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Lawn Chairs
04:44
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I’ll save you from the heat-seeking missiles
We can hide under my bed
They’re waiting just outside the window
As planes crash down above our heads
We imbibe tonight and watch the sun rise
Am I paralyzed, or am I not surprised?
I’d like to forget, as we watch the moon set
That I’ll have to move soon, but we haven’t got there yet
What do I, what do I leave behind?
We woke up and you said you remembered
But that was just the dream in the dream
I played you the song that I wrote within it
And I taped it for posterity
Chorus
We can all drink under the table
You always look like you’re having fun
But your exaggerated postures of sobriety
Are not fooling anyone
What do I, leave behind?
What do I, stuff in the car today?
What do I, give to you?
What do I, just throw away?
Chorus
What do I leave behind?
What do I leave behind?
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Burn It Down
03:20
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I’m surrounded by, surrounded by youth as I walk the hall
I’m out of place, out of space, now, I’m a fish on the wall
Everybody’s dancing and painting their skin
Tiny laser lights are scattered and thin
I should go home, but I’m pulled into the sound
I’m waking down tonight, everything’s gonna be okay
It’s a tall lie that is wasted on today
Louder than the time I find in this academic costume
The feedback’s washing over me, pushing me out of the room
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Somersaults
05:02
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I watch you hanging upside down, clipping the high branches
So far above the ground, framed in the bay window
I just stay, inside and play, with my acrophobia
The sun light is so full and bright; it’s everything I want to be
I notice your safety harness, keeping you from falling
I love when you do somersaults, and all the world is calling
I just work, sitting on the floor, with my agoraphobia
I want to step outside, into the light, if I could just open the door.
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4. |
The Fabric of the Cosmos
04:23
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The more I know where, the less I know the speed
Everything moves in its own time
I was both here and somewhere else
I can begin again
I can investigate, but things will change when I measure them
I try to calculate, but infinity stays ahead of me
It’s not definite; it’s probability
It’s relative, but also/all so jittery
We are light years apart, but we’re still entangled
Our histories are entwined
And I cannot leave this world alone
I cannot leave this world alone
My conceptual apparatus, cannot account for these anomalies
Even if the paradigm changes, there remains an uncertainty
But I cannot leave this world alone
I cannot leave this world alone
And from consuming gravity, everything, everything’s expanding
From every moment, it rushes away
Even though, we remain adjacent
Everything goes away; everything goes away
Moments never change, but everything goes away
Everything goes away
Moments never change
And adjacent we remain
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5. |
It All Ends the Same
03:06
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“I think it’s better,” I heard myself say
I think it’s better, it’s better off this way
All the things that I’ve lost, accidentally
I will not mourn the cost, of gaining objectivity
There’s not a thing that you can do about it
Even with a way out or place for blame
You claim that you can prove without a doubt
But it’s a Pyrrhic Victory: it all ends the same.
There’s not a thing that you can do about it
Even with a way out or place for blame
You claim that you can prove without a doubt
But it’s a Pyrrhic Victory: it all ends the same.
It all ends the same
It all ends the same
It all ends the same…
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6. |
Letters from India
04:25
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Letters from India, letters from India
Everything that you’ve been waiting for,
Is suddenly happening fast
It’s an alternate universe
How long will this feeling last?
How long will this newness last?
You take, all that you can fit
And what you’re missing, I will find and send to you
And I, I will be alone tonight
But I’ll reply every week and your journals speak to me
Everything, that you’re thinking
And all, that you’re drinking in
And dancing on bar tops
The monsoons have suddenly stopped
It’s great but not quite the same this year
Some people are complaining here
There is no big cultural show
But I’m at the point I can let it go
Everything that you’ve been waiting for,
Is suddenly happening fast
It’s an alternate universe
How long will this feeling last?
How long will this newness last?
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Hippie Hangover
03:09
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I traveled to Haight and Ashbury
I was looking for peace, love and harmony
But all that I found was some drugged-out freaks
Dancing around in regressive mystiques
Is the summer of love just media hype
Is the summery of love just a stereotype?
I don’t want transcendence, just pass my pipe
Let’s make love: you seem like my type
I think I’ve been to this rally before
I just want to protest, I don’t care what it’s for
It’s all the fault of the corporate elite
That I don’t have shoes on my dirty feet
Is the summer of love just media hype
Is the summery of love just a stereotype?
I don’t want transcendence, just pass my wife
Let’s make love: you seem like very nice
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Teflon Girl
04:10
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Do you not notice? I’m hitting on you can’t you see?
You make a better door than a window of opportunity.
Teflon girl, my flirtations never stick.
It’s like you’ve got an Iron Man suit,
All of my bullets just bounce off you
Are you really this impervious, or are you just oblivious?
I’d prefer it if you were more pervious, and I don’t know what to do
Am I wasting my time, can I buy you a glass of wine, Teflon Girl?
Do you not notice, when I try to get closer now
I find I can’t afford you, when I try to check you out
Teflon girl, why is it always ‘return to sender’?
You’re like the guy from Memento, 15 minutes later you can’t remember
Are you really this impervious, or are you just oblivious?
I’d prefer it if you were more pervious, will you show me a sign?
You’re stand-offish that is fine, would you like to make stir fry, Teflon girl?
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9. |
Sometimes
02:03
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You have gone, but you’ll be back again
I suppress you, cuz you’re not my friend
You’re here for life, on a shelf
You’re a knife, and I gave it to myself
Sometimes, the stigma is worse than the problem
The fear is worse than the pain
I wanted more to say, today
You have gone, but you’ll be back again
I suppress you, cuz you’re not my friend
I tried to fix it, but made it worse
As expected, I do it to myself
Sometimes, the cure is worse than the dis-ease
The side effects don’t subside
While looking for pieces of mind
Sometimes, God isn’t in the details
The truth isn’t in the sky
It’s not something you find…
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I’ve seen your face, a thousand times, waiting for you to see mine.
I will always try…
I’ve traveled far, across the sea, through waves of time and misery,
(be)cause I know you well.
By the red earth and ancient trees, our immortal river bleeds,
and it fills the sky.
The voice of slaves beneath the sun, children bought with money run.
Are they just a shell?
It’s been 20 years, since they sentenced me, to walk the hours, in this anomie,
To live, to learn to be free,
(Be)cause I give, I never knew how to be.
From all of my misdeeds, from all the books I read, and all the words I write, from all the poems I recite:
I grow. I learn to be free.
You know, I always wanted to be.
To the East, to a fallen land, I walked across the desert sands.
My hands bound and shackled feet, through the wind I could not see.
If you feel I’m hiding, it’s when I always wanted to be.
When you see me shining, you’ll know I’ve learned to be free.
They left me in the ancient ruins; I woke up in the temple of the moon.
I looked down to the underworld; Osiris took my soul unfurled.
If you feel I’m hiding, it’s when I always wanted to be.
When you see me shining, you’ll know I’ve learned to be free.
Is all alone, how we’ll always be? Is all One, how we are free?
The daughters of Albion hear her woes, and echo back her sighs.
Can they just see the world with, and not through their eyes?
There’s a stream of consciousness, running thorough humankind.
There’s a stream of consciousness, moving from mind to mind.
The daughters of Albion hear her woes, and echo back her sighs.
Can they just see the world with, and not through their eyes?
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Kevin Cryderman Victoria, British Columbia
Kevin Cryderman is an eclectic singer-songwriter whose styles include folk, pop, rock, blues, instrumental, electronica, heavy metal, world, and comedy.
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