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Boxes
01:22
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The boxes in a row, the wheels move side by side
Once more around the park, some day to abide
Never thought I would be here, facing backwards chair
All safely buckled up, receding from my hair
Can't find any time, to write these days it seems
Not with all the noise, and the routines
But wait, I am still, not getting it…
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Limbo
02:27
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How long do I stay here waiting for you,
How long in “I don’t know”
How long must I hold the candle burning,
How long do I go in Limbo?
You say, that I don’t understand it,
Words come out like spilled red wine,
Oh today, it’s all underhanded,
I complain you say I’m out of line, oh but
How long do I stay here waiting for you,
How long in “I don’t know”
How long must I walk in purgatory,
How long do I go in Limbo?
I know, it’s just a silly love song,
You may say, I border on cliché,
But then again, I’m really self-reflexive,
It’s metadramatic, a play within a play.
You say, that I don’t understand it,
Words come out like spilled red wine,
Oh today, it’s just all too candid,
I restrain you say I’m out of time.
How long do I stay here waiting for you,
How long in “I don’t know”
How long must I hold the candle, burning,
How long do I go in Limbo?
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3. |
Hold My Tongue
02:56
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I’ve got buckets but, I can’t carry all it
They’ve passed me over but, I’ve not said to shove it.
I try to reach but, I’m not sure if it’s worth it.
I teach and, I surely do love it.
So I don’t say what I want. I told my tongue.
Carefully I choose my words. I must not be the only one.
All I wanted was, some kind of little fairness
I’m still waiting, to be accepted
I sometimes wonder if, they couldn’t care less
I would quit, except I hold out hope
Chorus
Instrumental
I thought with the degrees, I would be all set
I’m sure that most people, would take that bet
Hanging on my walls, they are all up
Apparently, that is not enough
Chorus X2
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Rock stars die in a plane crash or overdose
Or suicide, yeah that’s the one they love the most
Choke on vomit or a bullet in the brain,
It happens to ordinary people every day.
He says “pure existence is painful”
I’m troubled by the contingency of the choices I make
All my thoughts just organize the chaos,
And Being is revealed to me in time and space.
I want the freedom of a madman, the license of a fool
Taking all my time to build the perfect tool
I want the freedom of a rich man, the license of a knave
Taking all my time to build the perfect grave
He says, “I want to keep all my hundred roadies
Even though, I don’t tour anymore
I may be the king of pop in title only
But I still want my crown as I’m lying on the bedroom floor
I want the freedom of a madman, the license of a fool
Taking all my time to build the perfect tool
I want the freedom of a poor, the license of a knave
Taking all my time to build the perfect grave
Rock stars die in a plane crash or overdose
Or suicide, yeah that’s the one they love the most
Choke on vomit or a bullet in the brain,
It happens to ordinary people every day.
It happens to ordinary people every day….
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5. |
In All Sincerity
05:14
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I am, I am in all sincerity
With every word I’m killing irony
I sense that in the future I’ll be nostalgic for this moment
I know that I can’t stretch time anymore
But I wanna stretch a canvas, and paint this feeling
Always time’s cut short with you
And it sends me reeling
To me you are some kind of magnetic field
As we talk theoretically about what is real
Is it a general lack given specificity?
I cannot vouch outright for my authenticity, but
I wanna take a picture, of this feeling
Always time’s cut short with you
And it sends me reeling, and it sends me reeling
Why do I find myself at 3 a.m., in your room?
Why is it that I don’t want to go home, home so soon?
Why does it take so long, for either of us to make a move?
I wonder if we’re shy because there’s so much to remove
I wanna make a movie, of this feeling
But the spool of time unwinds
And it sends me reeling, and it sends me reeling
We drove in the van and I just dropped you of at your place
I wish I could share a little longer your time and space
I go back to my apartment but I, park outside
I sing and play guitar in the van for a little while
I try to write a song, to try to catch this feeling
About how time’s cut short with you
And it sends me reeling, and its sends me reeling, and it sends me reeling.
Oh I am, in all sincerity, killing irony, but it is killing me,
But it is killing me, but it is killing me
And it sends me reeling, and its sends me reeling, and it sends me reeling.
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6. |
Nothing to You
04:02
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I like as we’re watching a movie, when you touch my knee.
Even though I know, it’s only accidentally.
Or when you come close to me in a bar, and talk into my ear,
Because the music’s too loud, and we’re drunk on beer.
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
I’m trying so hard not to like you. I feel so guilty.
I sat in a dark room all day, and listened to Morrissey.
Because every day is like Sunday, when we’re just friends,
It’s like going to confession, but it never ends.
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
I know it means nothing to you
And you, sit on my lap
And you, hug me goodbye
And you, wrestle me in bed,
And you, don’t even try…
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7. |
Paper Cup
04:22
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I pour my heart in a paper cup, you drink it down with honey, but it’s never enough. I try to explain you’re like water in the sea. I drink you endlessly but I’m still thirsty. I try to make you the Sun.
I stay away from you but what do I do when you come up to me after the show. I see you talking me talking to you in slow motion, what’s the emotion, I’d like to know. I start to think that you are the One.
I pour my heart in a glass, you don’t even have to ask, it’s apparent I’m so transparent, you see right through me but I want you, to just see me. I try too hard to be the One
I give you my heart on a silver platter, it doesn’t really matter at all, I start to fall. After I slip, you tell me you’re sorry cuz you tripped me and I bumped my romantic head, when I tried to make you the One.
You look at me behind glass, you didn’t even bother to ask, if I wanted to be, your quixotic trophy on a shelf. You only thought about yourself, when you tried to make me the One. When you tried to make me the One.
We pour our hearts into paper cups, we drink it up and crush it and throw it away.
“Hey could you please recycle that, as a matter of fact it still belongs to me.”
I’m sorry I tried to make you the One
But for me it is no longer fun.
Things between us are finally done,
I will no longer make you the One.
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8. |
Wishing Well
02:59
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Have you ever, stolen from a wishing well?
Don’t you know, their dreams won’t come true.
Tiny pennies, at the bottom of a pond (that tell)
The secret wishes, of ‘people like me and you.’
Overwhelming images on a video screen,
Everything’s been shown, everything’s been seen.
Snatched from the point of emptiness in day,
And then cast aside, when your faith has gone away.
Have you ever, stole from a wishing well?
Nightmares in the spotlight, always come true.
But surface tension, always seems to hide,
The secret fears, of ‘people like me and you.’
Can you justify destruction, can you walk a barefoot mile?
Can you make love to the Devil, and never crack a smile?
Deception is important, so we won’t know whom to blame,
After time passes, all the EVIL looks the same.
Have you ever, stolen from a wishing well?
Don’t you know, their dreams won’t come true.
Tiny pennies, at the bottom of a pond (that tell)
The secret wishes, of ‘people like me and you.’
No, don’t take my dreams away,
From the wishing well: I watch you every day. . .
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9. |
Sylvia
02:40
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Head in the oven, I’m going under
No more poetry for me
I’ve turned on the gas and boarded up the windows
There is no outside, I can see.
Even waking up, is unbearable
And I hate the words that I cannot say
The bell jar fills up.
I sip my tea. . .
I’m standing by the ocean, staring at the water
It fills up my field of view
I keep on walking becoming less of me.
There is nothing else I can do.
Even waking up, is unbearable
And I hate the words that I cannot say
As I dissipate, will I leave a trace
of residue?
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10. |
Without You
02:38
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I decided to break up. It’s the death of us,
But we are both fighting the same clichés,
As we are composing our final e-mails,
Trying to think of all the things we meant to say.
Living in the world without you
Is something I thought I could never do
I cannot tell you what to think and feel
But there is so much more of us to reveal
There is so much more to reveal
It’s time for say good-bye when we’re talking on the phone
A 1,000 miles apart but we’re all alone
You say, “No, I don’t wanna go,”
But we have to hang up anyway
Chorus
No more waking up, together
No more making love forever
No more holding hands
No more making plans
I remember all the times, when we were out walking
I was lagging behind; you said “that’s okay”
Because I have to go, at my own pace
You said that’s fine, and you kissed my face
Chorus
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Breathe
04:55
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The cold December air, washes over me
But it weighs upon my soul, so heavily.
I lay my body down, to make an angel in the snow.
And then the ghosts of heaven encircle me,
They say it’s time to go.
I wanna breathe, in eternity
I wanna breathe, from this agony
I wanna breathe, just let me be free, so I can breathe
I was trapped under the ice, and water filled my lungs
I looked towards the sky and the setting sun.
They laid my body down; it made an angel in the snow
Then the ghosts of heaven encircled me; they said it was time to go.
I wanna breathe, in immortality
I wanna breathe, to be in unity
I wanna breathe; just let me be free,
So can breathe
So I can breathe. . .
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12. |
Watching Anime
03:48
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Can I talk, with you for a little while, before our, class today
Can I sit, with you on Wednesday night, next to you, watching animé
Won’t you read, Nietzsche in CLC, on your bed with me; it’s getting late
Don’t you have, to be somewhere tonight, to play Ultimate, before eight
Won’t you breathe, in synchronicity, lying next to me; what shall we do?
I’ve made a place, in my closet now, to hang your clothes, just for you
As we walk, through the graveyard now; we waited until, it was very dark
So we could sit by the little pond, and the fireflies, give little sparks
Won’t you sing, just for a little while; don’t be embarrassed; it’s just for me
We can crash, in slow motion fast; you hit the brakes and you bump your knee
The snow falls down, , outside my office now, all around, my window frame
And we are, both professors now, it is almost but not the same
Can I talk, with you and your new smile, before the, conference today
Can I show, you around the campus now; I think there is, much to say.
Won’t you lie, down side by side, to remember us, just for today
Can I sit, with you for a little while, next to you, watching animé
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13. |
Leafprints on Concrete
03:56
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When I first walked into my new apartment
I knew in a moment that I had arrived
I've even started again drawing and painting
I'm ready now for this phase of my life
Not everything can be reconciled
But I walk out my door, and I smile
I'm happy where I am and ready for surprises
I've waited for this for a long time
Hanging out at night with my grown-up children
Playing board games and drinking wine
Spending afternoons down at art museums
Whatever's in my future, I know I'll be fine
Not everything can be reconciled
But I walk out my door, and I smile
I'm happy where I am and ready for surprises
I've waited for this for a long time
Leaf prints on sidewalks, artifacts of rain
Exotic bird cyclists emerge from the mist
Walking down the street in my transparent bubble
I bumped into a stranger that I almost missed
Not everything can be reconciled
But I walk out my door, and I smile
I'm happy where I am and ready for surprises
I've waited for this for a long time
Now it's my turn for the bed and breakfasts,
It's my turn for spectacular views
Now it's my turn for seven course dinners
It's my turn to wake up with you
Not everything can be reconciled
But I walk out my door, and I smile
I'm happy where I am and ready for surprises
I've waited for this for a long time
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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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