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ABCs
03:13
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I like to live my life by the ABCs
I like the live life freely - 123 (ooweh ooweh ooh...)
One life to live just as you are
and if you have two thumbs you could swing from monkey bars (ooweh ooweh ooh...)
and threes, well three's are magical;
You've got three sides to a triangle,
and three wishes for a genie in a bottle.
Ooh....
Three little piggies got it all wrong -
thought they could hide behind a song, (ooweh ooweh ooh...)
But their vulnerable hearts opened up
and they became three piggy pirates of love. (ooweh ooweh ooh...)
They sailed across the deep blue sea -
that's where they met Gertude the Genie.
She said, "I could offer you worldly riches, if you just close your hearts up with stitches."
Ooh...
Pirates of Love live by the ABCs
Affectionate Bold Cammaraderie (ooweh ooweh ooh..)
Piggy Pirates treasure their hearts and their snouts
So they turned their little piggy pirate ship about.
Oooh...
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2. |
Naked Bones
03:37
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Limbs and trees on a darkened path
You gotta keep goin' - you can't go back.
Second thoughts don't matter now; you've got unsteady feet on even ground.
Oooh...
Met your youth in the woods with Red Riding Hood,
searching for wonder and misplaced baked goods.
Death popped up and you all did a dance;
stole his scythe and his pink party pants.
Ooooh...
Ooooh...
Don't dance like it's over now.
Gotta go on but you don't know how.
Search for the way to go.
Sticks and stones.
Naked Bones.
Oooh.
But when you find it, when you find it you're gonna hold on too tight.
When you find it - better hold it just right.
Time struts on with no conscience to stand,
with tap-tappin' feet, and trick-tricklin' sands.
There's a time to dance and a time to die.
Steady your hands and don't try to fight.
But when you find it, when you find it you're gonna hold on too tight.
When you find it - better hold it just right.
But when you find it, when you find it you're gonna hold on too tight.
Death's back.
He wants his pants.
t-tick tick tok.
A second glance.
Muster the courage for a great comeback.
Look your fear in the eyes that it lacks.
But when you find it, when you find it you're gonna hold on too tight.
When you find it - better hold it just right.
But when you find it, when you find it you're gonna hold on too tight.
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Tidal Wave
05:05
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We are cascading tidal waves
You hold the wheel and I feel safe
Our raft of twigs shrinks amidst the waves
But you are strong, and I feel safe.
You are me; I am you; So is he; So is she; You are me; I am you.
Enter disconnected man, filled with fear.
He lights his match, with folded ears, and
blindly he throws his match in bane;
our eyes reflect scorching flames.
We ask him:
"Why do you burn?
Why do you burn? Why do you burn? Why do you burn those bridges d-down down?"
Down down down down...
We manouever icebergs amidst the waves
Ducking low to avoid the flames
Together we ride the Northern Sea
Behind us he stands; alone is he.
He stares from behind his mask of lies - but it's not more beautiful.
He closes his eyes as the waves rush in.
They wash his pain away. They wash his pain away.
But on his face - swirling lines of mud remain.
Why do you burn?
Why do you burn those bridges d-down down?
Down down down down...
Tidal waves crumble shields of lies
Though his consciousness denies
that when the burning stops and the anger fades
Ashes will remain.
and we'll sail
Down down down down down...
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4. |
Butterfly
03:53
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Blue Butterfly floating softly in the sky
drinking sweet nectar from those purple blazing stars
Blue Butterfly on wings so paper thin
Inflame the stellar darkness - begin.
Fly away.
Love of Mine, these stars are for your eyes;
Don't let the misty fog disguise,
because, Love of Mine, I know doubt catches your ears
but Freedom flies in the face of fear.
Fly away.
Form a chrysalis beneath the moon.
Wrap in wonder; heal your wounds.
Fly away.
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Fear of Crumbs
04:35
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Take it back.
Can't drag it out of me as the fog rolls in.
3PM I'm rolling back into those covers.
Back to them.
and I say, "Don't leave me.
Don't leave me. Oh, my strength... come back."
I was walking down in Parkdale with the characters
While they were walking with the characters in their minds
My text just autocorrected to "SUFFERING AND QUEEN"
...is it mocking me?
'Cause it's 3PM I'm rolling back into those covers.
Back to them - it's 3PM!
I'm too young for this, but I'm holding on.
I'm too young for this, but I'm holding on.
I'm too young to be afraid of crumbs...
but I'm a windchime.
I'm the metal coat hanger of windchimes covered in rust.
Can you hear my muffled sound?
Do you hear my muffled song?
I'm too young for this, but I'm holding on.
I'm too young for this, but I'm holding on.
I'm too young to be afraid of crumbs...
So I sing, "fuck you gluten"
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Hanna Bech Hamilton, Ontario
My favourite artists take their shoes off on stage and I strive for the same grounded authenticity. I like to weave stories and hooks, and play with expectations (yours and mine)! I think my music sounds like a film score and indie pop going on a first date. But you tell me. ... more
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