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Rancho Relaxo
03:37
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Calling all players to the game
Go to the right
Bathrooms to the left
Beef Taco Meat
C'est Froid, Tres Magnifique
Trouble in paradise
Canker sores on feet
My eyes are sunken like my soul
Bread is stale
My hammer is a nail
Grab the cat's tail
My bucket looks pale
Join my sac religion
Together we'll be sacrilegious
I'm a failed nihilist
I cry doughnuts, C'est Triste
I stare at the sun to punish my eyes for what they done
How can eyes be plural?
Catostrophe for the world
Only eyes can see the ocean
They cry it's tears
2002, the sum of all fears
Onions make me emotional
Bananas make me slip and fall
I yell into the abyss
The bus driver says “Get off this bus, the bus does not exist”
All this drama
Knocks me into a comma
Anthropocene, Apostrophe
Death to Nostalgia
End the period piece
Maybe I'm a horse? Nay
I keep my button in my ash tray
Time stops, my watch battery died
I lay down all night and I cried
I often think about life in sacramento
My record collection filled only with Dr Demento
Poison ivy and shame
Call me “Irritated” it's my name
Crush my soul with ice
Buy me a subscription to vice
Sabotage the game
It's gone too far past the time frame
Curious connection
Dangerous Dilemma
Exciting Exhaustion
Palatial Period
Calling all players to the game
Go to the right
Bathrooms to the left
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My philosophy book was inside outskirts
There was cigarette burns on “Being and Nothingness”
How Ironic
Does the book exist to make me question anything?
Are we floating in the cosmic abyss?
The old man I called “Stupid” a half ago looks pissed
I picked Bulbasaur in the red version
The game where you can fly over the towns
but you have to cut down the trees when you cross them
Much truth to real life
My pear has been bruised, I will throw it out tonight
I don't like that thing everybody likes
It annoys me
I only listen to diminished chords and albums liked by critics
So I can regurgitate their shtick
Let me hyper-analyze your opinion and nothing of mine
Jazz Directed By Stephen Spielberg
The Jazz of life
All that Jazz
No Blues, only jazz
All work and no play makes Jazz goes crazy
Amazing Jazzymundo
CHORUS
My empty wallet is full of all sorts of things like
Jazz
Sanctimonious Sanctimonious Sanctimonious
Jazz
The real killer, the filler of all things
Jazz
Buddy Rich, Drum and Bass, Wynton Marsalis
Jazz
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Amber Summer Evening
04:07
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Drain me of the sorrow
Take Away the Pain
Sifting through the adages of a writer I can't name
Follow me to freedom
Put me in your ears
Walk around the city
Forgot about your fears
The Worlds Full of Contradictions
Only sunsets are consistent
Things that keep up at night
Are not hidden in the shadows, but in the light
Maybe we're living in a mystery
No one's right or wrong
We begun to doubt the lessons history
We're singing a different song
Take a look around to see
This is not normality
Turning your friends to enemies
False Information, acceptance please
CHORUS
The Amber Summer Evening
The cars pass on by
With my soundtrack to life
I'm Tearing up the sidewalk
Listening to my soul
Away I go
On the way to the endless sunset
To catch it at the bay
I waited all day, today
To see it fade away
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Memories
04:42
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I remember we were kissing in silence
Under the pale moonlight
The sound of crickets illuminating the night
with songs of tranquillity
Our hearts grew louder between each breathe
Beams of light shattered the world of death
I was under the spell of your charms
Seeing our future, hand in hand as we embraced in open arms
A new season was coming
The season of love
I can't imagine a time without feeling this feeling
My life of love is a vignette
Everything outside is a blurred without meaning
When that today became yesterday
Sooner became Later
Autumn leaves gave way to Winter snow
The darkness became light as the leaves began to grow
A world without you became tomorrow
Maybe I can see the past as a dream
One which was true
We are children of stardust
That's why stars are apart
Away we depart
Into the land of memories
Memories Memories
Memories Memories
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Brian Wallin Ottawa, Ontario
Brian Wallin is a multi-instrumentalist Algonquin from the magical land known as Nepean, Ontario, with roots embedded in Kitigan Zibi. He has been in many projects such as: How Far To Mexico, Ethnotechnique, Problematic, Lloyd Smiley Band. He looks to dabble in whatever music he can make. Willing to experiment with his sound, watch out for this zesty new artist as he makes that music stuff. ... more
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