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Flares
05:18
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Help is on the way
Relief is in sight
For every angel that died here
We’ll bring in a new life
And every colour in the darkness
Will shimmer in the sunlight
We’re gonna be alright
No more
Chasing wayward spirits
And no more
Shooting flares in the middle of the night
Down here, down here
We’ve been waiting
We’ve been waiting
For you
In the grip of fear
Tight and shaking
We’ve been waiting
For you
Help is on the way
The bells of freedom are chiming
Thank god, this place has been driving
Me out of my mind
I’m so ready for sleep now
Cause I’ve been
Kept awake for days and days and days and days
With no relent, no relief, no release
And I’m tired
So tired
Rejoice
The feeling’s gone
No more
Shooting flares in the middle of the night
No more
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Grocery Store
04:54
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The world to you is just a grocery store
With long lines of people through the doors.
Well if anyone asks
You can tell them I’ve taken off
And if anyone asks
You can tell them I woke up and left
Before it got to my head
You’ve got a language of lies I don’t ever want to understand
I’m not a parasite
I won’t be a parasite
I’m not a parasite
Don’t go nowhere without your life support
Pink chubby fingers scrape for more
Well if anyone asks
You can tell them I’ve taken off
And if anyone asks
You can tell them I got tired of the shit
And made a run for it
Just roam the aisles, the stink of greed will make you sick
We’re at a breaking point
This is the breaking point
We’re at the breaking point
I’m a nervous wreck
And I’m frightened by other people
I’m frightened by the other people
And your grocery store
I’m a nervous wreck
And I’m frightened by other people
I’m frightened by the other people
In your grocery store
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The Florist
05:49
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In a small town on a quiet main street
There is a flower shop owned and operated by a florist.
In the summer he sets up displays on the sidewalk
And sits out there on a wooden beach chair.
Many locals pass by and they stop and they talk
To the florist and admire his flowers.
When it’s slow and there’s no one around he sits
And he reads a story or a book for flower-growers.
At the end of the day, he goes home alone
He’s pretty lonely, but not too much,
And when he gets home, he’s got a garden of his own
To take care of for an hour or two.
And in the evening when he’s done all his work
He sometimes has a few
But never too much, and he’s done all his work
And he usually feels pretty good.
The flowers, he loves them
They are his peace and his patience.
In the winter he sets up displays in the shop
And his customers feel good coming in
Cause it’s cold in the street and the florist has heated
The shop so the flowers can grow.
It’s dark in the winter, and Valentine’s Day
Is the second-best-selling day of the year
Next to Mothers’ Day, the other day that flowers sell best
And the florist works hardest those days.
If he had a love, imagine the bouquet
He would prepare with care.
But the florist, he has no significant other
And no mother for that matter either.
So gently he settles for arranging the petals
For lovers and mothers of others
And on long winter evenings, waters potted green things
And sits down with something to drink.
The flowers, he loves them
They are his peace and his patience.
Year in and year out, he lives day by day in this way
And he’s always ok.
For the flowers, the florist provides all that they need
For the florist, the flowers give peace.
He knows, of course, a flower is not a friend
But the flowers are like friendship for him
And he knows, of course, a flower is not a child
But the flowers, for him, are children.
He takes care of them
And they take care of him.
The flowers, he loves them
They are his peace and his patience.
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It's Cold in Space
04:42
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Where I am now, it’s quiet and empty
Beauty rushes and floods all around
The stars shine so bright here
And I feel so light
It’s frighteningly true
Because the closest worlds
Are so far away
Oh it’s cold,
It’s cold in space.
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Pull and Tug and Tickle
05:49
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Trying to climb back on the train while missing you
It’s a long long way to go now, missing you
I know, it’s all good.
It’s true, it’s all good.
These feet pull and tug and tickle
All roads lead away from home
Each day is one drop in the bucket
Some days the water overflows
Trying to climb back on the train while missing you
It’s a long long way to go now, missing you
I’ve got a new life on my mind now, missing you
It’s a long long way from home now, missing you
I know, it’s all good.
It’s true, it’s all good.
These feet pull and tug and tickle
All roads lead away from home
Each day is one drop in the bucket
Some days the water overflows
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Paul Reginato Cambridge, Massachusetts
Paul Reginato is a human who thinks about things and makes things. He is from Kitchener, ON, Canada, currently lives in Cambridge MA, USA, and identifies with Toronto, ON.
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