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ALMOST THERE
02:21
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They’re gone they’re gone
It’s time to clean out
All the shit that’s been haunting
The corners of my house
Whoa
I just need a few more days
I just need a few more weeks
I’m gonna get on it I swear
Say, “I’m gonna be
More intentional
About what I cook and eat! I’m
Gonna go for daily walks!”
I just need a few more days
I just need a few more weeks
I’m gonna get on it I swear
I’m not leaving the walls bare anymore
I’m hanging all my shit
I don’t care if that pictures don’t match
I don’t care if they’re not framed
I don’t need a few more days
I don’t need a few more weeks
I’m really on it I swear
I’m almost there
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2. |
LAST CHRISTMAS
03:16
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Scraped ceiling where the Christmas tree carved a line
Stopped after mass to grab one more bottle of wine
One knock, then another, then two, then just one
A little way for an old man to have some fun
You’d walk in, snow in hair, shake off your dress coat
Always smelled like Icy Hot when you got up close
Sat at the head of table opposite your son
Laughed loud at all our jokes and gave us great big hugs
That was last Christmas
You were here with us
Late summer gave you one last famous ride through town
The red lights blushed green, the stop signs knelt down
The cars waved purple flags and we put you to rest
In a big stone column broad as your chest
Now it’s December 24th again but there’s an empty chair
At the head of table, there’s one less name
On the twinkling little gift tags, all the lights are casting shadows
Your wife’s in the kitchen trying not to cry thinking about
Last Christmas
You were here with us
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3. |
BASIC MATHEMATICS
02:48
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I’ve been doing basic mathematics
I’ve been doing awful calculations
I learned that we’re almost at the age where
Our folks were when their folks passed away and
I’ve been doing the math and I
Can’t figure out how to live and let die
I want to feel alright about it
But I’m stuck at home doing mathematics
I’ve been doing math and finding out how
Old my dad was when he had my brother
Or what age my mom was when her mom died
And how close I am to halfwaythrough life
Add and subtract the years from the
Average of all the people that you
Reference for some kinda twisted metric
Holy fuck I really hate this shit
Four years older than my youngest uncle
When I was born, now he’s retired.
Four years younger than Bruce when he wrote
Nebraska, so I’ve got time to pull it together
Looking at my age relative to
What other people managed to do
By 29, god it’s so pathetic
But my brain’s just stuck on mathematics
I hate how my face feels when i get too much sun:
Tired and worn out not things a boy my age should
be feeling. Oh mercy, I’m fucked I’m spinning out now.
I’m trying to slow down, thing is I just don’t know how
Add and subtract the years from the
Average of all the people that you
Back your life up against like a
Grade school recess measuring contest
Looking at my age relative to
What other people managed to do
By 29, god it’s so pathetic
But my brain’s just stuck on mathematics
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4. |
HE WAS I AM
03:50
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And his brain started to crawl away
Through his eyes and his ears and the things he’d say
He was big and strong and cared for you
Til he couldn’t laugh or tie his shoes
You visited and held his hands
While the years performed their terrible dance
Then one day “Danny Boy” came on
And breathed his last did old Jim Gaughan
I never met him but I know that he was here
He was dear
And he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was, he was!
And I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am!
She was living in her house alone
When the sickness got into her bones
We wept with her then moved her bed
To the front room where the light gets in
The months flew by and the weeks just crawled
Some days she wouldn’t move at all
She watched for birds and watched for deer
Then one day she was gone from here
Found letters that she wrote to Santa when she was just a little kid
Yes I did
And she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was!
And I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am!
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BRICKIE Kingston, Ontario
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