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Now that the furnitures returning to its Goodwill home
With dishes in last weeks papers, rumours and elections, crosswords, an unending war
That blacken our fingers, smear their prints on every door pulled shut
Now that the last months rent is scheming with the damage deposit
Take this moment to decide
If we meant it, if we tried
Or felt around for far too much
From things that accidentally touch
Hands that we nearly hold with pennies for the GST
The shoulders we lean our shoulders into on the subway, mutter an apology
The shins that we kick beneath the table, that reflexive cry
The faces we meet, one awkward beat too long, and terrify
Know that the things we need to say
Have been said already anyway
By parallelograms of light
On walls that we repainted white
Sun in an empty room
Take eight minutes and divide
By ninety million lonely miles
And watch the shadow cross the floor
We dont live here anymore |
Why dont you ever want to play?
Im tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you dont eat much of anything
I dont know who youre talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
Theyre not helping anything
They wont make you strong
So, we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister
If she doesnt bring her basset hound
Ask the things you shouldnt miss:
Tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can
For girly drinks and parlor games
Well pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be
And Ill cater with all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe youre strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesnt really interest me
I swear Im going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you dont stop the self-defeating lies
Youve been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know youre strong |
My citys still breathing, but barely, its true
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass
Im back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say
I wanted it this way
Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
Im trying not to wonder where you are
All this time
Lingers, undefined
Someone choose
Whos left and whos leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely
Duct-tape and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines
That youre relying on to lead you home
That youre relying on to lead you home
That youre relying on to lead you home |
It had something to do with the rain
Leaching, loamy dirt
And the way the back lane came alive
Half moon whispered, Go
For a while I heard you missing steps in the street
And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
Singing the sound that you found for me
When the winter took the tips of my ears
Found this noisy home
Full of pigeons and places to hide
And when the voices die
I emerged to watch abandoned machines
Waiting for their men to return
I remember the way I would wait for you
To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
How Id scratch the empties desperate to hear
You make the sound that you found for me
After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby
Id let you brush my matted fur
How Id knead into your chest while you were sleeping
Shallow breathing made me purr
But now I cant remember the sound that you found for me
I cant remember the sound that you found for me
I cant remember the sound |
Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
That hollow hurried sound, feet on polished floor
And in the dollar store, the clerk is closing up
And counting loonies trying not to say
I hate Winnipeg
The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The crowded riders restlessness enunciates
The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someones stalled again
Hes talking to himself
And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
I hate Winnipeg
And up above us all
Leaning into sky
Our golden business boy
Will watch the North End die
And sing, “I love this town”
Then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim
I hate Winnipeg |
Now that the treatment and antidepressants
And seven months sober have built me a bed
In the back of your brain where the memories flicker
And I paw at the synapses, bright bits of string
You should know I am with you, know I forgive you
Know I am proud of the steps that youve made
Know it will never be easy or simple
Know I will dig in my claws when you stray
So let us rest here like we used to
In a line of late afternoon sun
Let it rest, all you cant change
Let it rest and be done |
Measure me in metered lines
And one decisive stare
The time it takes to get from here to there
My ribs that show through t-shirts
And these shoes I got for free
Im unconsoled
Im lonely
I am so much better than I used to be
Terrified of telephones
And shopping malls and knives
Were drowning in the pools of other lives
Rely a bit too heavily
On alcohol and irony
Get clobbered on by courtesy
In love with love and lousy poetry
And Im leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And Im losing all those stupid games
That I swore Id never play
But it almost feels okay
Circumnavigate this body
Of wonder and uncertainty
Armed with every precious failure
And amateur cartography
I breath in deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor...
And Im leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And Im losing all those stupid games
That I swore Id never play
But it feels okay
And Im leaving with goodbye
And Im losing but Ill try
With the last ways left
To remember, sing
My imperfect offering |
Im lost, Im afraid
A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat
To the roof of a car on the road in the dark
And its snowing
If Im more, then it means less
Last call for happiness
Im your dress near the back of your knees
And your slip is showing
Im a float in a summer parade
Up the street in the town that you were born in
With a girl at the top wearing tulle
And a Miss Somewhere sash
Waving like the queen
Beautys just another word
Im never certain how to spell
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on
And throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a Get Well card
I broke like a bad joke
Somebodys uncle told
At a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be
And fell asleep in his brand-new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine
That runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole from smoke-alarms
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink |
Woke up in a parking lot
Air mattresses gone flat
The sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack
So make a visor with your hand
Squint at where youre from
A lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb
Salute the way we tried
And no one knows were anywhere were not supposed to be
So stay a while and watch the wind throw patterns on a field
This crop withstood the months of snow
Scavengers and blight
Tuned every year towards a tiny lengthening of light
Found a way to rise
We know this world is good enough because it has to be
Allow the hope that we will meet again out in the winter wheat
Find me in the winter wheat |
Theyre tearing up streets again, theyre building a new hotel
The mayors out killing kids to keep taxes down
And me and my anger sit folding a paper bird
Letting the curtains turn to beating wings
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning
And just one pair of clean socks and a photo of you
When you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site
And well write some notes to tape to the heavy machines
Like We hope they treat you well, hope you dont work too hard
We hope you get to be happy sometimes
Bring your swiss-army knife and a bottle of something
And Ill bring some spray paint and a new deck of cards
Hey, I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness
To keep all those bad ideas, keep all our hope
Its here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear
Its such an enormous thing to walk and to listen
And Id like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
In a room near a truck stop on a highway somewhere
Well you are a radio, you are an open door
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights
You swim through frequencies, you let that stranger in
As Im blinking off and on and off again
And weve got a lot of time, or maybe we dont
But Id like to think so, so let me pretend
These are my favourite chords, I know you like them too
When I get a new guitar, you could have this one
And sing me a lullaby, sing me the alphabet
Sing me a story I havent heard yet |
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home
Im not entirely sure what youre talking about
Ive had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed
I must say that in the right light, you look like Shackleton
Comment allez-vous ce soir?
Je suis comme ci comme ça
Yes, a penguin taught me French
Back in Antarctica
I could show you the way shadows colonize snow
Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter coast
Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads
Up to your frostbitten feet, oh, youre very sweet
Thank you for the flowers
And the book by Derrida
But I must be getting back
To dear Antarctica
Say, do you have a ship and a dozen able men
That maybe you could lend me?
Oh, Antarctica
Oh, Antarctica
Oh, Antarctica
Oh, Antarctica |
So your presentation went terrible
All wrong dongles, sweat stains and stares
Leave the TV on with the sound down low in your underwear
Don’t despair you’ll get it right tomorrow night
In Thunder Bay, maybe
Don’t delay, your day is short
You can’t afford to wait
I believe in you and your PowerPoints
I know why you can’t stay away
Out on Highway 1 with the rental car and a lot to say
Don’t despair you’ll get it right tomorrow night
In Nipigon, maybe
Don’t delay, our day is short
You can’t afford to wait
So take that laminate out of your wallet and read it
And recommit yourself to the healing of the world
And to the welfare of all creatures upon it
Pursue of practice that will strengthen your heart |
On the twenty-first day, the sun didnt hate me
The food wasnt angry, the bed didnt sigh
The ceiling said its possible I might get my looks back
On the twenty-first day of my stay here
On the twenty-first day, I danced to the twelve-step
Examined, admitted Im powerless too
Sang the one about the spring the cat ran away
On the twenty-first day of my court-ordered stay here
The punk and the priest and the real estate agent
The girl with no teeth and the shaky Marine
The Serbian Deadhead who wears his sunglasses
So no one can see at my eyes
In for three weeks or in for forever
Here at the 17th Street Treatment Centre
Most of us probably not getting better
But not getting better together |
That hashtag wants me dead, but I dont mind
Its just another way we grieve
For all the times we failed to be the ones
We thought we had the chance to be
And when it gets too complicated
When you cant get to sleep
When the morning seems impossible
Select all, delete
Select all, delete
Select all, delete
And I dont mean to miss the good old days
The good old days were mostly bad
But I recall how dark the night got then
How absences could make me glad
So when its too illuminated
Too loud and indiscreet
When it gets you stoned or gets you strange
Select all, delete
Select all, delete
Select all, delete |
How I dont know how to sing
I can barely play this thing
But you never seem to mind
And you tell me to fuck off
When I need somebody to
How you make me laugh so hard
How whole years refuse to stay
Where we told them to, bad dog
Locked up whining in a word
Or a misplaced souvenier
How the past chews on your shoes
And these memories lick my ear
I know
You might roll your eyes at this
But Im so
Glad that you exist
How we waste our precious time
Marching in the picket lines
That surround those striking hearts
How the time is never now
And we know who we should love
But were never certain how
I know
You might roll your eyes at this
But Im so
Glad that you exist
I know
You might roll your eyes at this
But Im so
Glad that you exist
I know
You might roll your eyes at this
But Im so
Glad that you exist |
Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw
Teammates all left before they had to buy a round
When they pull the 50/50 and Ive lost again, Ill go
Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road
All the championship banners going yellow on the wall
And my name when it gets closer to last call
So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend
Figures of two rinks battling in extra ends
And Im peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard
Dance down the sheet to the tune of Hurry, Hurry Hard
And my popcorn squeaks a question, wonders why Im not at home
Where you wait beside a silent telephone
Doodle circles within circles all alone
Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell:
Why, why cant I draw right up to what I want to say?
Why cant I ever stop when I want to stay?
I slide right through the days, Im always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever
Now the senior bonspiel winners circa 1963
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
From their frame in that old photograph at me
And I know youre out there waiting
For an answer, I cant give you
So tell me
Why, why cant I draw right up to what I want to say?
Why cant I ever stop when I want to stay?
We roll right through our years
We rip right through our months
We slide through our days
Im always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off |
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling
I breathe out smoke against a window
Trace the letters in your name
Our letters sound the same
Full of all our changing
That isnt change at all
All straight lines circle sometime
You said, Somewhere, theres a box full of replacement parts
To all the tenderness weve broken or let rust away.
Somewhere, sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
Somewhere, someone says, Im sorry.
Someones making plans to stay
So tell me its okay
Tell me anything
Or show me theres a pull
Unassailable
That will lead you there from the dark alone
To benevolence that youve never known
Or you knew when you were four and cant remember
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
And the silence knows what your silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night when the wind is right
I remember everything
Lick and thread this string
That will never mend you or tailor more
Than a memory of a kitchen floor
Or the fire door that we kept propping open
And I love this place: the enormous sky
And the faces, hands that Im haunted by
So why cant I forgive these buildings
These frameworks labeled home?
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear |
Im standing on this corner, cant get their attention
Facing rush hour faces turned around
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest
Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground
Im weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight
And waiting for a winter to be done
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window
In all that I could never overcome?
How I dont know what I should do
With my hands when I talk to you
How you dont know where you should look
So you look at my hands
How movements rise and then dissolve
Melted by our shallow breath
How causes dance away from me
I am your pamphleteer
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner
Contemplate my next communique
The rhetoric and treason of saying that Ill miss you
Of saying Hey, well maybe you should stay
Sing, Oh what force on earth could be
Weaker than the feeble strength
Of one, like me remembering
The way it could have been
So, help me with this barricade
No surrender, no defeat
A specters haunting Albert Street
I am your pamphleteer
I am your pamphleteer
I am your pamphleteer |
My Confusion Corner commuters are cursing the cold away
As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
And I cant stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
And angry like you never were
And I ease us back into traffic
Dusk comes on and I wonder
Why Im always remembering you
At civil twilight
For the most part, I think about golfing and constantly calculate
All the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, et cetera
Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors
Oh, Ontario; oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh
But this part of the day bewilders me
Streets slow down and ice over
Dusk comes on and I struggle
Stop to stop, to stop thinking of you
In civil twilight
Hey, every other hour I pass that house
Where you told me that you had to go
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack
That I stared at instead of staring back
At you, my chance to say something
Seemed so brief, but it wasnt
Now I know I had plenty of time
Between the sunset and certified darkness
Dusk comes on and I follow
The exhaust from memory up to the end
Of civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight |
The vampire Alberta stalks across the money market rates
Ducks into a Hummer
The vampire Alberta wears a bowtie and a pin that says
Support the arts
The vampire Alberta takes a photo for another slide
In the Powerpoint of all the places he wont remember
The vampire Alberta wipes an oily mouth along a sleeve
Of forest in the foothills
The vampire Alberta drools a perfect inky tailing pond
And shakes awake
The vampire Alberta lifts a nearly empty glass and pleads
I need another one of these, so keep em coming
Good times are coming |
Garage sale, Saturday – I need to pay
My hearts outstanding bills
A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch
Some plastic daffodils
The cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants
A sense of wonder only slightly used
A year or two to haunt you in the dark
For a phone call from far away
With a Hi, how are you today?
And a sign, Recovery comes to the broken ones
Wage slave forty-hour work week weighs
A thousand kilograms
So bend your knees comes with a free fake smile
For all your dumb demands
The cordless razor that my father bought
When I turned 17
The puke-green sofa, and the outline to
A complicated dream of dignity
For a laugh, too loud and too long
For a place where awkward belong
And a sign, Recovery comes to the broken ones
...or Best Offer |
I count to three and grin, you smile and let me in
We sit and watch the wall you painted purple
Speech will spill on space, our little cups of grace
But pauses rattle on about the way
That you cut that snow-fence, braved the blood, the metal of those hearts
That you always end up pressing your tongue to
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget
How those furious affections followed you
Ive got this store-bought way of saying Im okay
And you learned how to cry in total silence
Were talented and bright, were lonely and uptight
Weve found some lovely ways to disappoint
But the airports always almost empty this time of the year
So lets go play on a baggage carousel
And set our watches forward like were just arriving here
From a past we left in a place we knew too well
Knew too well
Knew too well
Hold on to the corners of today
And well fold it up to save until its needed
Stand still, let me scrub that brackish line
That you got when something rose and then receded
Hold on |
Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling ”Yahtzee!”
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic
Something called The Politics of Lonely
A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes
And said ”Hey can you help me? I cant reach it”
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldnt see
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling
Before the nurses came, took you away
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray |
In the stick count for the song of knowing youre gone
Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here
I see you, suddenly alive and nearly smiling
Stop and hold my breath and watch the way you used to be
The full moon makes our faces shine
Like over-ironed polyester
Then disappears behind the clouds
And leaves me under empty rows of night windows
We could walk to where these streets get pulled together
A blinking line with gravel shoulders squared towards an end
Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic
Where the power lines steal ss from the hourly news
De-pluralize our casualties
Drown the Generals out in static
Wed turn and watch our city sprawl
And send us signals in the glow of night windows
But youre not coming home again
And I wont ever get to say
Remember how... Im sorry that... I miss the way... could we?
Remember how... Im sorry that... I miss the way... could we?
Night windows |
I want to call requests through heating vents
And hear them answered with a whisper, ”No”
To crack the code of muscles, slacken, tense
Let every second step in boots on snow
Complete your name with accents I can’t place
That stumble where the syllables combine
Take depositions from a stranger’s face
Paint every insignificance a sign
So tell me nothing matters, less or more
Say ”Whatever we think actions are
Well never know what anything was for
If near is just as far away as far”
And I’m permitted one act I can save
I choose to sit here next to you and wave |
I want you to know what I forgive you for
Now that youre all ashes anyway
Every step into the river pushes you further away
I want you to hear the farm apologize
For letting you believe you could return
I want you to dream in all the languages we couldnt learn
I want you to write my name under your name
With the year I was born and you began to disappear
I want you to watch the generations sprawl
Constellations in a northern sky
I want every satellite to circle you when you arrive
I want every highway sign to remember we were here
I want you to take your time to disappear
I want you to know what I forgive you for
Now that youre all ashes anyway |
For now I know we are alone here
Still we should be prepared to leave
Ive found a place where I have hidden
Supplies and books and sleeping bags
And Ill sing in my prescriptions
From our fort out in the forest near a stream
And theyll place them in a tiny yellow sailboat
And sail them to me
All I can say is Im excited
All I can do is let you know
You are the one I wanna be with
When they return to claim the Earth
For a planet near Orions belt
Where everyone is happier and tall
And they sing a billion stories with their minds
While flying all around the sky
I have heard them singing each to each
And whos to say that they wont sing to me
Im not certain but Im pretty sure
Theyre gonna sing a song for you and me |
When the bus shelter windows and napkin dispensers surprise
With distorted reflections, its never the someone youre hoping to recognize
And the rent is too high living here between reasons to live
Where you cant sleep alone and your memories groan and the borders of night start to give
When you cant save
Cash or conviction, youre broke and youre breaking
A tired shoelace or a wave
So long past past-due, a new name for everything
When the one-ways collude with the map that you folded wrong
And the route you abandoned is always the path that you probably should be upon
When the bottle cap ashtrays and intimates ears are all full
With results of your breath, and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull
One more time, try
Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare
At the smudge on a newspaper sky
And ask it to rain a new name for everything
Fire every phrase
They dont want to work for us anymore
Dot and dash our days
Make your face the flag of a semaphore
All you wont show
The boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go
So put on those clothes you never grew into, and smile like you mean it for once
If you come back, bring a new name for everything
A new name for everything
A new name for everything |
Let the waitress put the chairs up
Let the glasses that you broke
Form a picture of our leader
With a halo made of smoke
Let the golden oldies station crackle and come through
With a final benediction well hum along to
Before we say goodnight
Let our talk about the ball game
And the weather show we care
Like a sound we didnt notice
Until it stopped and left us there
With the traffic and our heartbeats beating in straight time
Let our hatred and affection march in the same line
Before we say goodnight
Oh protect our secret handshake once more, with feeling
Let the toast to absent members push through the ceiling
Before we say goodnight |
Oh, the streets of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas fill with smoke
Doorbell rings
I put my controller down and pick it up
Shoot some things
Later, the darkness hits reboot and the loneliness increases
She said shed come back home when I write my masters thesis
Oh, the hours I spent in the archives wearing cotton gloves
Shuffling photos from the Ninette Sanatorium Halloween parties
Emaciated ghosts hiding in those curtains creases
Ill let you haunt the world when I write my masters thesis
No more marking first-year papers
No more citing sources
So I left home, cried the bumpy ride to Highway 23
Started west
Theyll be there to say that I dont need to take their stupid test
Greet me with banners and balloons and my hard drive smashed to pieces
Nothing left for me to save when I write my masters thesis
Its all gonna change when I write my masters thesis |
Held like water in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demands
10 to 6 or 9 to 5, trying, dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means
Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay
Enlist the cat in the impending class war
Lets lay our bad day down here
Lets make-believe were strong
Or hum some protest song
Like maybe We Shall Overcome Someday
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say I needed more than this, say I needed one more kiss
We left that light on way too long now
Lets plant a bomb at city-hall
Lets kill an MLA
Well talk the night away
You call in sick, Ill quit the word-games that I play
I swear I way more than half believe it when I say
That somewhere love and justice shine
Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear |
February always finds you folding
Local papers open to the faces
”Passed away” to wonder what theyre holding
In those hands were never shown, the places
Formal photographs refuse to mention
His tiny feet, that birthmark on her knee
The tyranny of framing our attention
With all the eyes their eyes no longer see
And darkness comes too early, you won’t find
The many things you owe these latest dead
A borrowed book, that cheque you didnt sign
The tools to be bereaved with, be beloved
Give what you can: to keep, to comfort this
Plain fear you cant extinguish or dismiss |
The north wind sinks the fence around a lot full of debris
Near the corner of Memorial and me
Where resurrected brick and drywall lead back into place
Theres a terrified reflection on my face
All alone at the gleaming knife display at the army surplus sales
As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails
Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags
Peer at me from the crumpled dark
Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light
And then leak across the body of tonight
While rain and thunder drop and roll then stop short of a storm
Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born
As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door
Just another door that wont open for me anymore
The exit red gets brighter then blinks off
Presses me into the crumpled dark
Theres a billboard by the highway
That says welcome to
But no sign to show you when you go away
And our demolitions punctuate
All we mean to save then leave too late
So I make my shaky exclamation mark
With a hand full of
The crumpled dark |
Rain for the last day that I will be known the way that I want them to know me
Rain for reporters predictable leads on the darkening stain of my name
Rain like the morning you left with the international brigade
A streak of your face at the glass when the train pulled away
The aspidistra that refused to die
A miniature camera in a Cambridge tie
To get that Soviet control to crack a smile
All in our file, my fellow traveler
Sleep for the telephones silent receiver on its beetle-black back in the hall
Sleep for the bottle that rolled off my desk
Danced itself out on the floor
Sleep for the overturned ashtray splayed across an unmade bed
While I interrogate every word that I ever said
I fall from buildings into angry air
Lecture my students in my underwear
But once I was allowed to dream of you instead
My dear defected fellow traveler
How you booked your final passage
With a passport that you paid for with a pair of roller skates
How you dyed your hair and mustache
Put on a mid-Atlantic accent but you couldnt stop the shakes
When they asked where you had come from
And you muttered, Thats a good one
Though you were never really certain
Every umbrella down on Portman Square
Opens and closes to arraign our fair
Theory of something I cant picture anymore
A forgery for my fellow travelers
I wont wait to see
I still believe in you and me, my fellow traveler |
So you watch the sunrise sinking and shes talking in her sleep
A dream of how alone she was tomorrow when you keep
All those promises to someone in a mirror you will find
At your parents house in 1989
Terrorized
By the ruling party, calendars and commas
Small request
Could we please turn around and around and around?
Turn around
So you whisper your arrival walking backwards to the door
Wonder briefly what it is youre hesitating for
All the streets lie down, deserted in the darkest part of night
To lead you through the evening to the light
Pulled along
In the tender grip of watches and ellipses
Small request
Could we please turn around and around and around?
Turn around |
Oh, all the words I should not know
That those doctors wrote on me
Swell up and thrum their syllables.
Wont let me get to sleep
The sun will start late and clock out early
So I drive around and wait for it
Follow familiar roads
Emptied of every memory
Under a sheet of silence and unmarked snow
Then idle in some parking lot
Smoke half a smoke and ask
St. Boniface and St. Vital
Preserve me from my past
Repair our potholes, prevent plant closures
And if they remember me at all
Make them remember me
As more than a queer experiment
More than a diagram in their quarterly
Make them remember me |
Her body is a difficult sister and she loves her
And hides her somewhere in herself, safe from harm
Shes barely coasting into a paycheck, stuck on empty
Her blue eyes frozen green in the low-lit ATM
I need a way to measure the distance
I need a way to say why
Out of breath or out of key
Her voice resonated in me
Wish on everything
Pray that she remains
Proud and strange and so hopelessly hopeful
Her body is a difficult sister and she loves her
And hides her somewhere in herself, safe from harm
Her night shift is over, shes writing you a postcard
To say that shes okay and its raining there again
My furys rising faster than bus fares
Could someone clarify why
Theres no structured narrative?
No neat storyline to explain
Wish on everything
Pray that she remains
Proud and strange and so hopelessly hopefull
Wish on everything
Pray that she remains
Proud and strange and so hopelessly hopeful
She shoplifts some Christmas gifts and a bracelet for herself
And considers phoning home, has some quarters in her hand
But she sits down on the sidewalk and bites her bottom lip
And spends the afternoon willing traffic lights to change |
A soft breeze
With the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush
Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung
On a tunnel of silent shivering trees
The ones you said youd like to be
And the birds that screamed at the sun
Now buried deep below the ground
Beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us
I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall
Determined not to turn around
I didnt see you standing
Still that statue that I moulded in my mind to kiss
So beautiful youll never move again
Someplace far away
At some sad table littered with chipped plates
With bad light in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor
You said, True meaning would be dying with you
And though I wanted to, I did not smile
But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with
Never uncover meaning behind our rich words
If I could I would make you a raging river
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander
And forever be able to run away
Without contending
With myths wrongly interpreted
With pain
A harsh wind
A harsh wind |
So you dont get to be a saint
Martyrs never last this long
Guess Ill never be the one
To defeat desire in song
Heres a marker
Heres my naked skin
Our exhibit A
Put a small X where I lost my way
All the actors broke their legs
And its too late to postpone
The producers getting high
And the audience went home
Smile and take your awkward bow
Turn and stumble off the stage
Let the rain be your applause
And every encore soothe your rage
Squint with one eye
Hum a show tune, wait
For your ride to say
Oh, thats where you must have lost your way
Megaphones in helicopters squeal
Hey, are you okay?
As searchlights circle
Where we lost our way
All our accidents went purposeful and fell
Stripped of providence or any way to tell
That our intentions were intangible and sweet
Sick with simple math and shy discoveries
Piled up against our impending defeat |
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
I trust you will know what to do
I cant recall what we were waiting in line for
When the first plane fell a block away
And the next even closer
Massive thumps and flames
And then I woke up with a calico cat on my chest
In the basement of a bar in Sudbury
I sang to it calmly with my mind and it obeyed my commands
Slunk off to rub itself against the leg of a broken Terminator 2 pinball machine
I dream of the line and the falling planes
Once or twice a week these days
Usually after a particularly challenging quiz night
Which, for a reasonable fee and a place to sleep
I administer in bars and lounges across the land
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
When we meet and I sing you this song with my mind
You will know what you need to do
The quiz I have developed is an elaborately coded message
A quiz within a quiz
Answerable only by Alpha Adepts and mind singers
Each night I am certain they will reveal themselves to me
Each night I am disappointed
I must admit I am getting older
And years of folding my legs into a Greyhound seat every day
Is beginning to dull my powers
Which were once considerable
And are now wasted instructing cats
Or warding off the body odor of my fellow passengers
So when I saw you standing in line in the dream
I felt joyful and certain
When we finally meet tonight at Looky Lous Sports Tavern in Sioux Lookout
I will sing you the following song with my mind
And hand you all my quiz materials
I trust you will know what to do
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
When we meet and I sing you this song with my mind
You will know what you need to do
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
Quiz night at Looky Lous
I trust you will know what to do |
I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks
Patched the holes and fluid leaks
At dusk beneath a diabetic moon
And wait to take the TV crews
Across the creaking ice
The news is howling to the timber wolves and soon
Ill go through it all again
Watch their doubtful smiles begin
But the visions that I see believe in me
So praise the things I cant forget
With burgers and a silhouette
On t-shirts at the council general store
Ill listen to the south winds sigh
With rumors and regrets and I
Dont want to talk about it anymore
Wont go through it all again
Watch their doubtful smiles begin
When the visions that I see believe in me
Oh the visions that I see, they will believe me |
So when they wonder where the money went
And we cant swim here anymore
And bankers warble algorithmically from the shore
The stations pump the new austerity
The Ogallala Aquifer and crackling California reservoirs making sure
Priced out of that old neighborhood for good
The payday lonely pray in parking lots
A one-bar wi-fi kind of town
The pilot flares oppose another night coming down
Coming down |
Youll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettirs last stand at Drangey
How his grip on his sword made his enemies cut off his hand
If hed fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee
Or read these letters you sent, hed surrender and lay the blade down
And its Halloween
Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and rest
At the railing by my door
On their way from the childrens ward
Bev Monro and his Pembina Valley Boys play at the party
And I practice my English on nurses: Oh, thats a nice name
And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the x-rays say I shouldnt show anyone anything ever again
In another year
Ill be buried or shivering here
Coughing at that gray spittoon
Painted orange by the harvest moon
Pack up mothers clothes
Drive her down to the new Betel Home
Sell the boat to Arnason, and then go
Stand up straight
In the place youre longing for
And dont write to me anymore |
Before we built that smirking airport
Before the phones told us where to go
Before the strike, before the streetcar
Before we read comics on the radio
Long before we found a way to gauge the coldest day
Before the flood, before the treaty
Before we broke a promise to appear
Before we drew the new team logo
Before the taste of Malathion lingered here
Way before we skated down the Eaton Place parkade
Before we built that
Before the fire
You were lifted by a blue jay beating wings above a sea
With a wave of grazing bison, tall grass prairie
You were set in sandy soil and stand a mighty oak
Stand a mighty oak |
The sirens woke me up again
I know theyre coming for me someday, just a matter of when
Count to 25 and yawn
Touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn
And hope for that one dream
Of hardware stores with checkered floors
And buckets full of nails
Or floating effortless
Over the apartments in a boat
And rowing past the office windows
Mother, mother, may I cry?
Father, will you teach me how to die the right way someday?
I dont want a second chance
To turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
With these documents
And kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies
Tune the FM into static and pretend that its the sea
But four words fumble for the microphone
You should have known
You should have known |
They called here to tell me that youre finally dying
Through a veil of childish cries
Southern Manitoba prairies pulling at the
Pant leg of your bad disguise
So why were you so anchorless?
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small town that you lived and died in
Ive got an armchair from your family home
Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone
Ive got your plates and stainless steel
Got that way of never saying what you really feel
So anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small town that you lived and died in
I dont want to live and die here
I dont want to live and die here
Where were anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small towns that we live and die in |
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands
Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall
Spent half the span of some lost cultures rise and fall
But Im as clueless as a drooling four year old
Still hoping I might find the capacity
To let you know I know youre lonely
So heres the last call for regrets
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to
Heres the promises Ive made
Tied too tight to undo
An unwrapped gift from me to you
Slightly insane on the 18 North Main
Reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain
Nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today
Like Hey, whatever happened to whats-that-guys name?
We get a little older and it looks the same, askance
Excuse my failing sense of humour
Still hoping I might find the capacity
To let you know that were all lonely
So heres the last call for regrets
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to
Heres the promises Ive made
A razor blade and this broken piece of chain
A history left to rust out in the rain |
So the fields are stubble, the gardens done
Where the scary scarecrow stands
Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
Shes so tired of reading daddys lips
That essay on a frown
Watch her memories of human voices drown
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
Make grasses swish meet the crickets ring
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
So the back lanes tie the city down
A mess of dirty string
Winter dies the same way every spring
As the sky tries on its uniform
Of turned off TV gray
And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
To rooms that too much has happened in
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard |
The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods
Dial tones and license plates
The words you didnt choose
Everything the days too small to hold
Spills on to the dusk
And shorts the evenings fuse
So you fumble for a voice
And sing happy birthday
Read it to yourself again
The stories always end the same
He cant stay and she wont run
And fear is where theyre calling from
Staunch the blood from countless tiny cuts
Were all out of bandages
The heaters rattle, taunt
Sifting through translucent shards of glass
Looking for a filament
That lit the life you want
So you stumble for the phone
Grasp the cord and pull
Will your readership complain the stories always end the same?
She cant stay and he wont run, and fear is where theyre calling from
Afraid is where where theyre calling from
Afraid is where we live for far too long |
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Words to meet and to define and to... but you must know
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards
Have found a higher pitch and broader scale
Than we feared possible, someone must be picked last
And one must bruise and one must fail
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep, and threw
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
And then rushed out to kill something new
So we could bury that too
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation
That seemed so original. I must, we must never stop
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
And my voice will scratch to yell many more, but
Before I spill the things I mean to hide away
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
Ill drown the urge for permanence and certainty
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement |
Oh may the roots reach beneath the sleeping street
Station in the riverbed, register what we won’t hear
May the leaves puzzle out the canopy
Shake and photosynthesize everything were sorry for
Into one long breath of air
May the rings of tanglefoot and fiberglass
Guard against the thunderstorm, canker worms and climate change
May the bark rub away the power line
Bandage over knots and burls
Commemorate our injuries
May the hydro workers blade be swift and precise
May the rope remember all the rhymes for knot
To lift me up and lay me down
Bear the swinging weight of love
May the birds answer carabiner clicks
Carry off the tiny seeds
Better ways to be alive
May it all seem plausible wherever we land
May we grow |
The nights a spill, a permanent stain
The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow
A blue glow from the TV again
The curtains never open, faces never show
And every time a light is turned on
Theres a light thats turned off somewhere
For every other moment thats lost
Theres a perfect cost, theres a debt you cant share
Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show
Your last bus left an hour ago
So stumble down the stairs again
Pretend youre not too proud
To understand and still know when
Your voice cuts through the crowd
Lonely people talk too loud
The nights a spill, a permanent stain
The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow
A blue glow from the TV again
The curtains never open, faces never show
And every night they play the same song
To the same offbeat believers
And everyone is singing along
Wearing blue-black eyes, wearing dead mens neck-ties
Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show
Your last bus left an hour ago
So stumble down the stairs again
Pretend youre not too proud
To understand and still know when
Your voice cuts through the crowd
Lonely people talk too loud
Numbers on a washroom stall
Theres always more than one last call calling you
Oh, youve got blue eyes
Oh, youve got green eyes
Oh, youve got grey eyes
Oh, youve got blue eyes
Oh, youve got green eyes
Oh, youve got grey eyes
Oh, youve got blue eyes
Oh, youve got green eyes
Oh, youve got grey eyes |
Got this feeling that today doesnt like me
Oh the air tastes like flowers and paint
Theres a sink full of bottles and cutlery
And the car has got a list of complaints
I just wish I were a toothbrush or a solder gun
Make me something somebody can use
We can wish on the pop of a light bulb
Or those photos lying yellowed and curled
Loose in boxes near abandoned electronics
In the corners of the basements of the world
Guess our wishes dont do dishes or brake repairs
Make them something somebody can use
Got a face full of ominous weather
Smirking smile of a high pressure ridge
Got more faults than the state of California
And the heart is a badly built bridge
Seems the most I have to offer doesnt offer much
Make it something somebody can use
Make this something somebody can use |
Find the airport, 7am
My heart pumping pure mini-bar
Sit on the concrete by the carts
And some girl throws a dime in my lap
You wont be laughing when you hear how this one ends
So I sleep through the entire flight
Dont really wake up until the cab driver says
Hey, where you going, I forget
Think of the time I came to visit you here
The year after Jeremy died
And the elevators fast and pops my ears out
Theyre all waiting patiently
Touch my name tag, should say HELLO
IM too tired to smile today
Squeak the chair once, take a deep breath
Straighten my tie and say whats the damage?
And the pause feels like an extra year of high school
The CEO takes me aside
Im down 12 points and theyre selling
The graphs in the board room show
By the time that the market opens in Tokyo
Ill be worthless
So, what Im trying to say
I mean what Im asking is
I know we havent talked in a while
But could you come get me? |
Theres blood in the sink and hes plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall, always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds
Theres a light left on
Theres a pace to our direction
Theres a movie still
Of a heart Id like to mention
Dont give me that look, I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
Theres a light left on
Theres a pace to our direction
Theres a movie still
Of a heart Id like to mention
Were listing whats left:
A signed Slayer t-shirt
A car up on blocks in his mothers backyard |
So long living in between a tiny screen and slightly larger screen
The loneliest way to stay alone
Your face frozen up in light
From milder climates and wilder times
I cant watch it glitching anymore
I know why you had to go
An ocean asked you to play another show
The mountains arrange for you to run
I knew you would do your best
In vacuum tubes where the feedbacks nest
To make me smile
But it seems impossible now
From another December we will barely remember
When summer arrives
So ... so long, living in between |
Wait until the day says its closing
And public is put away
Write by the light of a pay phone
Your list of I meant to say
Like Winter comes too soon
Or Radiators hum out of tune
Out under the Disraeli
With rusty train track ties
Well carve new streets and sidewalks
A city for small lives
And say that well stay for one more year
Wait near the end of September
Wait for some stars to show
Try so hard not to remember
What all empty playgrounds know
That sympathy is cruel
Reluctant jester or simpering fool
But six feet off the highway
Our bare legs stung with wheat
Well dig a hole and bury
All we could not defeat
And say that well stay for one more year
Bend to tie a shoelace
Or bend against your fear
And say that youll stay for one more year
With so much left to seek
The lease runs out next week |
Rolling cable slick with beer to hang up on
The broken stands, the house lights lit
Our injuries for crowds with plastic cups
That clapped beneath bartenders sleepy brooms
And boom, boom, boom
Boom, went amps and cases down the stairs
Into the parking lot out back
A burst of moon, a blast of air
An understanding somewhere
Between the turning signal clicks
The shiny food we found with gasoline
The daily prayers of set-lists, tender jokes about
Retards and crashes and queers
I lost the chiming ring of keys to everything
I lost the chiming ring of keys to everything
I lost the chiming ring of keys to everything
Safe and safely locked away back home
Safe and safely locked away back home
Safe and safely locked away back home
Safe and safely locked away back home |
I manage my fantasy baseball team better
Than I manage my anger these days
And Id trade my best pitcher
For a draft pick and a picture
Of the president writhing in pain
Its a weird thing to wish for, but I cant stop wishing
Refreshing the browser, someday
If I live long enough
And the world doesnt end
My wish will come true in a way
And hell die like we all die
In pain or asleep
And well still have our fantasy baseball
And the next fascist fucker in line for the job
Of demolishing hope for us all
So Im putting in love now, Im putting in faith
Putting fear on a long term IL
Im going outside, Im gonna help organize
Something better, something beautiful |
He looked more like our fathers
Not a goalie, player, athlete period
Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk
Tugging jersey around the beer gut
Im strictly a whiskey man
Was one of the sticks he taped up
And gave to a nation of pudgy boys in beverage rooms
Favorites from Plymptons list
Of objects thrown by Rangers fans
Soup cans, persimmon, eggs, a folding chair and a dead rabbit
The nervous breakdown of 68 and 69
After pant-crap flights from LA, the expansion
A shrink told me to change occupations, I had to forget it
He swore he was never afraid of the puck, we believe him
If anyone asks, the inscription should read
My face was my mask. |
Neon lights and slinking purple skies
Squeeze out soft regrets from all our lies
As I greet another door that opens in
To that place where we repeatedly begin
Im tangled up in try
Slipping on I wonder why
I face
Affection, not embrace
Another urban wasteland thick with fears
Icy lights that shine like frozen television tears
Or dying embers of another day
Please tell me what it is I want to say
Im tangled up in try
Slipping on I wonder why
I face
Affection, not embrace
Affectionate embrace |
All night restaurant, North Kildonan
Luke warm coffee tastes like soap
I trace your outline in spilled sugar
Killing time and killing hope
This brand new strip mall chews on farmland
As we fish for someone to blame
But we communicate in questions
And all our answers sound the same
Under sputtering fluorescents
After re-fills are re-filled
Negotiations at a stand-still
Spoon and rolling saucer stilled
If you ask how I got so bitter
Ill ask how you got so vain
And all our questions blur together
The answers always sound the same
We cant look at one another
Ill say something thoughtful soon
But I cant listen to the quiet
So I hum this mindless tune
I stole from some dumb country rock star
And I dont even know his name
Its like my stupid little questions
The answers always sound the same
Tell me why I have to miss you so
Tell me why we sound so lame
Why we communicate in questions
And all our answers sound the same |
They called here to tell me
That youre finally dying
Through a veil of childish cries
Southern Manitoba
Prairies pulling at the
Pant leg of your bad disguise
So why were you so
Anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you lived and died in
Shoe box full of photos
Found a grainy mirror
Sunken cheeks and slender hands
Grocery lists and carbon
Copied letters offer
Silence for my small demands
Hey howd you get so
Anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you lived and died in
Got an armchair from your family home
Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone
Got your plates and stainless steel
Got that way of never saying what you really feel so
Anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you lived and died in
Dont want to live and die here
Dont want to live and die here where were
Anchorless, anchorless
Anchorless, anchorless
Small town that we live and die in |
So Im the first one in again
With the quiet and the window growing snow
When I hear the furnace rouse itself
From its slumber, somehow suddenly I know
As my eye stops on one curled up in my lesson plan
That Im just your little ampersand
When your voice springs from the intercom
With announcements and reminders and a prayer
I remember how you made me feel
I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare
But like the jokes about my figure
Kids think I dont understand
I know Im just your little ampersand
After Christmas holiday you never asked to drive me home again
Sometimes in the staff room, Id catch your eye with whyd it have to end
But I know from how you worry at your wedding band
That Im just your little ampersand
The last conjunction after every other and
I was just your little ampersand |
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water
Keeps a diary invisibly
In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite
Theres a certain search for certainty you know well never see
Her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took
Its one more omission from a high school history book
How whole lives get knifed and pushed aside
To whom it may concern
Theres a bus thats leaving half an hour from now
It wont take her where she really wants to go
So she sits there with her luggage at her side
In the empty stations of our empty lives
Take a broken bottle, take a rafter beam, or
Take a needle and a tarnished spoon
Or just words to kill off one more unheard statement
Of another dying afternoon, she says shes leaving soon
So, so long to ten-hour shifts and faking sympathies
Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities
All rolled up and unfurled like a flag, wake up and pack your bag
To whom it may concern
Theres a bus thats leaving half an hour from now
It wont take her where she really wants to go
So she sits there with her luggage at her side
Leaving empty stations leaving empty lives |
Morning bright, rise, go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
Wed all like to sing, its easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies
Our buildings will rise, poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise, please hear my cries
Id like to pull just this one building down
So turn off the sky, head in my hands
Night keep me warm, white windowsill
Blinded by heart, cut my hair short
Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill |
I have a headache, I have a sore back
I have a letter I cant send
I have desire, it falters and falls down
It calls you up drunk at three or four AM
To wonder when, wonderful
All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull
Pulled along or pulled apart
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart
I have a story that Id like to tell you
Its littered with settings and second takes
I have a feeling that hums with the street lights
Hides under ice in always frozen lakes
My mistake to make you cringe
Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge
To oil and push or pry apart
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart
Found a cure for being sure
And sure as anything
Ill smile for my reckoning
Oil and push, pry apart
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart |
Back in those old punk rock days
Mornings were rough enough
Public access volunteers
We were always, always in between
Miking up the Tec Voc choir
Waiting for our turn to play
We were here to take your calls every telethon
We were keeping drive alive
At the Beausejour Senior Centre dance
Rolling down drivers side
Toss an ember to the night
We end this broadcast day
We knew that it was coming
We end this broadcast day
Keep the camera running
On the last time
We end this broadcast day
On the last time
We end this broadcast day
On the last time
We end this broadcast day |
Whereas Reggie Leach was born and played
Minor hockey back in my hometown
The Rifle fired his first 500 here
And slapped his way into the NHL
Whereas some of us werent always fair
To the Native kid on borrowed skates
Chippy Goolies and Ukranians
In the corners with our elbows up
Whereas Reggie on a playoff run
Could make a dad go buy the new TV
Put his youngest by the window place
The split antenna in her tiny hands
Whereas photos from the old Tribune
Of Reggie smiling with the Stanley Cup
Curled their corners, dropped off bedroom walls
Left a square of where they used to be
We, the undersigned, put forth his name
To the Hockey Hall of Fame
We, the undersigned, put forth his name
To the Hockey Hall of Fame
Therefore, we, the undersigned put forth his name
To the Hockey Hall of Fame |
You always stole all my last words
Heres no exception then, one more for me to send
And nothing happens in the end
Im thinking of you less, more concerned and more is less
I guess it doesnt matter now
Maybe well never go insane
You always said we would, sometimes I wished we could
With you lying naked in the rain
And singing Boney M, cutting down all our old friends
I talk to them again now
So heres the last one I have left
We fell a little deep, I watched you fall asleep
And nothing happens in the end
But I remember when I could remember when
Seems like a long time ago |
Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin
Drunk driving, some form of soft suicide
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings
Or peeling the paint off of things to confide
Maybe someday
The lies weve led around
Will crawl under our beds
And sleep off the years
Teach me to wiggle my ears like that
Show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike
Ask me the questions you never want answers to
We can re-write them however we like
Maybe someday
The lies weve led around
Will crawl under our beds
And sleep off the years
Stop the hardwood floors lopsided grin
Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee tin
Let your hand melt a hole in the frost
Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost
Someday
The lies weve led around
Will crawl under our beds
And sleep off the years
Sleep off those years |
This spring made winter an insulting opening offer down the passing lane
Its getting harder to negotiate, thawing out and icing up again
Past the Mint, where a circle of provincial flags are flagging in the front yard
Im tired of trying to make us think that it hasnt always been so hard
The sky looks sea-sick on the boxcar sway
Where the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away
So the sun pulls me out a bit and lets me go, Im a vacuum power cord
In the back of that van full of kids, cleaning carpets for the Lord
And I make a little list of sounds I found have comforted us in the past
The roar of the rumble strips and the Mennonite meter of the flood forecast
Oh, how the wind strums on those signs that say
The Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away
Steer this boat around the slowplow spray
While the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away |
All the unpaid bills
Wrestling interest rates
While past-due dates wait with their boutonnieres
And the slumping bike
Strangled with a lock
That we forgot the combination to
The old house drinks everything we hide
And hums sad songs that keep us up all night
With the doorknobs loose
And the pipes that burst
With the fuses blown
And the taps reversed
The calender requests
A meeting to discuss
The time we waste: When would be good for you?
And the sidewalk cracks
Spell the way back home
In one uninterrupted palindrome
The old house keeps all of our receipts
In envelopes secured with rubber bands
Oh, the blinking snow
And the dark dispersed
With a smear removed
With our taps reversed |
Knock so Ill know youre still there
Half listening, interpreting the air
Full of failing foreign tongue
My dialect of stammer come undone
Ive got these threads of you and I
I use to tie my doubts down
And from four time-zones away
Still yesterday, still talking to the past
From the front seat of your car
Gravel road and falling
Falling hands and falling stars
Start the engine up
Id like a new identity
A pseudonym, some plastic surgery
Or just some way to disappear
Someone to write me out of here
I hear you hum an unfamiliar song
Thought maybe you would come along
Perhaps youd like to see
Some piece of this, my new philosophy is that a
Crappy tape deck somewhere
Plays a greatest hits collection
Of strange and tender moments lost
Stranded, and forgotten
Ill meet you there
Something I forgot to say
Cant find a way to make this mark more clear
So crack your skull before you weep
And Ill try to keep some part of me sincere |
Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four
Cold winces through the cardboard window
Where the cobblestone smashed into glass
And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage Avenue
And lights the icy ruts sprinkled with sand
Down the dim hall of chain stores to Grace
Where the parking lot is full again
I dont bother locking up
The face before the doors slide apart
Is hers the day they took away the candy
Left gift-shop tulips to frame her alarm
What will I do now?
What will I do now?
What will I do now?
What will I do now? |
Oh, wait for me, I fell behind three signs for services ago
And some sarcastic satellite says Im not anywhere
Spent every cent of your goodwill on fossil fuels and magazines
So let this field of flax forclose on everything I own
And scratch Saskatchewan away
Make Manitoba paper dolls
Lift up a line from Highway 1
To tie Ontario
Oh, wait for me |
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
And it didnt take long for the words to slow
Roll over the gravel shoulder
Thump into the ditch
Engine cut, battery dying
The station metastasizing
Tumours of evangelists and ads for vinyl siding
The city, some cheap EQ with the mids pushed up
In the one long note of wheat
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
Too far to walk to anywhere from here
Too far |
I know its annoying borrowing your brothers car
But mine wont start and its Sunday
Soon a line of headlights peering down the avenue
Could find you there in a lawn chair
Next to our old El Camino with the racing stripes
On cruise night, on cruise night, on cruise night
Dude just make it happen, I cant take another week
Of feeling lame with the same old same old
King-can on my ten-speed, circling the Dairy Queen
While jacked-up rides idle at me
I wanna rock the RPM between the reds and greens
On cruise night, on cruise night, on cruise night
Drive awhile in one direction and well turn around
On cruise night |
My monitor is frozen
In late-for-something sun
That cuts through icy patterns
Another days begun
Recalling all my losses
While trying to ignore
The theme that keeps repeating
From Call of Duty 4
I tap-tap off the volume
And stare out at the road
Where cars and snowplows scroll by
A broken line of code
From some embedded program
That executes our town
The river and the Co-Op
This house thats falling down
So tape over my window
With dark green garbage bags
Enclose my name in brackets
Make HTML tags
To start and end forever
Above the wheezy breath
Of cooling fans and hard drives
Beyond the screens of death |
Theyre tearing up streets again
Theyre building a new hotel
The mayors out killing kids to keep taxes down
And me and my anger sit folding a paper bird
Letting the curtains turn to beating wings
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning
Just one pair of clean socks and a photo of you
When you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site
Well write some notes to tape to the heavy machines
Like, We hope they treat you well
Hope you dont work too hard
We hope you get to be happy sometimes
Bring your Swiss Army knife and a bottle of something
And Ill bring some spray paint and a new deck of cards
Hey, I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness
To keep all those bad ideas, keep all our hope
Its here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear
Its such an enormous thing to walk and listen
And Id like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
In a room near a truck stop on a highway somewhere
Well, you are a radio, you are an open door
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights
You swim through frequencies, you let that stranger in
Im blinking off and on and off again
Weve got a lot of time, or maybe we dont
But Id like to think so, so let me pretend
These are my favourite chords, I know you like them too
When I get a new guitar, you could have this one
And sing me a lullaby, sing me the alphabet
Sing me a story I havent heard yet |
Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes
Wind is biting through to wave hello
See in my reflection an exterior of lies
Hope this shaky feeling doesnt show
As if I have to tell you, there was little left to say
It was stilted conversation colored blue
You were sitting down and you got up to walk away
Tried to stay but I was right behind you
I was right behind you
Tension in the stare I cannot bear
So close to helpless as the songs I sing
Inside me ring
Final words are boring, never touching
Oh you whispered something in my ear
I could not hear you
Girls with the greenest eyes
The first time you have kissed
Our quiet softest sighs
A song for all those who shot and missed
Waking up each morning to a multitude of ties
People always have to change and grow
Seeing my reflection in your sullen, infected eyes
Makes me wonder if youll ever know
Tried to change relationship with words gray and bland
Words that never seem to rest or rhyme
Turned around and still I hope you try to understand
I was right behind you every time
I was right behind you
Tension in the stare I cannot bear
So close to helpless as the songs I sing
Inside me ring
Final words are boring, never touching
Oh you whispered something in my ear
I could not hear you
Girls with the greenest eyes
The first time you have kissed
Our quiet softest sighs
A song for all those who shot and missed |
Another Sunday afternoon
Nothing much to do
But sit and try and make some sense of what I think about you
Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn
First snow is melting outside on the lawn
Scattered bits of yesterday with melancholy flecks of grey
Creeping back to tell me I was wrong
A heartful of whats hard to say
Ive let that skipping record play far too long
Fall
Still were shot down by the likes of it all
Fly
Up above all that still steals the lights from your carnival
One smiled and said to me dont stay awake
Some kind of affirmation knowing you were truly wrong
Some kind of happiness at things we never see
No we are not half as smart as you pretend to
Well you were right I have pretended to be me
And now these jaded eyes
Can barely see where is this going anyway
Its always hard to say
Hard to say |
I woke you up at four this morning
To whimper and to whine
To hear myself through spit and crackle
Of a poor long distance line
Twelve clever ways to say I love you
With words that always fail
Hang up and light a cigarette
Sit waiting for the mail
Some flyers from department stores
A, another get rich plan
A bill or two, some shampoo, and a note from Ed McMahon
Although youll always be the one in which I will confide
Sometimes youre the razor on my private water slide
By the way, I got your letter yesterday
It said theres no need to be sad
It said that some things would never ever change
But that some already had
And Id heard it from the corner of my ear
How that voice makes things right
And Im sure theres something more than memory
Across the Maryland bridge tonight
How ominous these undercurrents
They crowd me now it seems
And every time I meet you in the darkness of my dreams
Its likely that Ill turn around and parody myself
Imagine were in different places
Pretend were someone else
Well, I can be J. Edgar Hoover
You be JFK
As power hungry egocentrics
Well paper fight the nights away
Sometimes youre my nemesis
When I am paranoid
Sometimes I have doubts and worries
Too strong to avoid
By the way, I got your letter yesterday
It said theres no need to be sad
It said that some things would never ever change
But that some already had
And Id heard it from the corner of my ear
How that voice makes things right
And Im sure theres something more than memory
Across the Maryland bridge tonight
... Maryland bridge tonight |
Heres a little picture for your wallet and your mind
Its us when we were searching for the blue we could not find
Its us with padded pockets, dazzling futures and these unpolluted smiles
Reality pushed back just by the thinkings of the latest styles
Well, Im nineteen and Im catching myself living in the past
Walls with wilted Polaroids of friends that didnt last
And everything that was promising is common now I find
So heres a little picture for your wallet and your mind
Heres a little picture for your wallet and your mind
It seems that what we wanted didnt like what we would find
It seems you didnt listen when I told you what I mean
Futility is reminiscence. Shades of velveteen
The ceaseless beatings of our histories, memories fill our lungs
Drowning us in different futures, down another rung
Well, my voice cracks with the thought of you, so innocent and blind
So heres a little picture for your wallet and your mind
Its just one of many pictures I must learn to leave behind |
She found me in high school, its a
Story you have heard before, of
Sunlight and the hope for something more
And friendship turns to passion, like some
Bird that learns to fly
There is no time for the chance to wonder why
So kiss my eyes until I get to sleep
With promises we knew we could not keep
She said stand up, make some sound
Try to let them see
Throw your histories to the ground
Set all your prisoners free
She stands back to sigh
This impossible goodbye
Now who can show the moment when
Commitment goes astray?
Does my mind still so entwined in yesterday
Strung out my emotions, like some
Loving puppeteer
But these strings are not as light as they appear
I came a thousand miles to see her eyes
She met me with this new, aloof disguise
This fear tastes like a rusty knife
A chocolate bars tinfoil
Love tastes like its soaked in life
Anger, blood and soil
She stands back to sigh
This impossible goodbye
Well, I am witness to her soaring soul and my
Am I another souvenir that she must leave behind?
With light that sings, the ice, these wings, my bonds untie
I think I see some open sky
She said stand up, make some sound
Try to let them see
Throw your histories to the ground
Set all your prisoners free
This fear tastes like a rusty knife
A chocolate bars tinfoil
Love tastes like its soaked in life
Anger, blood and soil
She stands back to sigh
This impossible goodbye
We both start to cry
Its this impossible goodbye
She found me in high school, its a
Story you have heard before |
My citys still breathing, but barely, its true
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass
Im back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say
I wanted it this way
Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
Im trying not to wonder where you are
All this time
Lingers, undefined
Someone choose
Whos left and whos leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely
Duct-tape and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines
That youre relying on to lead you home
That youre relying on to lead you home
That youre relying on to lead you home |
Hey, another numbing light of early morning
Another pile of half-read books
Nice and safe in my serene surroundings
Evil smiles and empty looks
Why justify why you can think at all?
I guess Im far too sane
Cry, falsify this turmoil of emotion
Until you feel no pain, but
Im pretty sure some sun will rise, and
Give me the strength to shield my eyes, from
All the lights and all the lies of compromise
And I always try to understand, but
Looking back its hard to know
That you were bought and sold for a box filled full of Spanish gold
I sifted through some archives yesterday
Met you in a photograph
I saw your face and simply had to look away
I know that that would make you laugh
So many things I guess I should remember
But I dont know how
So many things so easy to forget
I guess I miss you now, but
Im pretty sure some sun will rise, and
Give me the strength to shield my eyes, from
All the lights and all the lies of compromises
And is this a faded memory, or
Did I see you crawling
Out towards the open sea, so sad and free without me
Oh, without me
I bid farewell to the faded memory |
To that place where I repeatedly begin
Slipping on I wonder why I face
Affection not embrace
Another urban wasteland thick with fear
Icy lights
Dying embers of another day
Please tell me what it is I want to say
Im
Slipping on I wonder why I face
Affection not embrace
Affection not embrace |
An open window shows the stars shine well up there
I clear my throat to hear some sound
And think of falling out into the open air
Blue-black sky and cold, familiar ground
Something always pulls me back
Something always pulls me back
Something always seems to come along despite the, despite the
Blow up dolls of superheroes, sad sound-bitten lives
These crowded streets of empty faces, loneliness and lies
Im waiting for some sympathetic smile
Im confident its just another mile
I stay up thirty hours waiting for a sign
Stilted sunlight pulled through old, venetian blinds
Lost cause, a pregnant pause, a shiver when I wake
To perseverance wearing thin through all the noise I make
Something always pulls me back
Something always pulls me back
Something always seems to come along despite the, despite the
Blow up dolls of superheroes, sad sound-bitten lives
These crowded streets of empty faces, loneliness and lies
Im waiting for some sympathetic smile
Im confident its just another mile
Im waiting for your sympathetic smile
Im confident its just another mile |
Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh
The air is full of nerves and human cells
Beside me sits some awkward girl who lies
Fell half in love within the airport lounge
Captain says No smoking, if we crash try not to die
Flying some preposterous amount of meters high
The lavatory has smoke alarms and lukewarm water and I can see
The clouds outside stretched out to nowhere, ribbed and textured easily
So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way
Its far too late to talk about tomorrow
These are things I feel and things I think and try to say
Still waiting for the morning, Im still waiting for today
Well try to make you see there is no way
Attempts at comprehension always miss
She lays her body down and tries to say, she tries to say, she tries to say:
There is no answer to a kiss
These people make me angry, what is yours and what is mine
Talk of shopping, pure white noise, abide by every Dont Walk sign
Dinner at the restaurant so isnt very nice
Nineteen dollars and fifty cents for some tasteless chicken and wild rice
So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way
Its far too late to talk about tomorrow
These are things I feel and things I think and try to say
Still waiting for the morning, Im still waiting for today
So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way
Its far too late to talk about tomorrow
These are things I feel and things I think and try to say
Still waiting for the morning, Im still waiting for today |
This is where we come up with a larger plan
This is where we study for the nurse exam
This is where we spend a part of every day
Thinking in a language that they tried to take away
This is where the sad lamp on the second floor
Leads us to a winter afternoon
Here is a branch where we sing out the call
Millennium for all
This is where we test out our replacement knees
This is where were knitting mitts for refugees
This is where we medicate in bathroom stalls
This is where we call home from a payphone down the hall
This is where we work the circulation desk
Or counting out a haiku in our head
Here is the branch where we sing out the call
Millennium for all
This is where we worry over breaking news
This is where we read a hundred Nancy Drews
This is where were difficult and cant sit still
This is where we come in from the feels like with the wind chill
This is where we find the hour of sleep we lost
Wake up knowing what we need to say
Here is the branch where we sing out the call
Millennium for all
Here is the branch where we sing out the call
Millennium for all
Millennium for all |
Flying, floating, softly spinning swiftly through my dreams
Attempts are made and understanding what it really means
Trying to hold humanity in life got truly mad
Extenuating circumstances always make me sad
And sadness is eternity, I cannot tell you why
Generally speaking all I wanna do is sigh
Cigarettes and cups of coffee, skies as clean as blue
All of this is anger, this is pain, but just for you
Here is a happy song to burn the days away
Happy song, to drown the bad today
Happy song, it makes you wanna say
Happy song, I almost feel okay
Call myself a coward, I defy all I believe
I think of things beyond me, things I never could conceive
Love and death and happiness, something in your eyes
Is telling me youre understanding all my lies are lies
Expressing all this feeling is important for a while
Words are just disguises, theres some meaning in your smile
No one seems to notice, Im the only one to see
That all of this is anger, this is pain, but just for me
Here is a happy song to burn the days away
Happy song, to drown the bad today
Happy song, it makes you wanna say
Happy song, I almost feel okay
Well on my way to feeling okay
Okay, okay
Okay |
And the road only goes one way
And you cant get lost
The trees drive by
And we carry the river
I ask you four questions
You give me four answers
The ininiwish that live here
The book that changed your life
And the river only goes one way
And you cant get lost
The akiwenzii that assigned you
The oil rig, it sang Marx
We keep the critic in the back seat
I keep the answers
In the hollow part of me
And the river only goes one way
And you cant get lost
Thеre are simple stolеn moments
These are simple stolen moments
And we love when we are able
And there are beating wings reminding me if you fly
Forever you can have two summers
And the river only goes one way
And you cant get lost |
Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
Wed all like to sing
Its easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies
Our buildings will rise
Poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise
Please hear my cries
Id like to pull just this one building down
So turn off the sky
Head in my hands
Light keep me warm, white windowsill
Blinded by heart
Cut my hair short
Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill |
Out on the front porch with a kerosene lamp
See white-capped waves rolling five feet high
But begging these memories for another advance
Is like whispering love to the sky
I have this picture of you taking my hand
Sink to my knees in the damp, dark sand
Take off all your clothes and we reach out in vain
The light goes out as it starts to rain
Saint Cecilia, send me something simple and sublime
Close my eyes and douse my head with red raspberry wine
The wind rises swiftly and the trees start to sway
To take back the delicate words that you said
Place me there in the sunrise of the strong, new day
Cause the light here is failing, these words are all dead
Just leave me my cherished ambiguity
I need it sleep with, I need it to see
For all contradictions that I try to disguise
Will rise up from my lungs, come to be baptized by
Saint Cecilia, send me something simple and sublime
Close my eyes and douse my head with red raspberry wine |
I turned on all the sprinklers in the pouring rain
To try and hide the real, and I recall
Couldnt get to sleep that night, its still the same
No one left to call
No one left to stop me from the fall
All this self pity, I am shit
Dreamed of rows of quickly closing doors
I heard the things they said and I refuse to be misled
Your reach is awfully sore
Is it wrong of me to ask for something more?
Swear by someday
Always stays the same
Swear by someday
Chalk drawings smearing in the summer rain again
Turned on all the sprinklers in the pouring rain
To try and hide the real, and I recall
Couldnt get to sleep that night, its still the same
No one left to call
No one left to stop me from the fall
All this self pity, I am shit
Dreamed of rows of quickly closing doors
I heard the things they said and I refuse to be misled
Your reach is awfully sore
Is it wrong of me to ask for something more?
Swear by someday
Always stays the same
Swear by someday
Chalk drawings smearing in the summer rain, again
Someday
Someday
I swore to you I would never use the word someday
But now I think it seems to be the only way to justify
The simple thing to survive
The meaning is to be alive
Now I think Ill take it easy for a while
Sit back and watch you others standing with a smile
Procrastinate a little until we can see
A sunny place where we can stand and be
So, swear by someday
Always stays the same
Swear by someday
Chalk drawings smearing in the summer rain again
Chalk drawings smearing in the summer rain again
Chalk drawings smearing in the summer rain again |
Flowers Moonlight Stickythings
Old guitar stings
And smoothly obscene
And I use the word you I dont know who I mean
If this song was a painting it would be velveteen
We sat on a beach at night
We all need the space
To fall down and grow
And I use the word you I dont know who I mean
If this song was a painting it would be velveteen |
Expectations loom and haunt me
With these questions I must choose
In our minds that youth formed with the
Friction of opposing views
Were not spilled on grasping whims
Kick em in, so plain to see
Stressly fierce and yet unvented
Still I have no tragedy
To be soaring in un un un unearthly refrain
Fall face down in the mud for the tiny comment, rough and bland
To be soaring in un un un unearthly refrain
Fall face down in the mud for the tiny comment, rough and bland
Salted crackers, sun and water
Sprinting fast through unmarked snow
With all these thoughts of moving forward
Thats okay, we eat too slow
Smell and taste and interaction
Watch me wonder, watch me strive
Breathing deep the suns first shadows
Cause I live, cause I am alive
To be soaring in un un un unearthly refrain
Fall face down in the mud for the tiny comment, rough and bland
To be soaring in un un un unearthly refrain
Fall face down in the mud for the tiny comment, rough and bland
Youre rough and bland |
Home, home, all souls home
Dead to the graveyard, living to the lamplight
Old to the fireside, girls from the twilight
Babe to the breast, and heart to its haven
Lost ones home
—Kathleen Raine, Spell to Bring Lost Creatures Home
Twilight casts its spell
The forest sighs and trembles
Children, shadows long
Hurry down the lanes
Swinging through the gates
Home, young ones home!
Home, strayed ones home!
Sailors ride dark swells
Drunkards drink their fill
Sad girls bathe in lamplight
Glassy-eyed and pale
No one to regale
Home, all souls home!
Home, lost ones home!
Feather and fur reclaim the night
Creep and prowl
Scatter in haste at dawn’s first light
Heed the call
Home, night owls home!
Home, small beasts home!
Home, strayed ones home!
Home, young ones home!
All souls home! |
Come on, Gwen. Where’ve you been?
Are you feeling right? You got so thin
What sets you running when you hear us coming?
You can’t hide from a landslide
Maryanne, still so young. New Year’s Eve, in ’91
You held his hand and looked around
You could take that chain down
You could take that chain down
Bleeding heart and clover blooming, roses on the vine
When it’s raining hard, darkness glooming
I could change my mind
I could change my mind
Come on, Jean. You’ve got to get up
Let’s comb that hair. You’re looking rough
The nurse is coming, she’ll bring you something
You could put your foot down
You could put your foot down
You could put your foot down |
The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.
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How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:
from datasets import load_dataset
dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/john-k-samson")
An example of 'train' looks as follows.
This example was too long and was cropped:
{
"text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}
The data fields are the same among all splits.
text
: a string
feature.train | validation | test |
---|---|---|
116 | - | - |
'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:
from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np
datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/john-k-samson")
train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03
train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])
datasets = DatasetDict(
{
'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
}
)
@InProceedings{huggingartists,
author={Aleksey Korshuk}
year=2021
}
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