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The Wasp
03:39
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Sing me to sleep, the crickets and their prey, morning smells like cigarettes and coffee, as you come into frame. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your towels on your line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy.
Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?
Everything seems so small, maybe I just fill more space, I wanna stay with you and watch the water, swallow up the rain. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your flowers in a line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy.
Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?
We watched them swim across the lake, it took them half the day, when they finally reached the land, we sat with them all afternoon in the sand. Clumsily the wind pulls at my chimes, stumbles by the fire and trailer lights, conversation picks up right inside, I mostly sit and listen cause I'm shy.
Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?
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Hours
04:03
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Pictures from when you were six, hand drawn birthday cards hung on the fridge, the look you had when you had when you asked me to explain, when you already knew, but you wanted me to tell you.
All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday.
You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I needed time to grow, settle into my own, so I could be a person you’d be proud to know.
A few home videos on DVD, a cardboard box of notes you wrote to me, all the ways that you and I were the same, and all the faults in me that you forgave.
All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday.
You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, and you’ve become a person that I’m proud to know.
You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the love my heart could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, I hope I’m still a person that you’re proud to know.
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Alright
04:18
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The last drink before the bar closes, the last song the band plays tonight, and I knew from the moment I met you that I’d probably be all right. We walked to my house under starlight, but I left my keys at the bar, so we climbed in through my kitchen window, and danced until dawn in the dark.
Well baby its two years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.
You’re the first thing I see every morning, you’re the last thing I see every night, I know every day won’t easy, but I know that we’ll be alright. We built a new house on the outskirts of town, with a little backyard and a tall apple tree, now every spring the tree flowers, and every autumn you harvest with me.
Well baby its ten years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.
The first new years eve with the house to ourselves, the last glass of wine after midnight, and with your hand in mine, I say with a smile, I told you that we’d be alright.
Well it’s sixty-five years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.
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Not Far Off
03:00
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You are dressed in only the crimson morning light, strawberry hair in last night’s curls falls to one side, I lose myself, but I am found within your eyes.
You are the reason I became the man that you knew you could love, I had to own all my mistakes so I could have your trust, as we chipped away the chaos, to a diamond in the rough.
I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.
You are the best thing I have known in all my life; I am a better man to have you by my side. You’ll be away a little while, but always on my mind.
You are the tamarack among the pine, the rapids of the stream. With orchids made into a crown, and eyes of emerald green. I can’t help but smile, when you smile at me.
I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.
You are dressed in only the crimson morning light, strawberry hair in last night’s curls falls to one side, I lose myself, but I am found within your eyes.
I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.
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Old Coat
03:28
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Does the river run, around your heart? Did you ask the father for a rolling start? He said, here's a little less of me to leave some room for you.
In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.
Does the summer wind still warm your lungs? Did you ask for breath to sing the songs worth being sung. He said, I'd like it if you held onto this for a while.
In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.
The coloured wild cherry wood. A rest will do you good. Stubborn as you are, you don't really care for fighting, do you? It's a sigh, but not goodbye, a fond-held memory of a happy life, a song worth singing, hallelujah.
In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.
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Dressed in all your finest clothes, wrapped in silk and draped with gold. The bark of trumpets, wash of strings, the dancers with their scarlet feathers part, the siren sings.
Irish whiskey, prairie rye, flatter me with charming lies. In the absence of the light, for a moment you were mine. Sparrow with his throat of white, woman beautiful and kind. It’s your absence that I find, in the presence of the light.
These hands have known a ghost, wrapped in lace and draped in petals of a rose. Apparition heaven sent, left a letter by my bed, love has met a tragic end, by the last stroke of her pen.
Irish whiskey, prairie rye, flatter me with charming lies. In the absence of the light, for a moment you were mine. Sparrow with his throat of white, woman beautiful and kind. It’s your absence that I find, in the presence of the light.
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David Stone Barrie, Ontario
Singer/songwriter and musician based in Ontario, Canada.
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