time spent searching and always coming up short.
four long years spent waiting… i won't let that happen again.
with my sights on capstone, ready, i'faith, i follow again.
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Get Out
04:03
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all ye from yon feckless fold press me to recite, again,
"old habits die."
all these brazen voices call, "get out."
all these hateful voices want's to tell me of my debt again,
hound me for some word unsung, amassed within a clin d'oeuil's span
all these crazed voices call, "get out."
all you shameless people want is a train wreck and a sarabande,
cool reserve and a heart-whole wit - daydreams of a spinning head.
all these brazen voices call, "get out."
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Bridge
01:11
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"dishwasher squealing"
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Hark
03:57
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come tell me the story of how you left love on the stove.
stay, sleep through the morning with your posits and all,
my tense, young emphatisan.
i - unknowing and certain - have walked out on love.
wretch - unrepentant and aimless - watch where you've trod.
you best not do that again.
i came just to talk.
the walls will all blow away.
the city will fall.
it's best not to lose your head
in matters of love.
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Nick Everett Montreal, Québec
Nick writes music for Mauno, Equal Part, and Nick Everett & Everybody.
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