1. |
This Year Of Crisis
04:16
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Steely incantations
In this year of crisis
Furious catharsis
And there’s beauty in it
If you know where to look for it
It’s a hard way to find the trouble
Would you rather it found you first
The word is in the wind
Are you listening
The battle begins
Are you set on winning
Wild and wandering
Rub your eyes like it’s your first time seeing
Cruel invitations
In this year of crisis
Craving the attention
That’s been so long missing
Do you know where to look
It’s a hard way to find the trouble
Would you rather it found you first
- Craig H
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2. |
Cruel As
03:56
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Burning sage and
Burning bridges
Burning bush on the
Mountain wishes
It could have rained today
Could have rained today
It calls me up
It says I’m late
Tosses me down
Puts me away
I will not waste the time
I’ll get along just fine
Not tied to it
Not tied to me
The rules shift too indefintely
And this is cruel as
The hillside up
Our little demons
Sit still with me and
You can see them
You can make it rain
Make it rain everyday
To start as truth
Devolve to rumour
I rail against this
What is the rule here
Waste no more of the time
And I’ll keep it with mine
Not tied to it
Not tied to me
The rules shift too indefinitely
And this is cruel as
To be as wonderful as you are
To live between the spaces
To be as wonderful as you are
You put me through my paces
-Craig H
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3. |
Dead End
02:05
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His coffee tasted extra bitter
His drive to work longer
Why doesn’t anyone see me
See me anymore
Sad piano plays
A refrain in his head
Forgets the car and walks the way home
Curls up in bed
Doesn’t feel warm
Doesn’t feel cold
Doesn’t feel young
Doesn’t feel old
There are no tears
And something like fear
And why can’t you see me
See me anymore
- Craig H
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4. |
Guts
04:17
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Getting back to the core
Digging up all the gore and the guts of the beast you’ve become
Settling all of the scores
Cleaning up all the torn bits of rubbish in the light of the sun
There’s a trick to the whisper in the ear
Hear it right or watch the truth disappear
The shot breaks the silence and splits up the sky
You’re left with the body and wondering why
You’re outside a self that has withered and died
Yet you thrive
It’s funny how the line is drawn when a choice is made
It’s funny when the chips are down you’re miles away
It’s funny to think how the years can go down like a milkshake
Or a razorblade
Let’s get back to the start
Let’s look into the heart pull back all of the bones for the softness inside
Crack open the cage
Discard all the rage that pushes and pulls on your shore like the tide
There’s a trick to the whisper in the ear
Hear it right or watch the truth disappear
- Craig H
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5. |
Licking A Finger
04:42
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I am drawn to them
I am one of them
They profess the truth
And I run up to
The promise of youth
Professing greener grass
The air is sweeter where
I could drag my clay feet down
Your hill and remain there
I don’t want to break
I just want to bend a little
Your arm around my waist
Not your hands around my throat
I could predict your weather
I could predict my future
All by licking a finger
Yeah all by licking my finger
Don’t you look directly at them
Don’t you don’t you walk towards them
Never was one for perfection
And you’re perfect
Yes you’re perfect
- Craig H
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6. |
How 2 B Happy
03:37
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So
We’re on the coast
Of upended dreams
Of who loves the most
And how we try
To realign
But the time
Unyielding time
It’s so easy to reside
On a mountainside
Of resenting everything
Eventually colliding with
Different ideals
The starting pistol fired
Running down the mountain now
Can you tell me
How to be happy
One part contained
One part free
Can you tell me
How to be happy
How to hold you up
Without falling to my knees
Go
Find your peace
Push out all the poison
But come back to me
Sure it’s changed
Chairs rearranged
Approaches may be different
Results could be the same
It’s so easy to reside
On a mountainside
Of resenting everything
Eventually colliding with
Different ideals
The starting pistol fired
Running down the mountain now
- Craig H
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7. |
No Mythology
03:14
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I am not the Great Satan
Not a lesser devil
I am a chunk of flesh
Just a little flailing mortal
I am no higher power
I never claimed to be
I only have my hands and words
Things invested in me
Not the reason for it
Not the final hour
Just a bit of sweet
With a tiny twist of sour
What I am is what you are
What I am is searching light
No mythology within
No mythology tonight
I am no Gabriel
No scars from torn-off wings
The illusion is the pedestal
Of which our misfortune sings
I am not the answer text
Don’t read me like I am
I am not the fish that’s frying
Or the butter in the pan
What I am is simple
What I am is incomplete
What I’m doing is revealing
And then standing on my feet
Not the reason for it
Not the final hour
Just a bit of sweet
With a tiny bit of sour
What I am is what you are
What I am is searching light
No mythology within
No mythology tonight
- Craig H
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8. |
Sonara
04:47
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This is the way to move through water
For a time when I was younger
When I was stronger
And a current
Just a tangent
Illusory
In a dream you’re drowning with me
This is the way to move through water
- Craig H
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9. |
Leaver
03:09
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Inspired from anxiety
And the threat of changing everything
And a swirl of galaxy swallowing me
A typhoon of stars and planets
A fire in my belly
Leave her
Leaver
Not because you hate her
But because you love me
Maybe she'll go
Maybe you'll never
Maybe she'll go
Maybe you'll never
I can only wonder
Unconscious in calamity
Wrapped up in mythology
A pattern repeating endlessly
This whirlwind of hopes and plans and
A fire in my belly
Leave her
Leaver
Not because you hate her
But because you love me
- Craig H
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10. |
Hex
08:37
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Put your mouth to my ear
The summer sun isn’t heating anyone
Some kind of hex, tumultuous cold
I have lost count of all the bleeding hearts
Who profess they’re made of gold
Put your mouth to my ear
And I will hear
Amidst upheaval colder in Russia
Some kind of hex, I lay at your feet
But I sing to your face, and these drifts are stirring
My inferiority with your master race
Put your mouth to my hear
And I will hear
We all pass the pipe
We all suck that life
We all sip the cup, motherfucker
Sink like a stone
Sweat in the glove
I found out
The bruises of love
- Craig H
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11. |
Torch To Heaven
03:39
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You could look it head on
You could grab your coat and head for the door
Track the line that leads you on the floor
Buck like horses head first into the smoke
She holds a torch to heaven
A beacon or a weapon in this
Man is all-consuming
Men are so confusing in some things
Holding pattern still and moving
Direct line into the smoke
Thieves steal lines and inspiration
From the ones in the thick of it all
Steady yourselves for an empire’s fall
Which side decides who’s to crawl
You could look it head on
You could grab your coat and head for the door
Track the line that leads you on the floor
Buck like horses head first into the smoke
Life in a bow shot like an arrow
The sky is wide the roads are narrow cuts
Gouging in to travel the world
Wounds that silence cries and gather dust
- TR-27/Craig H
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12. |
Underneath The Pines
03:26
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We are going on a ride
Maybe in some other place and time
Underneath the pines
Where the moss is sweet and soft under feet
Safe and sheltered beneath those trees
There’s a thin line like a wall
Keeping tabs on having it all
So there’s pick and there’s choose
There’s win and there’s lose
One step out of line
And the path can draw the cruel from kind
Underneath the pines
Where gravel and abandoned shacks
Litter the landscape on the road back
Moments of mythology
Line my skull like graffiti
And the wall between story and reality
Blurring on me
There’s a thin line like a wall
Keeping tabs on having it all
So there’s pick and there’s choose
There’s win and there’s lose
We are going on a ride
Where it looks like rain but that’s just fine
Underneath the pines
- Craig H
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13. |
Split
02:45
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Real stillness real chill and
In we breathe
Forward motion through molasses
Entropy
Folding through the matter like
A rolling stone
Split right down the middle
Landslide in the sun
Debris lines the pathways here
These obstacles
Making everyone’s progress
More difficult
Skin replaced by air replaced
By time and space
Split right down the middle
In a foreign place
Give it up to daytime
Up to these blue skies
Nothing to hold on to
Liquid sunlight
Real turns to myth turns into
History
Where we get our air from
That’s the mystery
Real stillness real chill and
In we breathe
- Craig H
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Craig H Edmonton, Alberta
Edmonton, Alberta.
Independent artist.
'Eaworm-ridden electro-pop'
'Dirge pop'
'Music to do
drugs and wear tights to'
'woozy, lurching, and impressionistic shards of sound.'
I'm no good at describing my own work, but I do hope you find a way in. They're all doorways.
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