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Logic Vs.
03:18
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Wore my knees, beliefs
Deep enough to free
The bone and the fact I found there
Spun and spun the circles,
And stretched and stretched the cycles
Wide enough to pin them into squares
And the logic is steady
And the logic is heavy
And best of all the logic is fair--
But if I'm not a believer
Then what is pushing me forward door to door to door?
And if I'm not a believer
Then what am I holding out for?
Took a chance and bet it
Along with luck and fate
Guess they were not destined to be mine
Seek it out, relentless
No second guesses
My love is a straight line
And color never looked this bright
Never looked this alive
Never was as honest as this black and white--
But if I'm not a believer
Then what is pushing me forward door to door to door?
And if I'm not a believer
Then what am I holding out for?
Right to the edge I go
Right to the edge I hold
Right to the edge I go
Right to the edge I hold
So if I'm not a believer
Then what is pushing me forward door to door to door?
And if I'm not a believer
Then what am I holding out for?
Right to the edge I go
Right to the edge I hold
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2. |
The Alphabet
04:02
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I am a ruin of loose ends
Knots tied, abandoned in the dusk
26 letters in the alphabet
I write letters but all the lines are dead
Don't be less
We could be something bigger
I own a mountain of disappearances
Sentenced to a sentence that's senseless
How much attention does no attention warrant?
I write letters but no one writes back
Don't be less
We could be something bigger
Than anything I could spell
I always wanted the things you couldn't tell
I am a hard lover
Maybe I have never
Loved anyone but apparitions
Don't be less
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3. |
Heat
02:58
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There's a sunrise in my stomach
48 hours of night and day and mood
A solar system of good intentions
Can't help me to live within my limitations
What am I?
Every line around your eyes, I've memorized
Every line and every space in you I'll grow my seed
Every line on my palm is a promise
To hunt you and consume you with all my heat
And just you try
Just you try to fool yourself that the warmth you feel is not about me
Just you try
There's a sun setting in my stomach
48 hours of wet and sweat and mood
A solar system of good intentions
Can't help me to know what I am to you
What am I?
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4. |
Document pt. II
02:19
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I count the years ahead backwards
I discount the decade behind as borrowed
I figure, I'll figure the rest, as and when
But I document this day, just the same
I count our years ahead with vigilance
Will we be merry, will you be crying?
We figure we'll figure it out as and when
But I document our days, just the same
And we won't let the sun blind us
As the days get longer
So will these pages
And we won't read or reminisce
Long for or miss
When we are all the ages
I count the years ahead in my head
But I don't count them as numbers or fragments
It figures that it figures itself out in the end
But these documents, they keep us
These documents, they keep us
These documents, they keep us present
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5. |
War
04:30
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There was a war
Now there are bones
As they sit, do they reminisce of the flesh
That hid their form?
That held them warm
As they lay down and wait anyday now to be eroded away?
And what will be missed
Is when our bodies kissed
Our bones learnt something new about their own shape
They say it's just life
They say it's just death
Just say I'm not just
There was a land
And it had
No color or hue to what we went through
And where we would go
Just an army of hope
Before there was light
There was desire to make something whole
And what will we do
When another moon
Has shone and gone and we're still fighting?
They say it's just time
They say it's just sex
Just say I'm not just
There were five minutes
When the armour was lifted
And we saw each other for the first time
They say it's just love
They say it's just money
Just say I'm not just
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6. |
(I Could) Lean
04:10
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I know there is a will in me
It runs right up my core
Right from my feet
It runs me out into the streets and in those I meet--it's not there
And with the planet prone to tilting,
The buck prone to passing
It's not clear
It's not clear
How could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?
I know there is a will in we
It runs as a current of electricity
It runs these lamps, the bread we eat and through our sheets--
It's there
It's there
Could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?
Could this mean
That I could--
Leaning towers seldom reach the clouds
And towers built on ideals seldom touch the ground
So we spread it out
And somehow balance is found
Could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?
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Vivek Shraya Toronto, Ontario
Vivek Shraya is an artist whose body of work crosses the boundaries of music, literature, visual art, theatre, and film. She is a Canadian Screen Award winner and a Polaris Music Prize nominee. Her CBC Gem Original Series, "How to Fail as a Popstar," is launching this fall. ... more
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