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Seems to Me
03:26
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What do you want me to say?
That this whole world is boring?
I refuse to live that way
So I'm leaving here in the morning.
It seems to me, this world, it keeps on rolling
So why not stand on top of the world and roll?
It seems to me, these waves, they keep on crashing
So why not be the vessel to crash and roll?
What do you want me to be?
Another cog to support the molding?
With these six strings and purple sharpie and things
I'll write my own ending
It seems to me, these cliff-sides, they keep on falling
So why not stand on the edge, and let your heart drop?
It seems to me, these rivers, they keep on flowing
So why not let your hair down, let your mind flow?
Why not let your hair down, let your mind flow?
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2. |
Creationist Scientist
03:06
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Soon you’ll be standing in a tower that overlooks the world
Looking down upon the sea
Of people scouring to making a living
Killing one another, killing to be free
But what happens to all these machines
When their cogs fill up with insecurities?
We should be more careful
Give them opportunity
Because no one thinks of the machines
No one cares for their wellbeing
Just oil them and make sure they’re moderately clean
No one thinks of the machines
We toss them aside like they’re not one with us
Assisting with everything we do
Like dental care to health care to warfare
And everything that we’ve been though
Soon enough these gears will reverse
Showing their teeth, taking over turf
Because no one thinks of the machines
No one cares for their wellbeing
Just oil them and make sure they’re moderately clean
No one thinks of the machines
Some things are better left where they lie
Please forgive me for parting my soul
Our world is ending but life, son,
Life must continue to grow
Don’t forget to remember to be scared
Or is it don’t forget to be scared to remember
You are all the pieces of my soul
Let these ruins be your riches, treat them like gold
Because you will have to live with the machines
You will have to better what has been
Oil them and make sure they’re moderately clean
You will have to live with the machines
Because you will have to live with the machines
You will have to better what has been
Oil them and make sure they’re moderately clean
You will have to live with the machines
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3. |
Somerset Skies
04:08
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These Somerset skies ain’t like nothing you’ve seen
They’re torn from a book, they’re ripped from a dream
They’ll fill up your heart, ‘till it bursts at the seams
This dirt is my dirt, it wont dirty my feet
It colours my thoughts, draws me away from city streets
It helps me stay grounded makes me complete
It’s been a long long time since I’ve seen this land of mine
And it may not be a long return
But in those evenings when I’m gone
My heart wanders on
And longs to be where those Somerset skies burn
I’m embraced by the wind, it puts a hand on my face
Gently gives me a shove in to a new unknown place
And whispers as I turn come home safe
It’s been a long long time since I’ve seen this land of mine
And it may not be a long return
But in those evenings when I’m gone
My heart wanders on
And longs to be where those Somerset skies burn
It’s been a long long time since I’ve breathed in this land of mine
And it may not be a long return
But in those evenings when I’m gone
My heart wanders on
And longs to be where those Somerset skies burn.
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4. |
Nelson Moon
02:27
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Sun it rises
As the moon holds high
And the rolling hills shine
As we clear our eyes
Evolution
Plays us out
And the constellations
They fade and shout
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5. |
Mondayne
04:18
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Well it’s Monday, and I’m broke
And I don’t wanna look
At my bank, or my insurance statement.
I’m feeling down
I feel like I’ve been around
And this time I’m not sure I’m gonna make it
Cause I’d rather work, out there in the dirt
Than under these four walls, and fake it
But I guess I can’t complain
Cause I’ve got music in my veins
And friends and family to help me make it.
The water is clear today but tomorrow it might rain,
Flood the rivers flood the plains
As the sky planes fall again.
The fall will come and winter stays and lays its dreary heavy daze
The sun will rise with longer rays
And our eyes, will see fountains
And mountains
And glaze
At,
The wonder of the watering can but can we drink the water again?
Can we eat the wild meat
The meat is stake as bales of feed
And who will bail us out of debt when we are in a time of need
These are the things I think of, see,
But more importantly-
Is that we all bleed the colour red, the colour of family trees,
That root themselves
In history
Intertwined, are you and me
We’ll get through this you’ll
See.
But, everything I fucking see, is plastic and fantasy
Self esteem fatalities
And automated factories
And every time I ride the bus, the more who sit and sigh and push
Another frown to victory
Another day
Another $D$
Well it’s Monday, and I’m broke
And I don’t wanna look
At my bank, or my insurance statement.
I’m feeling down
I feel like I’ve been around
And this time I’m not sure I’m gonna make it
Cause I’d rather work, out there in the dirt
Than under these four walls, and fake it
But I guess I can’t complain
Cause I’ve got music in my veins
And friends and family to help me make it.
And keep me sane.
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6. |
Simple Smudge
03:01
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Uphill & Still UK
Jon and Maddy form a powerful duo of commanding Vocals, Mandolin, Guitar and Washboard, as well as influences of home drawn
from opposite sides of the Atlantic.
Since their EP release (2016), they have spent 18 months busking and performing across Canada; from PEI fishing bars, to Prairie porches; from West-Coast surf towns, to festival stages in Yukon Territory, absorbing life into their sound.
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