"Annie" music video made entirely of slides from Google Street View and Photo Sphere
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I feel like a landscape painting
Exposed and revealing
I feel like the sea redeemed
To be seen and not seen
I feel like an unnamed mountain
Unclimbed and forgotten
When I was very young and new
The sea unsung in all it's blue
Now I have left it all behind
The shores of which no longer mine
I feel like an untouched canvas
Unused by the masses
But I want to be clean
A means to ends with no means
The rope has frayed apart like stitches ripped across the scar
But this life is a charm
And painted bright so I am waiting
Confused and parading
But I am pulling through
In uncertainty by Pink and Blue
I know that I am learning
The wheels are slowly turning
When I was an ocean did I sing blue?
And when I was a river, what bodies did I pass through?
Or was there something in the waves
That set me in direction?;
I sang
I feel like a big fish in a bigger ocean
I feel like the sea cracked open
I seem like a nice place to stop to picnic on your summer road trip
I sit as the untouched landscape
Ignited minds will not be burned alive
River winds, saying Winter Has Arrived
When I was an ocean did I sing blue?
And when I was a river, what mountains carved a path into the ground where other rivers ran though?
Or was there something in the waves
That set me in direction?;
I Sang
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
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October
02:30
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Sing me a song with your head in the rain
Together alone filling buckets of grain
He was a circle and I knew it then
The most beautiful person enclosed in a ring
Picked up the pieces lying in the weeds
Walked back to my house
Promising that we
would start over in October
Why were we built this way?
What purpose did we serve?
Now the rope has come undone
This time I'm jumping off into your arms
This quick shot to the gut
is felt by no one
when people here are blind
The city shines our way
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She Rained Down
03:28
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No rain fell
No sound to break her down
She found wings
Surrounded by her favourite things
Then the next morning she rained down
Kaleidoscoping the ground
As if to say: "hello, I'm here"
If I leave
Will it be like forever sleeping?
What more did it take?
The will to give it all away?
Then the next morning she rained down
Kaleidoscoping the ground
As if to say: "hello, I'm here"
"Hello"
"I’m here"
Hello?
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Wolf and Shark
03:26
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In the grove
She tied you up with her vines and ropes
And told you to stay
"Like the good boys do"
Exposed and afraid, she touched your hair
When she said: "This can all be unmade"
"If you take me"
When she was done
She released you from her righteous hold
And told you to run
"Like the good boys do"
Ashamed of the way she touched your heart
Like the last little branches fell apart
When she took you
"You better run you better run away"
(Keep running, keep running away)
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Pink (Naked)
04:07
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These are the songs we used to sing when we were very young
Though some words have been replaced with new and better ones
And I am growing now, far past what I thought I knew
Though I am inexperienced, I am diversifying
But it's not going grey, like they say
Pink Naked
This is the game that all boys play, it too will come to pass
If I play with one arm loose and one tied behind my back
And I am moving slowly, and I'm not stopping now
But with few spare window curtains, I am left to turn over
I am a simple stone still encased in mother moss
With mouth and ears and tongue but without the words to get across
This Pink Naked
Although she was new to your fingers
They felt and remembered her figure
Like you were meant for this
Like you were born for this
Born again lover
So right and completing
To break out of the circle and straight in the arms of an angel
Who is she now?
And maybe in some way...
This is it: my note to self, this is my house of glass
This is the one you should have known, the one you should have asked
But I am learning faster than ever, the doors blown open wide
It's all a feeling I got one day now nothing standing in my way
From Pink Naked
It isn't hard to be the first to step on a spot of ground
You just have to go into the forest and walk aimlessly around
Off of the trail, it may take time but you can find it
By your will, under your feet, this land is now conquered
And despite the things I show its embarrassing how little I know about painting light of any hue by either purple pink or blue
Can you see it in my eyes?
Can you see in my eyes?
Is- is- is this a life?
Born in the springtime?
Can you see it in my eyes?
Can you- can you see in my eyes?
Could you leave it behind?
And- and- and say goodbye?
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Throw Me In The River
02:45
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Simple stone I placed in your hand
Dry and sitting in your pocket, waiting till the end
And if you don't like that
Pick me up and throw me in the river
Simple stone I'm hard as copper
But chip away the years and see the glow beneath the edge
But if you don't want that
Pick me up and throw me in the river
Simple flesh I'm wrapped in newspaper
Already in the distant future, falling off the frame
It wasn't built like that
So pick me up, and throw me in the river
Never never never, never never never
Never gonna let you go
Hiding in the basement, hiding in the cupboards
Never gonna leave this home
And just you try and run away
And throw me in the river
I'll come back into your home until we are old
Just throw me in the river
Just throw me in the river
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The Lake
01:58
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Life Floats Away
01:43
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As selfish as it sounds I need you to know
I dream about the time I dream of letting you go
When I sleep a shape in my reticent dreams
(Broken little life)
When I showed you my home
You sat on my bed
You told me that Life floats away
(Away from my hands)
Slept on the floor
Couldn't take any more cus'
None were as sweet as your core
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Purple (Half of Myself)
02:55
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It's you who I know
It's you who I know will stand
In the front row
Waving a still creased flag
You're nicer than half of myself
I just thought you should know
Don't make a note about it
I don't want you to know
I don't want you to know what I do
When I'm alone
And the body is ringing
Purple alone
It's you who I'm worried about
And I don't like to say it but you say so much
Pretend not to care
But you can't help feeling guilty
You're smarter than half of myself
I just need you to know
Don't make a note about it
I don't want you to know
I don't want you to know what I do
When I'm alone
And the body is ringing
Purple alone
Purple alone
Sink like a simple stone
I can do it all on my own
All on my own
My own
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Winter Has Arrived
03:26
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I was born in January
Within my time
I was born into the last old snowstorm
When winter had arrived
The whispers of longing within a painted life are known for certain
The new cells replacing the ones deciding which of me would stay
I was born in January
Within my time
I was born on a front page car crash
Saying winter has arrived
I don't run, I don't cry
I lead a simple life, no nothing special
To be here for this long
The bass line of this song is sentimental
Detached and buried into the ground
A sweeping silence followed by the loudest sound
Since the start of June
I've missed you
And for the first time
Winter has arrived
Since the end of school
I used to be that kind of guy
Now winter has arrived
No new wind will blow
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As Small As Ants
01:43
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To share a bed with someone new
It might as well be you
I spin away without a clue
Of when to tell the truth
To share a life with someone new
It might as well be you
I’ll never know the path I took
They left without review
When a life will flash before your eyes
I just wanna live to see you smiling…
...On the shore as part of two
It might as well be you there
Wishing I was something else
But you know that’s nothing new
Come sit at the table
I needed all that I've got to lose
My fingers all but turning blue
Is this my chance?
One in a million?
As small as ants
Never to know
Is this a life?
Born in the springtime?
Where we are all
Saying goodbye
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Can't stand up so she sits down left barely awake
Red in the face and hair still wet from the lake
Eyes scan weakly across her friends
of middle class B+ college freshmen
Gone and moved away, why else would they stay?
They'll all be gone too one day.
But the gang was all together again
and to us, it all seemed alright then
How dizzy you must have been
Rests head down, silent in her inhibitions
Low in these thoughts leaves this high indecision
What will you say next?
I don't think even you could guess.
And alike; my childhood friend, no words are spoken
But not lost in his inhibitions- lost in deep thought
Reading symbols in the bright red orange flickering mass
Waiting too for this moment's pass
Some people are complex in a way you can't experience
Their otherness sees me not as I see them
Reality fostered for each facet of self
Who's life am I connecting?
Who else?
As she reaches into the flame and pulls out her image
of VSCO posts and road trips to her family's 2nd backwoods cabin
and fake Polaroids tucked neat into the back of her phone
How oddly gracefully she moves
Like a deer, but unable to run away from all this company
and all unseeing of her own blind feral beauty
Semi-boldly still, onward she is feeling
No sense of fear in this action, this moment
Unprepared and unremembering but present still, no less than us
Back quickly from the flame and pass it off
And I wonder what sleeps in the empty wooden cabin across the lake
and I think about who lived there and what they did and why
What was lost to leave paradise?
He is still the young boy, now with half a college education
Has a car, lots of friends, and a mild disposition
He is looking up at the semi-clear nightly sky where they light has found its next reflector.
The light that has found him that came from a star that has long since died before our parents, our country and earth, before he or I
The star that in a way is still pulsing its creation
Despite unrememberance in its faded constellation
How humbling this astral chart can be
How perfect in its unchanging pattern
When they looked up long ago; the same
Making stories of the glow
Not shining for us, not anyone, but just so.
It's the apathy I find to comfort in a place of so much consequence
Stargazing with its great desolipsition
I came from nothing but I have grown since now
I came from nothing but one day I'm passed around
Like a bottle of cinnamon whisky going from mouth to mouth
Causes fist fights and words spoken loud
And to nothing I may return as he gets up and into the air
and spills the red vodka bottle everywhere
It runs over stones and sinks into this tired ground before a new one is passed around
Fire turns from novel to the centre of the night where it illuminates these faces, sunken eyes, a new girl where she is singing all the words to the only real country song she likes
It all comes again to this
Fire on the dark and starry canvas, the glow into abyss
They start the worst played crib game this place will ever see
Open eyes slow now count to 15
It all moves slow beneath the screen, as gentle as it could have been
And slowly now, they retreat
To their houses of rubber and plastic and steel
Cusping on another day, a morning vacant of this consequence
And at this end we were somewhere in between of a long-tired joke and those tourist magazines
2 stories collided, one infesting the other with its Honda Fits and birthday parties and instant vegan TV suppers
And I was there too, just unpresent in this action
I didn't have to choose not to belong
And I wonder what looms on the grey and green mountain across the lake
and i think about who lived there and what they did and why
What was lost to leave paradise?
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Blue (Come Down)
06:11
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Come down he said peeling oranges in the dining room
Come down like ashes to flowers open up cus they all knew
In my childhood home alone
And free to be real
And free to speak plainly
Telling stories of the trees and me and the rivers and the streams
And the mountains
And the mountains
But this too was all in a dream, a distorted picture projected from my psyche
Where his face is many
And his voice remains the same
So leave the tree with feet untouching the ground
A body passed around
For those who ought to know:
I have a tendency to look like a deer in the headlights!
Despite these words I think this newest shade is coming true
I think of younger times when purple light was bending blue
And when it all comes around
And when the valley is cleared
Should I remain painted by all the years?
I am a simple stone still encased in mother moss
A symbol still despite the things that I have never lost
And in these moments
I am turned over
And I admit
There is no pride
Come down he said painting fruit under the falling tree
Still life, created the person that was made to touch but not to see
Moving his hands in sync to the chorus of his new favourite song as it plays from my bluetooth speaker in the left side pocket of his jacket
Biking down the gravel goad
Into the boreal
Passing through each other like ghosts through walls
And the world kept spinning alone
But this too was all in a dream
A familiar picture projected from my psyche
Where his face is many
And his voice remains the same
Reluctance the word of the day
The year of quiet battles
Underneath the sands of Lewis Beach where terror meets the mirror water
Living in the little house where so many are split for just a little bit of warmth to heat this home, this pale deliverance
I am a summer day doomed to be vanquished above beach days and field trips and yearly family gatherings
But until my turn to circle the planet
I am turned over
And I admit
There is no pride
There is no pride, pride
Away the latex grey is washed as it begins to fade were it reveals Pink Naked into view like all my friends who share the shade
In ignorance I learn about myself, my own indignity
And it all now breathing down my neck
It's never felt this close to me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
This was the last summer of me myself: the mild amateur
This is the year where he will finally fade lavender
I leave the tree but forward motion being slowed uneasily
So better bending into blue
It's light a higher frequency.
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