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Madam Seawright
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I found an anchor in the arms of an ox.
An owl alighted gently onto me.
He gave me a compass, a giraffe was driving
with a horse who fought for the right to be free.
So when I tell you I've chosen my path I mean
My path is chosen my bags don't have room
for your lack of acceptance or self-inflicted pain
But oh how I love you. This monkey is dancing
with a crow and red herring to a new wavelength
So when I tell you forgiveness heals us inside.
Well Madam Seawright taught me a lesson,
true friends hail all over. We're on the same team.
So when I tell you forgiveness heals us inside.
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Jan Sessions
03:39
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Jan Sessions wrote me a song with all the right words.
Reminding why I breathe, share and sing.
Abandoning rust and decay the wasps became bees.
The morning cascaded into empathy.
I took all the value systems and made them the same.
The opposite of Joshua whipping a braid.
So many moments of joy paired with such neglect.
But when things were good you were better than the rest.
Still failures had its teeth inside me
When the details become my very best friend and gratitude for my family as
Means to end everything I mean
When the pressure is unsustainable and survival feeds into complacency
Jan started later in life, painting brought her joy
Her art's on display next to a truck stop and wafflehouse
Her art is better than mine, I feel like she cares
Creating for joy, for the moment, fully there
Thinking for ourselves running with
Foxes, I just wanted to write a good song, I never wanted to be on a
Stage of life, fulminating drift.
But the forest wounded by the wind, weeps dead leaves as we hurl wild horses over cliffs.
Jan Sessions wrote me a song with all the right words.
Reminding why I breathe, share and sing.
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Rivers
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So you want to write songs in a world full of sound
And you want to make art when entertainment abounds
And you think they won't care. Well, you know that they won't
Did you set up to fail? Are there reasons you don't....stop.
With expectations so high, the pressure to entertain
Filling pages with words and making mountains from page
Till you land on a truth that's somehow never been said
And change the world with a song, shift the whole perspective
Who we are and what we have is enough
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Anthem
02:11
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Forgetting rent, money all spent, scavenging change so I'm eating
Money for beer, priority here, sleeping around is me dating
Waking in my clothes, self care so unknown
Dumpster dive, just to survive, got to keep my lovely figure
Shallow and vain, an insecure train, better make way cause I'm wounded
Self involved black hole, can you fix me? No.
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Sleep, for Ian Aiello
02:25
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Everybody's hungry but I ain't got no food. Everybody's thirsty but I got no alcohol to alleviate
their pain, their need, cause I won't waste my time with that greed
And I used to be sad I wasn't making ends meet.
But to sing songs that I make up when I am asleep
Is a dream, and that I get to even sing, well what a strange life we live
Every time I write a song where I intentionally do not rhyme I get scared
That people will not see the purpose placed alliteratively and set with such care
Our worldview, catered to, one click and we're satisfied. The result, we're selfish and insecure.
So soak up how everyone else is getting everything you ever wanted
Exacerbate the problem by pretending you're someone that you are not your own brand
Our worldview, catered to, one click and we're satisfied. The result, we're selfish pieces of shit.
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Well it may be small but what you do at least for you makes a difference
And floodwaters rise, the uncontrolled tide is great for swimming or maybe just floating
I remember vividly a message that you sent like a mantle settling you wrote we are intrepid
And languishing now but breaking rank between the bluster and the bellows
Those lottery friends seeing you glow and wanting only to be golden. Feeling the world squeeze in.
But these poison silhouettes press thorns is so gently. Compliments or criticism still we're lost at sea.
So we gather up sand, comparing castles or foundations meant for breaking
But as soon as your hand let go of mine I knew my soul was for taking. So this is how it feels then.
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Eddie King
01:51
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When Eddie King broke his skateboard in a mining town,
he didn't think that anybody'd be around
So he ran, what felt like forever and he arrived at my door.
He played rock and roll and kicked the shit out of everyone.
He never seemed to stop when he was having fun
So he had fun without ever stopping. A crashing car couldn't slow him down
So he smiled and lived wild. Cause he knew we're all on our way.
When Eddie King felt like crying in this whitebread world
He built up armor and a banner he'd unfurl
And he'd smile forever and ever. Cause he knew we've only got now.
So he smiled and lived wild. Cause he knew we're all on our way to decay.
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I didn't see you when you said goodbye and I didn't hear you when you asked me why
This juxtaposition forever imposed, unable to value the human unknown
I guess it's the way that things always go. We thought what we knew we just didn't know
You may not have noticed but I'm standing right here
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St. Regis pt. 2
02:05
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A name in lights, tucked away so safe from the crowded blight
An ursine bore, placed in circuits to stay forever more. Substituting body in place of speech
Waiting for scales, scales to fall. Waiting for a, a bird to call.
This hungry town, so impatient when there's substance around
And words of sense, so befuddled by their lack of placement.
Lost in throes of pressing hands and their croon
All spirit and fire, fire and dew. And I won't be found, won't be found with you.
When things begin to happen they tend to keep on so keep on please keep on harrowing up my soul harrowing up my soul harrowing up my soul harrow up
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You can't go back to a few years ago so keep on running or find ways of coping
Don't open your mouth cause everyone will know you got nothing unless you're at home
It's easier now, your partner by your side. Drawing together and freedom to be
Whatever you are, you've made a lovely home. A shelter from outside, no desire to leave
Why's it gotta be you feel alive with no one round?
Just the moon peeking at me behind the clouds just shining down
Writing stupid songs to help recover from the pain or being alive or trying to rewind
Adjusting to now wouldn't be painful if accepting yourself was an easier task
I hope you have found we're all in the same boat and though it is sinking you once thought to drown
Why's it gotta be you feel alive with no one round?
Just the moon peeking at me behind the clouds just shining down
Riding on my bike abandoning social events every time. Don't know why I try.
Why's it gotta be...
Just the moon peeking at me...
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All the Same
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When I find myself in suffering, when I find myself in pain
Am I guilty of dishonor? Can I find another way?
I can see the writing on walls, I can see through crystal glass
I can see the shrouded future, I can see it through the past
But when I turn all the facts just run away. What is wisdom? Is it similar to faith?
Am I blinded by emotion? Am I trapped in logic's grip?
Is there balance between worlds? Is it all solipsis?
Why ask questions, all I have is here right now. These sweet details I can hold onto throughout
When I find myself in suffering, when I find myself in pain
When I'm guilty of dishonor, I can find another way
I can stay right here beside you, we can laugh and find our joy
We can draw and be creative, we won't always be this young.
There aren't answers better than what's here right now. These sweet details I can hold onto forever
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Too Many Hands
01:40
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I love the way your collar falls and what's that smell?
What kind of cologne do you use when you work out?
So big and strong, I bet you're really big and long
I can't wait to drown in your unborn children
I love the way you let me grab your ass in public.
And when you tell me I should stop I know you're kidding.
You want more and you'll never get enough.
You take care of me best when you're on your knees
Too many verses in this song, its repetitious.
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Empathy starts from the center moving slowly to the outside
Empathy starts as a challenge to myself and my foolish pride
I understand how things aren't changing
and you're (so) frustrated, you just burn it all down
But what if we all cleaned up our own houses
and rather than pointing we turned our fingers around?
And what if we listened? Rather than shout?
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Drew Danburry Baltimore, Maryland
Drew Danburry has independently toured and released records since 2002.
He's released
over 400 songs on over 20 albums/13 EPs and played 800 + shows worldwide. Including 2 Daytrotter sessions, 3 invitations to Pop Montreal, 1 to Pygmalion Music Festival and 1 to Treefort Music Festival.
He's accomplished this long list of acheivements almost entirely DIY.
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