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Solutions
01:14
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WE ARE ALL PART OF THE PROBLEM!
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Good Intentions
02:18
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Good Intentions:
Tales from her past life seem to relapse from time to time. She pulls me close to tell me all the things I don't want to know, I pull her close as we agree to let go. She’s my East Van queen with a knack for open-heart surgery. It's bitter truth but honestly I am sorry, it's my fault. We just can't make this work. I have a recipe for late night dejection; 2oz bitter truth, dashes dishonest youth, garnished with a opiate haze, shaken with my whiskey ways. My body is empty and liquid courage ain't to filling. I kiss the bottle again, and let these words keep spilling. You where my better half it's true.
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Rain City Sorrow
01:25
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Rain City Sorrows:
Well when I was young I grew up in a simpler time, much easier to fall in line. So what have I become? An image of disparity, alcohol and empty dreams. Where do I belong? it seems to be the darkest rooms, abused substances and cigarette fumes.
I am working fifty hours struggling to get by. Bills keep piling there's no time to rest these weary eyes. These drenched winters keep my heart so cold. This fucking trench foot is getting mighty old. I've got this rain city sorrow. I need someone to love, someone to hold, I need a heart to borrow.
Yet I love these song's of disparity, songs of the blues. They are so honest, they are so true. Tales of sorrow tales of distress, this is how we live with no regrets. (x2)
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Growing Up
01:26
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Growing Up:
I have burnt myself out on memories and dreams of what I thought I could be. I had a Idealistic and ignorant view of what the world was and what people could do. I wish I grew up jaded or I only saw black, just hear white noise not the silence of death. Not the silence of death. So I am tying the knots (AND I TRY, AND I TRY, AND I TRY), and I am hanging the noose (AND I TRY, AND I TRY, AND I TRY). Society kicked out the chair on my once ignorant youth. I am adding up rights (I GET BY, I GET BY, I GET BY), and I am subtracting my wrongs, (I GET BY, I GET BY, I GET BY). If they even out I can carry on. You may think I am petty and I am full of distrust, but I have no faith. You may think I am petty and I am full of distrust, but I have no faith. You may think I am petty and I am full of distrust, but I have no faith. You may think I am petty and I am full of distrust, but I have no faith, with society based on lust.
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Colonization Story
03:05
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Colonization Story:
Why should I confide in you, when you always blame me. It's what I have always dealt with, what I've always seen.
Those who are meant to protect me are the reason I buried him at 15. He was only a kid, forced to grow up to quick. Couldn't make ends meet. You beat him in to a pulp, made an example out of him or so it seemed.
But what could have I done.x6.
Mother had post-traumatic stress, from what she called "School". It was thirteen years, of being abused. She lost her language, she lost her beliefs. It made her scared what they could do to me. What they could do to us. Why can't we just be. Why can't we just be, why can't we just be, why do we have to leave.
Why can't we just be, why can't we just be, why do we have to leave. Why can't we just be, why can't we just be, why do we have to leave. Why can't we just be, why can't we just be, why do we have to leave.
Stolen from birth, taken from our parents, for all it's worth. Put into homes, committed to foster care, what could be worse. I ran to the coast, expo 86, land of opportunity. I turned to the bottle, shortly after, his death was hard on me.
Why should I confide in you, when you always blame me. It's what I have always dealt with, what I've always seen.
I started a routine of self medication, to darken the night. Domestic disturbances, physical abuse, no one would do what's right. Forced to a alley, a man who's face was dark in the night. He said I was his next victim, life looked grim for me. That's when it all went black.
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