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Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)
Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78
Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing, invisibility, loneliness, depression, anxiety, being lost, trying to not be found, trying to find white space to invigorate… Sometimes these weave together, other times (perhaps) each remain exclusive.

Gord Downie, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski and me all try to figure out the nuance in different ways atop Turkish street music, trains from Kerala and Moncton, and various ephemeral music snippets.

Prepare to vanish with: Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78 (23MB, 16:25, 192k mp3, stereo)

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Good Canadian Kid (for Joe) (alt 2)

C

Right on
That’s cool
A good Canadian kid

Hey yeah
Not too bad
Proud of what he did

V

They named his Ray
born in Thunder bay
back when still called
something else

Tired hard in school
Not that he was a fool
He just didn’t
care that much

But he won 2nd place
In science class
His volcano
was almost best

Played Junior A
But couldn’t go all the way
Just glad he
saved his teeth

He hitchhiked east
half-way at least
almost made it
to Labrador

Though he dug the times
left the Celts behind
and took the
rails far west

With a coffee mug
and pawned guitar
he rarely
missed a fest

Crossed the prairies fast
hit rockies at last
and kept on
rolling to the coast

Grew some grass for friends
and than had to make amends
when the poe-leece
shook him down

3 months forced rest
in suburban house
he was ready
to make a stand

He sat in front of trucks
and sat some more in courts
all for bearing witness
to old trees fallin to ground

Now in these older days
almost twice as wise
and he learned the tools
to change the world

B

Hes got to build a life
to prove it can be done
sharp enough to know
to hang out with the flow
and think how he’s gotta
turn to make life fun
he doesn’t forget
that to make it great
you can’t leave
your clan behind
ya gotta be nice to others
help them from time to time

Lost in New York

Bongo drums and rucksack
LSD walk all night
Turning corners arbitrarily
To bump into strangers apparently

They’re lost too
but refuse to admit
Because they want to act
tough and smart

Name dropping pretences
and shit

“I hitchhiked here”
you explain
Came from west of the Rockies
But Ohio, Utah, Idaho
To them, it’s all the same

Can you name all the bridges
Which allow you to escape?
Up the Hudson Valley, the Hamptons
Or forgotten uncle
Somewhere on a cape

Evidently, a fisherman
you haven’t seen in years
You say to the drag queen
at a loft party over beers

Turned a corner, bump into a dialogue
With David Letterman waiting for a cab
He likes the Dodgers chances this year
You think he invites you along

But turns out he’s talking to a monkey
Talking back to no one
except for a chimpanzee
Waiting for an audition
To play you on TV

Pastrami sandwiches
And streetcart knish
Meatpacking sounds funny
3 AM falafel’s are delicious
Simple things are easier
To make truth and wishes

Collection: Journals (variety), vol. 2

Journal: "Steel, Steal, Still, Stir me heart", 2014 (red)
Journal: Lost Life / notes, musings, ephemera, 2014 (“Steel, Steal, Still, Stir me heart”, red)
Journal: Lost Life / notes, musings, ephemera, 2013-4 (birdcard, red cover)
Journal: Lost Life / notes, musings, ephemera, 2013-4 (birdcard, red)

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Hot Dogs and Vodka (alt 2)

V 1

I get three fifty k
to just show up and play
been three weeks since i last scored
and yet i still don’t ask for more

V2

I don’t give a shit
if i even get a hit
cause my agent called me again today
and told the check clears either way

Chorus

Hot dogs and vodka
Wash it down with beer
smokies and caesers
i’ve never been so clear

Hot dogs and vodka
half dozen before each game
gimlets with hoagies
maybe thats why i’m so lame

V3

Sometimes I’ll admit
that i’ve done some crimes
stole a smokie from the cart
at granville street and vine …

Bridge 1

In fact, i’ve thiefed em
a couple dozen times
they hand it over
it just ain’t that hard
i load it with relish
and they ask for my two-nie
and by then and eating my napkin
and my lord i am running
i’m running, running, running …

 

V4

But it really don’t matter
if i get any fatter
i can still sweep the wreckage
from the coliseum aisles

V5

When they came out to scout me
they should’ve looked more closely
and discovered my true ambition
ahh the beers, … they steal all my affection

Bridge 2

Now here i toil
broke, sad and turmoiled
thinking of all the kids i let down
i sweep up your mess
and you can’t hardly guess
that i use to skate on that ice

Nine Dollar Buddha – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 2)

Nine Dollar Buddha – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Nine Dollar Buddha – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Collection: Journals (variety), vol. 1

Journal: Pokhara > Aqaba / poetry, 2017 (purple flower paper maché from Nepal cover)
Journal: Pokhara > Aqaba / poetry, 2017 (purple, flower / paper maché from Nepal)
Journal: Pokhara > Aqaba, 2017 (inside cover noting: Pokhara, Kathmandu, Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Muscat, Aqaba)
Journal: Pokhara > Aqaba, 2017 (inside cover noting: Pokhara, Kathmandu, Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Muscat, Aqaba)

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