today, playing covers of
Cotton Jones + Beach House
in the basement.

{Gotta Cheer Up} 

-one of my favourite songs of all time

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looks like.

soft, feathery split-ends. so thin she becomes transparent and almost spectral

-I like old ladies with long hair like this

something about this picture strikes me as odd,

but I cant quite figure what it is

Pure and Lovely

this is song number two on the piano,

its not actually called pure + lovely,

-it stemmed from another song I was writing and I just

needed the first line to help me remember the melody.

its just a thought,

not complete, doesnt fit with the other song either,

but if I was with you we'd probably be sitting in your livingroom or mine

talking and playing around on the piano so,

if this is the closest we can come..

feel free to click the orange link below and download

{pure + lovely}

pure and lovely

wholly let me

fall to love, oh God.

I love you like the little bird

Ive made up my mind

this is the time to relegate

no need to remind,

scans are unkind a lot of times

but Ive tried

Ive tried to write

what was in my head,

what was in my head

sometimes I feel

I feel so obsolete

because the kids want a faster beat

and if I was free, free to leave

but its my kids,

they need to eat..

I love you its true,

I love you like the little bird. (-click to listen)

no need to remind

life is unkind a lot of times

but its my kids, they need to eat

but its my kids, they need to eat

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from: Ghosts of the Past.

{Starflyer 59.}

snow pirates and bicycles?

A song for Terence To.

who rides his bicycle to school in the cold toronto winters.

{click to download}

--
in the wake
of toronto's soul
Im sailing on the northern wave
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over sun + space

early light
turns the white
snow pink Im
promised to the rolling waves
frothy foam
on a garden gnome
like brine
is stinging at my face

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I ride my bike
in the tiretracks of the cars
wind fills my sail,
with my eyes stung closed I
cant see where
we are.
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Im the captain,
the castaway,
I navigate suburban bays
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over frozen waves

Biking in the snow
is a dangerous pastime
gripping at my throat
like an ancient pirate
fingers made of ice
caught me by surprise
Im never coming home.


{let the wind carry me home}--