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Forlorn
03:49
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when you came i knew i'd conquered
yeah, but who was i to wend you onward?
when my view began to alter
it was you that made it all worth while
it got all naughty
comes a warning with that secret plight
it's getting raunchy
as she's with him under the exit light
i feel a caution in the wind that forbids me to begin
and when i see you in my dreams, it shows what might have been
the look in her eyes would evoke
a fire in mine i couldn't help but stoke
the taste of glory would provoke
whispers i should never have spoke
and nothing but a smile you'd see on her face
as she awakens things i thought had left this place
by awakened, i mean reborn
but even reborn, this love's forlorn
when you came my mind was really torn
but i couldn't let you leave without a secret sworn
and it got all naughty
a warning comes with that secret blight
it's getting raunchy
as she's with him under an exit light
and i'd guess it's common sense that keeps me on the fence
and when i see you in my dreams it shows what might have been
but alas, i've come to accept my fate
which is to push on forward, unsure but awake
and nothing but a smile you'd see on my face
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70
05:01
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recall, with me, the folks you know close
suppose their eyes observe a glow
so slowly closing with the dark. hark!
now feel the need to reach your mark
no complaints
so why change the mood, when we’re moving on
but there’s some restraint
something pulls the strings from beyond
70 embroidered upon my crest
70 programmed languages
install, in me, the new download
suppose i might alter the code
what was it that i wished to discuss?
i must have thrust it from my mind because
there’s no complaints
and wanes the moon so we’re moving on
but there’s some update
someone pulls the strings from beyond
70 moments all alone
70 year-old eagle bones
it’s funny how i close my eyes and see yours
the proof that my memories have a place to be stored
yet they’re whisked away so impossibly quick
like a snap, or a gesture, or an old limerick
beneath the canopy, life has come
to gather, one and all, until night is done
and we’re left standing there all on our own
they hear “switch ‘em off, shut ‘em down”
recoding...
70 days out of vile slumber
how many more until another rolls round?
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Grip & Twist
03:13
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in the girls room, they groom their hair
i wanna know what else goes on in there
one summer moon, a shebang did ensue, my blue
beyond the girls door, your sister and her friends
we mounted the stairs, the air wet with fragrance
what happened next surely perplexed us through, my blue
below the girls door, a lure of light
dances with shadows like Arabian Nights
and laughter drowned by polka sounds, too, my blue
in the girls room, looms the wild and the weird
my curiosity has left my mind seared
we quickly fled but could not shed that moon, my blue
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Holus-Bolus
00:50
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well they've approached you with some motive
but you were so smitten, you didn't notice
well they seem to have taken a liking to you
and you've just soaked it up cause they're the cool kids
i'm telling you now, you're gonna get burned
you thinking maybe they've changed? took a turn? no
you can't move a heart that's made up of steel parts
a machine for a mind still cannot learn
and you may say it's your turn
but that's only gonna worsen the burn
big company is only gonna bring you to your knees
my son, sit down, here, have a drink
these newfound chums aren't who you think
i know they seem to have taken a liking to you
but puberty's a funny thing
you've done me proud, how you've matured
the snake moved to strike but you didn't defer
and now they seem to have taken a disliking to you
but through the clicks, and the crowd, the lines have blurred
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Redanda Hamilton, Ontario
We play whatever we feel like playing, and it usually reverberates somewhere in the realm of rock & roll.
-Cors, Curt, Chris, Con
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