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So glad you’re alive.
So good that you’re here.
May you live long and well,
In freedom from fear.
May your happy heart be dancing down a rainbow,
Or swinging on a star.
As in time,
You become who you are.
So glad you were born.
So good that you came.
Sweet child of the darkness,
Bright child of the flame.
May you be the spinner of the story,
The teller and the tale.
May divine inspiration,
Never fail.
So glad you could make it,
To share in a song.
May the mighty magic river,
Always carry you along.
May all the gods that ever were or will be
Shower blessings over you.
May you know the light of love
Through and through.
Through the days of your dreaming.
Once upon a time and a place.
May true love and meaning,
Be the music that you face.
And when you satisfy your longing to be whole,
May life itself be your best friend.
May the singing of your soul,
Never end.
So glad you’re alive.
So good that you’re here.
May you live long and well,
In freedom from fear.
May your happy heart be dancing down a rainbow,
Or swinging on a star.
As in time,
You become who you are.
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Don't give me no fake smile.
You’re so cold.
Oh you know.
Don’t show me no real love.
You’re so cold.
Oh you know.
Spent all day trying to tie my shoelace.
Spent most of my life, left and right.
Now I’m enjoying my time, if it makes any sense.
Oh you know.
That’s for sure.
Yeah!
Don’t give me no fake smile.
Don’t you know?
That’s for sure.
Don’t show me no real love.
You’re so cold.
Oh you know.
Spent all day wandering on.
Spent most of my time trying to fix shit.
Now I enjoy my time, if it makes any sense.
Oh you know.
That’s for sure.
Yeah!
That’s for sure.
Oh you know,
That for sure.
For you Saul.
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3. |
ELVIS NELSON - That Girl
04:56
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Uh, Baby x4
Girl! Baby x4
Met her on the street one night
She was looking all right
I wanted to know her better
She said boy, you’re just another player
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
It’s love at first sight
I’ve got to do this right
Girl!
Love at first sight - Baby Baby,
I’ve got to do this right,
Girl!
Sophisticated woman I see
Communicating with me
I wanna’ touch her hold her squeeze her tight
Making sweet love all right
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna’ tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
It’s love at first sight
I’ve got to do this right
Girl!
Love at first sight – baby baby!
I’ve got to do this right,
Girl!
Wow!
Ow!
Wow!
Ow!
I feel so fine she blows my mind
I think about the woman all the time
The way she walks the way she talks
I’m gonna give myself a heart attack
Ooh, Baby x4
Girl, Girl!
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
That girl, she’s all right, I wanna tell her that I like her
That girl, she’s so fine, I’d like to get to know her better
Baby x24
That Girl, She’s all right, I wanna tell her that I love her...
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I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain.
You weren't afraid to face the devil,
You were no stranger to the rain.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.
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With Tim's to tear my flesh from a side look glass that I hear crash you spoke too soon to an opened wound to the deaf like swooning after laughter came from rooms
And your heart remains a spoken thank you don't get shot like Larry Flynt boys you won't like his shape he's in since his religion Lennon shot him he's so political critical wheelchair sex no more pinkjet pussy no More magazine Susie I said don't get shot like Larry Flynt boys
In my day day well in concrete what might I say Tango my feet discuss this last and oh oh how much trust
Stupid stupid I'm stupid all the time I didn't have to go to school to know that I'm not the only fool in the paper spots on the seats little lots of uniforms making me machine
With Tim's to tear my flesh from a side look glass that I hear crash you spoke too soon to an opened wound to the deaf like swooning after laughter came from rooms and your heart remains a spoken thank you
Thank you I said thank you thank you
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Lace your shoes 'cause they lace your dope.
Do you even know what they put in your dope.
You pay for this, but they sold you that.
Fentanyl even mixed in with the crack.
It's not OD'ing, it's fentanyl poisoning.
Lost some friends cause they all turned blue,
It's genocide what the fuck are you gonna do?
Thanks doc for making the whole world dope sick.
Thanks doc for making the whole world dope sick.
Saved if we do, man, damned if we don't.
They put the fears in to you,
they say they'll save you, but they won't.
Saved if we do, man, damned if we don't.
They put the fears in to you,
they say they'll save you, but they won't.
No they don't.
Health care? Yeah right.
It's more like "pop pills, pop pills".
Lace your shoes 'cause they lace your dope.
Do you even know what they put in your dope.
You pay for this, but they sold you that.
Fentanyl even mixed in with the crack.
It's not OD'ing, it's fentanyl poisoning.
Lost some friends cause they all turned blue,
It's genocide what the fuck are you gonna do?
Attache ta tuque avec de la broche de foin.
Parce-ce que tu ara pas plus loin que le dernier qui a pris le meme chemin.
Le dernier qui a pris CE chemin , il CA pas rendu plus loin.
Le dernier qui la vie,il se promenais tout nue dans.
rue d'une Tente, tu Pense tu CA Lui tant.
Toi CA tentrai tu,
moi ja nais attraver dans le cu.
Attraver dans le cu.
Brand new morning, rising Sun
we all kept it inside for a way too Long.
Cause what they say is not
What they do.
They took it from me, & stole it from you.
It's time to wake up .
Lace your shoes 'cause they lace your dope.
Do you even know what they put in your dope.
You pay for this, but they sold you that.
Fentanyl even mixed in with the crack.
It's not OD'ing, it's fentanyl poisoning.
Lost some friends cause they all turned blue,
It's genocide what the fuck are you gonna do?
Never use alone,use mops , OPS, Insite...
We need to take care of each other.
A lot of people use for pain.
Because the system is driving them insane.
The stigma.
Too many die.
Vancouver fentanyl crisis,
It's been going on for a way to long.
Lace your shoes 'cause they lace your dope.
Do you even know what they put in your dope.
You pay for this, but they sold you that.
Fentanyl even mixed in with the crack.
It's not OD'ing, it's fentanyl poisoning.
Lost some friends cause they all turned blue,
It's genocide what the fuck are you gonna do?
It's genocide, what the fuck are you going to do.
Time to wake up.
More clean supply.
It's time to wake up.
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7. |
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As a child I dreamed of running free.
I’d travel way out west and cowboy a bit,
Maybe sail the seven seas.
Always choosing the roads less traveled
In search of life’s elusive mysteries,
Pursing esoteric possibilities.
I’ve been called dazed and confused,
Accused of wasting my time fiddlin’ my life away.
Funkin’ up ol’ rhumba beat blues,
What other folk think ‘n’ say can’t really
Change what’s true for you,
Just keep on keepin’ on,
Doin’ the best you can do.
The golden calves worshipped by society,
They sing no siren songs to me,
Position, power, possesions,
The acquisition of property,
Proprietary ethics a la temporal reality.
Deep in my heart and soul those childhood
Dreams still echo and clal to me,
I feel the sun on my face,
I’ve got the wind on my back,
And I’m running free,
Running free, I’m running free…
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Yo, my name is River, I’m nine years old,
Some people call me crazy some people call me bold,
One thing’s for sure, you can’t deny,
You can’t make me do stuff, so don’t even try.
I’m a spark like no other, a soul beyond my years-
Let me tell my story, just lend me your ears,
I have to go to school dad tells me it’s good,
Sit in a desk and follow the rules.
I really don’t like it, it’s not my natural state,
They say it’s for my future but I won’t take the bait,
I’d rather play tag or catch toads in a pond,
I only wanna’ do stuff of which I am fond.
No amount of stickers will get me to be,
Anything other than just being me,
My teacher’s real sweet she let’s me read,
There’s 25 kids she’s got other needs.
So I hide at my desk and I withdraw,
I feel like a failure, I feel like a flop,
I sit with the shame that it’s wrong to be me,
I don’t got the words to share what I need.
I have these feelings that I just can’t express,
So I throw my books to show you I’m in distress,
I swim with the current I don’t gotta’ row,
Like a fish out of water I go where I can flow.
I know I don’t fit in, I know I disrupt,
It’s the only way to show you I’m all bottled up.
Sitting with the principal four hours straight,
Feeling put down, it teaches me to hate.
I have to sit still, I feel like a slave, for what?
A future at McDonalds? For minimum wage?
I’m your only son, I deserve the best,
Don’t send me to a place where my heart can’t rest,
My spirit is strong, I don’t want it to die.
I don’t know how much longer I can live this lie.
I love you daddy, you mean the world to me,
Can’t you see I’m a spirit that’s that longs to break free,
I know you want the best because you love me too,
I wanna make you happy but I don’t know what to do.
If I’m not happy, you’re not happy too,
We’re connected by a cord like a right and left shoe.
If you want the best for me let me follow my heart,
Let me play when it calls me let me let my life be my art,
My biggest gift to you is allow yourself to trust,
Trust my spirit it doesn’t want to rust.
Don’t forget, I’m just a kid once,
There’s no going back once the deed is done.
Because life is too short to not chase your passions,
Ignore your desires and your dreams will go crashing.
Trust that my spirit’s not meant to die,
My spirit knows what’s up and it wants to thrive,
I’m a bright little boy with a life ahead of me,
I conserve my full potential when my spirit’s left to be.
My name is river, I’m nine years old.
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Grab the gold, by any means,
Cheat the blind, that thing you do.
The hand of fate was dealt unseen,
Lost in the shuffle, so where are you?
Suspended in your desperation,
A mad man is bid to cover,
The wheel of fortune was ‘running hot’.
This thing that burns, so now you suffer,
Made your bed for the living dead,
Nothing left to do but keep,
That devil’s dream awake instead.
Cold fossil eyes upon you weep,
A stifled plea, gets choked out again,
Without redemption, but more sacrifice,
So the torture never ends,
Immobilized in the cruel device,
So this moment is undone.
You’re paralyzed in the silent scream,
The stillness is as you’ve become,
What a tangled web we’ve weaved.
For one more breathe, in the face of death
A voice inside you screams –
This thing that burns, can never learn,
From what your torture means,
Sickness, climbing down that web you’ve weaved,
Sickness
Scurrying down to suck the life, of everything.
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10. |
A.J. - Nostalgia
02:57
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Life is but a dream.
It's what you make of it.
You know you love it so,
With all its charms and schemes,
Life is but a dream, sweetheart.
Life is but a dream,
and I dream of you.
Strange as it seems,
all night I see you.
I'm trying to tell you,
Just what you mean to me.
I love you with all of my heart,
adore you and all your charm.
I want you to do your part,
won't you come here to my loving arms.
Life is but a dream,
It''s what you make it.
Always try to give,
Don't ever take it.
Won't you take part in,
My life, my dream, sweetheart.
Life can be a dream,
If I could take you up in paradise above,
If you would tell me I'm the only one you love,
Life could be a dream sweetheart.
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MY
NAME
IS
JOHN.
I
TELL
YOU
WHAT
TO
DO.
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Incidental Press Vancouver, British Columbia
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