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Calico Night
04:06
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The strangers on the street tonight
Are bathing in the setting light
And the colours streak across the sky
With the promise of a calico night
And my bloodshot eyes
The real sign of a sailor's delight
The buzzards fill the sky
But they're not danger
From such great heights
We skim along the ocean tide
They come and go
We take their ride
Keep your eye on the prize
'cause everyone will tell
You got to take a side
And it goes, it goes
And on and on, and off again
You can't pretend it never happened
It never happened to you
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Lampshade
03:31
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The lampshade is torn
It spills light on the table
But we mask it together
And my hands are so dry
That they cracked in the cold
But we brave the weather
And a man who don't know me says
"Write me a song"
About something or other
I can't quite remember
But he wants something funny
Not candid or strange
Just tell him a story
To sell to his friends
Who burst through the door
With champagne and shattered glass
Mi amore, j'adores, j'adores
Let's fill up our closets
With jackets and dresses
For formal occasions
Like funerals and shows
And it's high time we did this
The bags have grown restless
They're filled to the brim
Feel your hair on my skin...
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Pink Guitar
03:14
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Come home to me
Lay a towel on the door
Join me in bed
Leave your clothes on the floor...
And count all the hairs
Turning white in my beard
Believe in our love
More Than Anything You've Feared
The sound of the rain
And all the passing cars
Like the out of tune chords
On my pink guitar...
And the cadence of my voice
Like your brushstrokes on the canvas
And that look in your eye
That lets me know we can handle this.
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Books You Never Read
07:21
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She'll be sleeping in the other room
If she can leave behind her sense of doom
And the planes are flying overhead
Reminding you of all the books you never read
And the bamboo's sprouting like a rocket ship
She couldn't find sleep so she bites on your lip
And the sweat rolls down between your chests
And the dangling conversation that was never laid to rest
And the doctor is asking you
Have you ever thought about it?
Would you ever follow through?
The sculpture that was never fired
You could sleep for days, you feel so tired
And think on all the photographs
How far back did they stop collecting laughs?
Open wide, let's take a look.
Scrape off the plaque and sacrifice the rook
The pawns in forward toward their death
But don't you get too close with your dark-roast coffee-breath
And the doctor's asking you...
Have you ever thought about it?
Would you ever follow through?
They came and went and they took your steed
The jokes on them. They could have had it for free
That horse was dying anyway
So go what come and come what may...
The money tree died, but it's coming back
You could have been the same, but you show through the cracks
If you ever come around to find
There's always fools with gold that you can mine
And the doctor's asking you...
Have you ever thought about it?
Would you ever follow through?
The sun is rising over the shore
It hasn't lit yet what you've got in store
It's not too late to find the path
Nothing can be worst than your mind's own wrath
You'd be sleeping in the other room
If you could leave behind your sense of doom.
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Birds
04:48
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If I had the words
I wouldn't be sitting here writing them down
I'd be singing with the birds
From the tallest tree around
But I'm tangled in the wires
Instead of soaring with the highest flyers
And I watch the pistons push them far away...
If I had the space
I'd dance circles 'round and 'round
Spinning smiles upon your face
Fall as confetti to the ground
But I'm trapped between the layers
Clinging desperate to my hopes and prayers
And I listen to the footsteps overhead...
If I had the time
I'd live every scene forever
And I'd be yours as you are mine
Becoming all the things we never...
Wondered if they ever could be true
From the oldest grain right on through the new
And I'd watch the misty mountains turn to sand...
And if I had my way
I'd leave it all and watch you go
Above the rain to see the day
Shining bright on through the snow
But I'm mangled in the mires
Stuck between new ideals and old desires
And I watch the blue grow darker every day...
And I watch the misty mountains turn to sand
As I listen to the footsteps over head
And I watch the pistons push them far away
From this place.
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Erik Bleich Toronto, Ontario
Seeking to find a place between what can sometimes feel like opposing worlds, singer/songwriter Erik Bleich creates street-lit lullabies & manic, rambling romps that wander the side streets between rural isolation and metropolitan congestion.
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