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I Spy
03:39
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I Spy
With my little eye, I spy a sunfish floating on by.
I see that it’s spying right back at me.
With my little eye, I spy the sunlight streaming in from on high,
I sense that it’s spying right back at me.
With my little ears, I hear a tui, singing life a song,
Possessing the voice of a thousand souls.
With my little ears, I hear other birds attempt to sing along,
In spite of their lack of vocal control.
With my little nose, I s’pose the world is leafy at this time,
Seeing as the trees no longer hide the sky above.
And my little nose, I s’pose is drunk on life’s olfactory wines.
I notice the fragrance is brisk, but pleasantly rough.
Will our abundance of senses ever be enough?
What if this earth is just a diamond in the rough?
Or what if this world features the best in planetary stuff?
With my little eye, I spy a sunfish floating on by.
I see that it’s spying right back at me.
With my little eye, I spy the sunlight streaming in from on high,
I sense that it’s spying right back at me.
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Signposts and Chain-link Fences
You've got to see that money’s not on your side.
You’ll just have to ride this one out.
The ebb and flow of money’s outgoing tide…
You’ll just have to ride this one out.
Time is on your side.
The office scene has thieved your creative babies.
One by one, they’re gone, and you’re left without a hope of starting life out as a rock star,
Actress, author, chef, all your dreams are left with
Others put to rest.
Did you ever find that life was defined by signposts and chain-link fences?
Did you ever find that life was defined by signposts and chain-link fences?
Lady Luck took a rain check on this year.
You’ll just have to ride this one out.
Her long sabbatical nurtures your hounding fears.
You’ll just have to ride this one out.
Time is on your side.
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3. |
Home
03:16
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Home
I wanna go home
But I don't wanna go home
'Cos I don't know where my home is
And I've just gotta know where I oughta go.
I don't want my friends to see
Adventurers lacking money.
Got any prospects, honey?
Unemployed journeywomen, feeling low.
Put on a show.
Frightened, I won't let 'em know.
Yeah, I wanna go home,
But I don’t wanna go home,
‘Cos I don’t know where my home is
And I’ve just gotta know where I oughta go.
Will all of my strength this year
Dissolve in a flash?
My dear old van lives in Florida
And I'll be residing on the planet's rear.
Lend me an ear.
I'll impart a wealth of fear.
'Cos my brain and my culture tell me, really I should start
Pursuing some cash and not my heart.
The quest quotient proved too appealing,
Now a nagging voice says I should be feeling
It's time to start a career and forget about what life might mean.
If I did, could I ever leave?
Must I think about it now? Or when I'm home?
It'll sort itself out when I'm home.
I wanna go home
But I don't wanna go home
'Cos I don't know where my home is
And I've just gotta know where I oughta go.
I've so many friends to see
A country and family
A woman of thought to be
Unseen opportunity, and on it goes.
When I'm home…
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Jan
02:42
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Jan
Jan picked a tuberose and placed it in the palm of her hand.
Jan tried to take that tuberose, return it to the land.
Jan dug a hole in earnest, tried to understand
Concepts that really do transcend her feeble command
Minutiae decidedly grand
The ratio of earth to sand
Jan picked calendula and hid it in the chamomile
Maxwell, her trusted feline surveyed and privately smiled
Lazy daisies wagged their heads and soaked up sunshine all the while.
Jan checked her watch, picked up her phone and methodically dialled.
Her lover managed time like a child
The time was ripe to be defiled.
Jan took off her leathers, put down her whip and saw the garden outside
She noticed that the afternoon’s transplant had gone awry
Further, calendula had withered in the sun and quickly died.
Still, she reflected on her day and heaved a sigh
Turned to her lover with pride
“If I called today a waste, it’d be a lie…”
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Sympathetic Vibration
03:05
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Sympathetic Vibration
I’m a sucker for a humdrum love
I’m a lover to the sucker who wants me.
And I want oodles and oodles of time
To make my humdrum intentions known.
I’m a sucker for the gratified life,
And I know I’ve got a lover who wants me.
And I want eons and eons of time
To get that gratification goin’.
Did I ever mention that you’re making my heartstrings hum
In sympathetic vibration?
I’m a lover of an honest heart,
And I’ve got one that’s beating along with mine.
And if we string all our heartbeats together,
We’d wrap the world 33 times over.
I’m a sucker for a humdrum love
I’m a lover to the sucker who wants me.
And I want oodles and oodles of time
To make my humdrum intentions known.
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My Head and Me
02:10
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My Head and Me
My head sometimes writes rhymes for me and plays them on repeat
We're close as this, my head and me, so I find them really sweet.
My head sometimes writes tunes for me, but oft forgets the words
And we sing off-key, my head and me; together be we nerds.
But when we fight
Oh, my
I cry at night,
The lights just won't go out
And when we're sad, a frequent fad
We land
Hand in hand
In our euphorian drought
My mind sometimes writes poetry and sings it in my sleep
Too inseparable we may be;
We're in it far too deep
My mind sometimes plays messenger in one dark-coloured fez.
It clears its throat and combs my fur, and through my mouth it says:
“Oh, it’ ain’t never the same, child.”
The End.
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Tweed Auckland, New Zealand
Tweed is an alternative folk trio with a distinctive style of catchy melodies, poly-rhythms, and tight-knit, complex vocal harmonies.
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