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Ottawa Nights
02:40
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Public Servants, let your hair down
In these Ottawa nights, I can see you
Your lunchtime yoga's over
Let your hair down
In these Ottawa nights, I can see you
Robert Borden
Why the big frown?
Climb down off of your bill
And join the party
Suffrage worked out awesome
Women got this
In these Ottawa nights
I can feel you
In these Ottawa nights
I can feel you
We don’t need the queen’s permission
We don’t need the queen’s permission
Go on, drop the writ
I don’t give a shit
Gonna cast my vote
For pizza and beer
My DM’s on the dance floor
She is stompin’ on it
For once instead of on me
I can see you
In these Ottawa nights
Anything can happen
In these Ottawa nights
I can see you
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Square Peg Round Hole
04:09
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Every annoyance is an affront
Every moment a cause for correction
Every single injustice
is worth your full attention
Arranging and rearranging
Doesn’t it get tiring?
Pound a square peg into a round hole
and be done with it.
Consider this a call for
some enforced introspection.
Is every slip a downfall?
Is every mistake monolithic?
Arranging and rearranging
Doesn’t it get tiring?
Pound a square peg into a round hole
and be done with it.
Just forget about decorum
and do something stupid
Is memory not just a collection
of tiny regrets?
Arranging and rearranging
Doesn’t it get tiring?
Pound a square peg into a round hole
and be done with it.
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Warm Winter
02:39
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For a minute I was stuck outside
they've been changing the locks
I saw my breath just hanging out
it's only thirty and the snow is gone
but still you're chasing the light
we go home sooner every night
Coming back to a warm winter
we weren't invited, but we can stay
coming back like a warm winter
Any citizen I used to know
either not to be found
or else a statue in the ground
there will always be a dozen things
you should have taken along
you'll always be a little wrong
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I Hate Men
02:43
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Vessels of rage and violence
I hate men and everything men do
Don’t shed a tear for our decline
It’s clear that we’re overdue
I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: I hate men.
I’m lucky to get to say it: I hate men.
If gender is a construct
I’m not sure that this one’s built to code
Call me your epithet of choice
Just please don’t call me a bro
I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: I hate men.
I’m lucky to get to say it: I hate men.
You don’t need a court of law
Don’t presume innocence
You don’t need a judge to know
That we are full of shit
Ychromosomes
are proving a nuisance
I know men
I am one
I know that we are full of shit
Save your hot take on manhood
I give zero fucks about “nice guys”
Way too much victim blaming
Dresses up as hearing both sides
I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: I hate men.
I’m lucky to get to say it: I hate men.
You don’t need a court of law
Don’t presume innocence
You don’t need a judge to know
That we are full of shit
Y chromosomes
are proving a nuisance
I know men
I am one
I know that we are full of shit
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Making Unmaking
03:31
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When light refracts off of your fractured surface,
I rearrange you in the shape I want to see.
Tesselations coalesce into some image,
a whole that was never there.
Reflections are nothing more than light.
Reflect back to me.
Projections are nothing more than light.
Project yourself back to me.
You have form and substance
and weight and meaning
in my dreams.
You're nothing more than a conspiracy theory,
a logical arrangement of chaotic things.
You're nothing more than a construct.
You were never there. You never will be.
And if you fracture
and if you break,
the pieces will never be whole again.
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Under the Light
03:33
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Under the light of the VLT I see you
Looking alive as you play
Coins fall away
You are so beautiful you know
In the VLT’s blue glow
Under the light
Only the stains in carpet lie between us
How could I break your gaze?
Who would look at me that way?
It’s clear enough to see
My heart is playing me
Under the light
I’ll be dreaming of
Your Zeppelin t-shirt
All night
I’ll be wondering
How you can be near
So far
The shadows are too deep – under the light
After three pints of four-dollar beer I’m swaying
That joke must have killed
And I’d dance if you will
But your partner is a screen
pecuniary dreams
Under the light
I’ll be dreaming of
Your Zeppelin t-shirt
All night
I’ll be wondering
How you can be near
So far
The shadows are too deep – under the light
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