In a past life we had all that we needed
that's not our paradise, that's someone else's eden
and i keep my hands tied to work on my breathing
i walk to the store, i walk home
now we're on guilford and east 23rd
i do not mean to argue but are you so sure?
between hell in my handbag and the gun in your purse
and always and everywhere the word
always and every the word
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i heard he was a sailor before he went gray
but the tides do not shine like they did in his day
and before there were mirrors a smooth glass display
in the water caught the look on his face
and he kept a guitar 'round for when the house croaked
and he'd sing all the old songs that his old friends wrote
he says "alright, maybe it's true and the center can't hold
what would it mean if we even could know?
what would it mean if we even could know?"
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and in a past life you had got the right treatment
that's not what it's like and this sure ain't no eden
still i marvel at the strength that you found in believing
that all that might rise might converge
now i still have dreams of a hospital room
where you're talking to me and i'm talking to you
and the whole thing's so lifelike it's hard to know what's true
i leave a note for myself in the morning
that's just something that i carve in the door
Delicate, plangent indie rock from this Toronto singer-songwriter, who here explores the many aspects of depression. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2018
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