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Introduction
02:30
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Blood moon shining
Upon a lake the night has swallowed
Cool hands running
Along her face the time has hollowed
Ever longing
For something more than what she's given
She turns slowly
Into a blue sky dreaming woman
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Hope's Convenience
03:51
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I choke on the bitter fruit of you're luring garden
Suddenly my purity is taken by force
With tears of a crocodile I beg for your pardon
But I don't feel anything akin to remorse
I gave my life to hope's convenience
Bided my time with dreamers and demons
I'll always remember what my hero said
You're gonna be somebody soon
Life is duration and living is progress
Comedy and tragedy are two of a kind
I fear not for death, I fear only the process
The end is an old friend I've known for some time
I gave my life to hope's convenience
Bided my time with dreamers and demons
I'll always remember what my hero said
You're gonna be somebody soon
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3. |
A:B
00:59
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4. |
Too True
04:06
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Thought I held the future in my hands
When I read between the lines
They told another story
Of a fortune that I did not recognize
Corners of my room hold your memory
In small unsightly piles
Set aside and out of mind
Avoidance makes the heart grow so unkind
Two birds down, up a heart of stone
Two years older, not a thing to show
Each day returns a paler hue of ochre
Thought I could rely on sedation
Stoned and satisfied
Kaleidoscopic vices
In the psychedelic art of getting by
Everyone I know is in a daydream
In a haze
They wander around with their once high-held heads down
On weighty shoulders
Two birds down, up a heart of stone
Two years older, not a thing to show
Each day returns a paler hue of ochre
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5. |
The Jester
03:43
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I wish my voice
Sounded the same
As in my head
So it goes
In the balance of everything
Disguise appears
I tried to earn
The love of my friends
With a good sense of humour
Tell a joke
And pretend it's not funny
When nobody smiles
And I'm running out of lines now...
If only
I had lessons learned
To give instead
I'd already be
On my way home to you
By now my dear
My father warned me
Not to depend
On a ten dollar bill
For a while
I did anyway
I thought I had it all figured out
And the clowns they laugh at me now...
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6. |
Stone to a River
04:13
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If you are a river
I am a stone
Break down my body
And I'll bend your flows
Your water surrounds me
Purified and cold
A stone on your riverbed
Is all I have known
Strong though your current
Confident and free
Frail your reflection
A bank of shattered leaves
Open your mouth, River
Swallow the sea
A stone on your riverbed
I'll vow to be
The dog in the window
Is barking at the storm
The cat in the back room
Is clawing at the door
Will somebody tell me
What makes a home
Happiness or apathy
I'll never know
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Ivy Wye Prince Edward, Ontario
Ivy Wye is an Ontario-based folk singer and multi-instrumentalist who is largely influenced by 1970s singer/songwriters (Vashti Bunyan, Linda Perhacs, Margo Guryan) and modern minimalistic folk artists (Jessica Pratt, Shannon Lay).
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