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Rebirth
02:58
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Sometimes my mind it stumbles
I feel it more and more as I grow
Mine to hold
I see it too as it appears in the theatre of the streets and their fears that show
Theirs to own
And when the fever spreads to their heads
They plead like children for their sweet revenge
And like a dream they let is pass instead
And I smile, trying to fake a feeling
To you I am a moving piece
And though you sense a soul inside of me it don’t flow
The shadows just for show
With all the time that we spent getting to know what was then changing
Like a fish, or a day, or a silence
Or the words that are departing
Though they may fall into circulation
They’ll someday whither and disperse
A brand new universe
Rebirth
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2. |
The Buzz
04:13
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I’m half myself this morning
Make a coffee and stare outside
Fasten up my boots and ride into town
Little compromises make the day
Buses sweat the winter snow away
I won’t be looking up this morning
Cold sun pierces through the clouds
Sets a path of hurried crowds into play
Little compromises make the day
Stacked up in a sacrificial way
They’re noones streets this morning
Music steals the buzz
The quiet, peaceless morning
Through the window loose souls slip by
Trudging slowly to their hives
Little compromises make the day
Imminence moulds intention like a clay
It’s got me waking up in a daydream
Moving through the lists I’ve made could occupy a life mundane
Little compromises make the day
Buses move like space; rippling away
They’re noones streets this morning
We’re nobody’s children this morning
Music steals the buzz
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3. |
The Sudden Downpour
04:07
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The sudden downpour drove the streets into panic
A layer of fabric from the ones who can't stand it
But I think I can stand it and I've got a change of clothes
So me and the sky will share a secret the cautious will never know
Out in the mountainside we reach for the clouds
And the ghosts from the ancient times all hang around
They try to bum cigarettes from the tourists
But it seems like everyones sorry, and they only have a few more left
I want to be liked, but that doesn't outweigh how I want to be right
And I guess it's a shame
Wanting to be right always feels like the wrong way to live
When the evidence points to a truth that has got some give
You're far from the city now
Drinking and driving with two kids in the backseat
Living your lie too
Well, I hope that it's airtight, I hope that it fills your lungs
And I hope that it carries you on when the water comes...
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4. |
Reputation
04:50
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Your eyes when you go outside
Do they see beyond your mind?
The hidden kiss in every street
The gleam of light that paints the dream
When you find yourself completely surrounded
Like a camera rolls towards white tape
Do you struggle to find your cues?
Or do you pull it off as true?
And when the liquor pours down your throat
Does it lift up words you claim as your own?
Or do you see a difference?
Some people they can’t see a difference…
I want to give myself up to you
Because I’m told that’s the noble thing to do
But you take and you take and you take
And you break and you break me up
You know you’re getting a reputation
And you know that can’t be good
When people talk about you it’s never how you wished they would
And when the soapbox comes into sight
How can you be certain what you’re selling is right
And can you ever truly know yourself until you’ve walked a mile in your own hell
That’s the noble thing to do… or we’ll pass it off as an excuse...
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5. |
Yourself
03:37
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Let yourself blink
Another rite of passage
Alone at your place
Roll a joint, take a walk through shuffling cars
On a dried up holiday
Families holding wrapped up ravages
To bore them through the week
Cling to a love that knows that love is stronger than most people think
You didn’t think about how the decisions that you make
Make up the mundane; the slow march of the every day
Feed the public delusion or give yourself up; face the rays
You’ll die a fountain of dissension
Etched into the burned books time erased
Came up in a haze
Ignored with compliments and orders
The world watched how you moved
Showered with descriptions
Eyes of strangers from the ditches
Words become more of you than any of you
Trace each thought, each well meaning sage of desperate
Lost in tone and scene
Give yourself just a little fucking credit
Most people will miss, most people they just say shit
The biggest part of everything is in the smallest parts combined
You’ll be a fountain of jumbled nonsense, drawn up like a god in the public eye
Puffed up with last years predictions
So on the mark, chilling, strange!
Specters of the now surround your throne and you choke on your own grace…
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6. |
Into the day
04:00
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Into the day
Unrelenting
Struggling to define a purpose
Cosmic symphonies sing storms with unseen strings that derail old illusions
Just a piece has floated within my reach
It feels like home, it comes in fragments of belief
Try to speak but the words feel brittle
Every step too predetermined
I saw hope at every depth
Just tunneling to a new abstraction
Through the throats of shaky visions
Buried all but resolution
Powerlines reach up above us
A banner for our botched rebelion
I saw you there when the fire started
With a look that gave me no illusions
I can’t see beyond this defeat
To a world that gladly reaches its hands right through me
Try to speak but the words feel weighted
Every step too predetermined
I saw you there when the fire started with a look that gave me resolution
I can’t dream beyond this defeat
To a world that reaches straight for the teeth
To a town I trust to ignore me when times are sweet
I can’t speak, I can’t breathe with your feet shoved through my teeth
Into the day
Unrelenting
Trying to find your creation
The weight of the world underneath your feet has a love that grants you no abstractions
You flutter between the ribs of the streets
With a sight
Don’t you know; it’s going to give you away
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7. |
Terrible Night
03:40
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When our path was one we dared to dream
Of a love beyond luck and the truces we demean
And we lived those days in the fullest way
Walking without the weight of the world we’d have to face
But I find myself writing songs lementing wars that haven’t come
Feel like something went terribly wrong but I can’t point to what it was
We were so beautiful then, so tell me truly did it ever end?
I was told how to know if it’s then, but it’s so much less clear than how they pretend
In the thrill of it all I don’t know myself
And I can’t account for the hell that I am bound
In the fragile snow of the exiled soul
The beauty always knows to say the things people don’t
Like it’s not a terrible night
It comes on quick, it’s easy to find
Sometimes darkness makes everything light
You find what you missed, corrupted by right
I am the first to admit I didn’t know you like I thought I did
We fill in gaps when we’re kids to secure the home in which we’ve been hid
We do it all for the love we must abandon so we can look up
But know it’s a poisonous love
It starts with a drop, and that’s never enough
To say either way if we made it all up, it’s not worth saying, we’d have done it either way
To say either way if we drank it all up
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Out of love and spiraling to a crash
Wonders tangled around my legs and neck
Did you care that I... ? Did you notice that I…? I was too afraid to ask.
Show me all the colours in the sky
Across every possible moment of your life
Smeared and blurred into clumsy shapes that you draw a line around
And we clap
It’s hard to know the perfect time to laugh
Buried under the tension of the forth act
Did I fit what you said you wanted me to?
Did I change it for the better, like I hoped I was born to do?
I think I’m ready for the curtain
I think I’m done watching you sit
Pay my tab and walk and block out all of the sounds of the traffic
Cars parading each royal runway
Stretched and splitting up the land
Each played lunging forward towards a bow
If they can only stick the landing
And when I head to my apartment will their heads remain in place
For the next traveling salesman who is hungry enough to face them
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Mike Legere Toronto, Ontario
Mike Legere is a songwriter/producer from Nova Scotia, based out of Toronto Ontario.
Photo by Stephen Kearns
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