I was born in a hospital where the children all sang until the bleachers got full I was raised in a postcard town where the people force smiles can’t get lost in crowds I was told about a virtuous life where possessions don’t matter but you’ll never have a wife I was scolded by authority at a very young age they just snapped at me And honestly, I’ve thought of living in a towering tree Where there’s no billboards and no press disease No silly Gods that are forced upon me And I’d pledge to tend to it so passionately Despite the army that would condescend me Despite the army that would Never mind you sit down and eat your food And thank the man that smiles and serves it to you I am guided by autonomous force pulls me further, ever further from the trodden course I will grieve for the working folk who punch in and punch out without a passion or a hope I have trouble seeing truth in laws when the biggest perpetrator is their own damn flaws I won’t settle for an academic plan I can educate myself with any knowledge I demand. And honestly, I’ve thought of living in a towering tree Where there’s no pressure and no time disease Where things unravel at the speed that they please And I’d pledge to tend to it so passionately Despite the army that would grab at my feet Despite the army that would Never mind you sit down and watch TV And laugh and clap in sync with the canned jury I will stand for the mentally declined when the others turn their head and then they feel just fine I’m a victim of appearances wanna shatter every mirror before they poison my kids I was tamed by a nameless girl in an orphanage where the taps don’t work I’m not looking for a helping hand need a whole body to mend this man And honestly, I’ve thought of living in a towering tree Where there’s no structure and no label disease Where life is governed by the afternoon breeze And I’d pledge to tend to it so passionately Despite the army that would secretly envy me Never mind you sit down and show respect And don’t expect reciprocated respect.

When your goals are all annulled Only then will you amply fall Upon the bed that the weathered share It's kept unmade Try to make it if you dare Other than the kettle And a well stirred song When you awake Don't put anything on What's your role in the circus? Are you beloved by the throng? Do you feel that it matters? Do you need to feel strong? Dis-guise And fall into arms You were completed The day you were born Dis-guise And fall into arms Remove your face! When the kettle comes to a boil Visit the grave of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle State your case, State you'll take it unsolved Mock his moustache if he questions your resolve Other than the stonework And the humour of a name Behind the gates of the graveyard Every body is the same What's your role in the circus? Are you ahead in the game? Do you feel that it matters? Do you understand your aim? Dis-guise And fall into arms You were completed The day you were born Dis-guise And fall into arms Remove your face! Have you heard of T.J.? Who spoke out for the slaves? Who's shoes were polished? As he'd toiled to save the day? When the creditors came looking for their pay He threw a yardsale With a human flesh display And all the good folk came! It's true the bed gets hard and full There is temptation in glory's pull Don't mistake you can rest elsewhere Just be conscience of the guise that you wear Other than the kettle And a well-stirred song When you awake Don't put anything on What's your role in the circus? Are you beloved by the mob? Do you feel that it matters? Do you ever feel wrong? Dis-guise And fall into arms Your duty's finished The day they are born Dis-guise and fall into arms Remove your face!

Idle observers on caffeine binges they sit in drab cafes and sigh While fading Claude Monet replicas sulk on the walls And flip off the passersby I know that I am an imitator But that doesn't mean that I don't try The observers run off to the wilderness And so few care to question why Now there are happy ghosts and there are sad ghosts And they both play tricks on you in the night You'll be walking, thinking you're all alone And then one of them will flick off a street light And it's alright Your misery's not in vain Your misery's not in vain son Your misery's not in vain And there's room for so much more Behind the ole' cerebral door Dear youngin We peacefully, practically, tastefully, tactfully, cleverly, joyfully, carefully fall into line. We listlessly, hopelessly, carelessly, heartlessly, thoughtlessly, gracelessly, quietly do not mind We know that we are all imitators But that doesn't mean that we don't try We court and acquire a mate of our choice Spawn offspring and wrap it up with a tall glass of wine No! there are warning signs and there are vital signs The biggest movement in mankind regards our own frailty So live in the image of heroes and idols Respect from your peers - try to transcend mortality And it's alright Your efforts are not in vain Your efforts are not in vain sir Your efforts are not in vain And when relics cut you down Accost them with a sound Start, “Dear drifters” Align all instances of embracing dreams Unite them through Pundit defiance to kiss truth goodbye Then voluntarily lie in a river of lies Under manicured, pampered, Pathetic excuses for skies You don't know/care that you are an imitator So accept life without ever questioning why Gaze at the addicts - a morning commute And when you're sipping your drug shake your head and think “Oh my to the power of five” Drunk with conviction or sobered by doubts I dutifully nurtured ideas of independence

Upon all drastic days of wavering dominion there’s always the prism to rub it all in So vent or cough the truth from a underused, vacant telephone booth If you are trying to make a call to a fictional savior you better show strength and you better show grace and you better show everything you got kid because you Demanded vanishing steam and all you got was heat waves from heavily trafficked dreams Who are you to ask for a blank page? And upon acquisition do you drop dead, do you suffocate? Do you sink into the street waist high and sing apocalyptic songs from manholes near curbs? Facing off against the weight of the world To take the prism, via the blank page, stood on the curb The clatter and clang of legacies left behind by the paper heroes who undermined the nice, the appropriate and the safe. Though you cannot make them tangible You can replicate with syllables the lessons that someday the world might take Demanded flowering trees and all you got was decrepit, twisted, violent weeds Who are you to ask for a blank page, and upon acquisition do you drop dead, do you sneak away? Do you skip along streams hand-cuffed to the stones you threw, obsessed with some notion that they’ll never sink? You need to think but can’t over-think To take the prism, via the blank page, while still on the curb You’re tidying the rooms in this perpetual, infamous queue Begging the atoms for something to do, squeeze all mops then rinse and repeat While the creator of scenes relaxes in ease, his conscience squeaky clean from all the mopping that you do Demanded balanced strides and all you got were free falls from ugly angled slides Who are you to ask for some blank page, and upon acquisition do you drop dead, do you drink and sway? Do you tear off the labels? Cover the blue box with the printing press? Pretend that you’re not a drunk? Your bad puns from a New Orleans bar as it sunk! Go take the prism, via the blank page, from the curb If you’re visiting the children in Toronto General Hospital You may hear them singing until the bleachers are full They’ll thank you for your attendance with their facial muscles And by raising their heads up off their pillows There are people who never get your chance There’s even more that hide it behind smiles when you glance So again I ask: Do you sink into the streets waist high and sing, apocalyptic songs from manholes near curbs? Do you skip along streams hand-cuffed to the stones you threw, ill advised that they’ll forever endure? Don’t collapse under the weight of the world And take the prism, via the page, from the curb.

People in relationships shrug a lot of things off and they earn master degrees in affections gone soft because they do not know what it is to be alone when the benefits of solitude have begun to erode and you are a crumbling, desperate man people in relationships inhibit frowns all the time because they’re channeling smiles from the weak and the deprived because a thought doesn’t begin and end in a tragedy and they’ve never had to re-decorate the purgatory to suit their personal tastes now what if I told you I was a juvenile man? with a penchant for envy and a well of faulty plans? would you entertain the notion of ole’ pity? or would you draft yourself an army of robots and thieves? and poison every well? People in relationships float on fairy powder clouds and they perceive blacks as purples and see blues as browns until the acquisition of a brand new character it’s centred around feelings that reside in the unsure so I know that they will smile and that they will frown People in relationships develop unspoken signs and they stroke the idea of a silent decline until love is dismissed like a far expired trend with the wave of a hand and a turn of the head away it is sent to crash all pleasant parties in your mind Now what if I told you I was most deserving man? with a purity of conscience in filth-ridden land? would you entertain the notion of good luck? or would you disregard compassion for a more fulfilling fuck? and tell yourself that I’ll be coming around again? People in relationships drop the anchor to the shore and they blur the ambition that they use to distort succumb to rules and regulations that suffocate despise the idiosyncrasies with which they used to relate until they’re living with a stranger and a foe People in relationships can’t predict the dénouement and they think that they know what they think they oughta want until wants are replaced by the resurrection of needs “I can’t believe that he or she has changed so much” - please! You should have known that this is not a field of human expertise. Now what if I told you to forget all the above? and realize that in a lifetime there is joy and there is blood? would you entertain the notion of a dance? would you laugh and drink and dine with me? would you give me a chance? or would you walk off looking pretty once again?

I stood and stared I looked from side to side And I saw little there The stomping close behind me Married dust to the air I fell asleep to specs While shouting “Que Sera Sera” Regardlessly The hour glass will tumble And the stars will crumble Two by Two What can you do? I’m worried too Squeeze through walls Stuff domestic animals In Lyndon Park malls They go through many changes They go through nothing at all They sometimes zip up jackets They often tie up their blues Eventually I’ll venture deep inside her With my pocket applier To make up the child So she won’t waste a single smile She’ll get old after awhile And then my duty is fulfilled Collapsing mirrors Reflect diminished furniture From thrifty frontiers The cancer causing agents stick their tongues in our ears How are you Gabrielle? I’ve heard the orchestra’s swell After all A pardon must be granted To the disenchanted The clouds can part Enough false starts It’s breaking my heart

Even if you Swallowed practical pills I hope you'd stay true And remember the thrills Of yanking the chains All a'linked by the fence That divided the soul And this flesh of pretense Even if I Was stabbed in the back This fiction would last It's a matter of fact For better or worse All I've learned from my course Is before the swing breaks It goes back and goes forth State what you see As you go Despite that you see A small piece of the whole State what you see As you go Find a dance partner And twirl Even if you Were to fall off the earth I'd meet you again In a still universe Where we'd blow out the stars And turn off the moon And burst all the planets Like the bubbles we blew Even if I Was to die all alone I would move on I'd build a home On Afterlife Ave. And the friends that I'd have Would be defendants Of pity and valor and love State what you see As you go Despite that you see A small piece of the whole State what you see As you go Find a dance partner And twirl As your epic trek Is nearing it's close And your eyelids cave in And your struggles fold Don't let us forget Don't let us forget Don't let us forget Don't let them forget Even if I Am wrong all along I'll stop and I'll watch Before I am gone From cyclical days When the untainted play And the versed might State what they see As they go

Elaine, project ‘Liza She beat them with her eyes and A million guns couldn’t have took her down on that day No way! No way! Elaine, project ‘Liza Found her answer in horizons Where a million mouths couldn’t of bested what she did say No way! No way! I know your world is overrun You never had a say before it begun The few remaining morsels to be claimed Your famished flowers postulate for rain Let it rain! Let it rain! Elaine, project ‘Liza Masqueraded and paraded as a warrior If you tell them as much they won’t question or such not at all Elaine, project ‘Liza An image flickered across the sky and The people stood hand in hand to see And to set her free Stand, watch your enemies demise Stand, watch your enemies demise Stand, watch your enemies demise Elaine Why are you so tame? All alone in your hole

Send more money momma I'm all broke Four lanes of ambition I'm a joker in a spoke Michelle, ma belle She will not call me I'm hungry, hungover, hanging low I won't be attending thanksgiving I'm committed to my own plateau Send more money momma Keep feeding the fire Tell me I'm exceptional You sweet motherly liar Send more money momma I'm bombarded with bills Sometime I'm gonna pay them Just for the thrill 'Side the schawarma shop sits poor painter He's well past artistic decline With his foul clothes and filthy acrylics I wonder if he'll ever draw a line The billboard shows sexy young singer But her stardom has come at a cost That's not real performance you're hearing Unless man your hearing is lost Send more money momma Keep feeding the fire Tell me I'm exceptional You sweet motherly liar Send more money momma Genius doesn't come cheap I got awakened by reality When I tried to put it to sleep And I sometimes think of ancient days When driven by passion untried Shocked from what I saw float in On the waves of adulthood's tide Or sang the salesman to his potential clients With survival funds in his eyes The saint with the outstanding fines Calls an end to the riots I promise for you I'll keep singing Though the songs that I sing they may change From anthems of turbulent tangling To shanties of protests estranged What I fear is the fear of me fearing But I don't want to go off the course The D.J. says sing me a chorus The banker dispenses the force Send more money momma Keep feeding the fire I'm really really poor And I got a bad tire Send more money momma I don't know what to do I'm also quite upset I'm upset about my shoe

He said he used the map And traveled across the whole main area Saw once flat valleys turn to open worlds Hit all invisible walls Spent midnight at the mall Never needed guidance Nothing seemed too tough But he's never found a princess And his time is almost up Every year a record's broke And the team goes all the way Man creates himself and he picks a side And glory follows through He'll tell you all about it too With a burst of speed And the vigor of a flashing star But he's never found a princess Though he's a hero at guitar He's never found a princess Though he can bag them from afar Up, down, left, right Right, right, down Why? oh, why? oh, why? Down, down, down, down, Oh, down, down, Why be down? If expectations run too high Things sometimes get delayed Doesn't matter if you're a stalker or a duke Your development stands still You can't increase your strength or will Your character is hurt You don't feel content And you'll never find a princess Though you may find a hundred percent The final stage of stunted growth Is the man that can't connect Too sensitive to settle on his aims You can see it all around His solution's not been found He's a slave to a system Of his own control He'll never find a princess With good caliber of soul If he's trying to find a princess And his hearts are always full He'll never find a princess If he doesn't pause with doubt He'll never find a princes And his time is running out

I would board Everyday The 64 Main To travel south Towards the lake Past the Go train Past the same Past the trying Corner store displays On the 64 Main With aching eyes And ancient thoughts You came around We took to talk I once was living You slayed me sweet How drunk a thought to End complete I'm starting to think I'd be happy in that seat On the 64 Main If we traveled Hand in hand Without diversion Without a plan I'd sit unguarded If you did too And give my simple Self to you Death to bullshit The truth can stay out too Of the 64 Main Out the window People divide Improvising Assorted lives Passing over Settled earth We stop the search for Token worth Harmonize There's no need to converse 64 Main

Albert Camus You came down from the sky And sang gospel songs just to pass the time You’re an easy-going guy Mother Goose You owe me a five From the foosball match on the morning of Fri. Guess you can only win when you’re high I’m taking a train To the end of the line Then I’m skipping town when I arrive To run and catch a train Sings me songs Songs of love Because I have chosen to enrich the illusion of life With delusions of grandeur and such X2 Busking man You’re a king to the streets And you win the hearts of all the minds you meet The solace is in the song Bill Denbrough You stared It right in the face And Eddie’s placebo, it could sedate Despite what the old man said The old are weak And the young are strong So the former goes and does the latter wrong So they can rest their feet Sing them songs Songs of hope And when the worlds collide we’ll slip out through the back door And build a zeppelin from tree bark and soot And from ten thousand feet we’ll keep an observant eye while screening Shirley MacLaine films so look I don’t know What I’ve been told Or I do but it don’t make sense at all Decipher Alowicious fib Newspaper You’ll tell me the news But you will not say what I should do ‘Cept maybe switch my bank Nursery rhyme Will you put me to bed? Will you make it easier to rest my head? Could I lose myself in thought? Sing you songs Songs I wrote And near the end of time when technological feats Have rendered human existence remote We will find an ocean six feet underneath ground And live forever at peace by the coast Albert Camus You came down from the sky And sang gospel songs just to pass the time You’re an easy-going guy