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A Writer's Retreat
04:16
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A cabin in the woods
A writer’s retreat
A long gravel road
Hides his conceit
Single malt whiskey
His libation of choice
The words flow more easily
The liquor guides his voice
When he writes a rainbow
You know that it’s there
When he describes a mountain
You’re breathing that air
But his real life’s a mess
Like the carnage in his prose
A writer’s retreat, that’s how it goes
A Booker Prize
For his last work of fiction
Addled by drugs
Dangerous predilections
His Underwood is battered
The keys tap his pages
The cabin fire’s stoked
The work calms his rages
The affair with a grad student
The tabloids have a feast
The mind of a genius
One more book at least
When he writes a rainbow
You know that it’s there
When he describes a mountain
You’re breathing that air
But his real life’s a mess
Like the carnage in his prose
A writer’s retreat, that’s how it goes
Oh, when he writes a rainbow
You know that it’s there
When he describes a mountain
You’re breathing that air
But his real life’s a mess
Like the carnage in his prose
A writer’s retreat, that’s how it goes
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2. |
No Safety Net
02:55
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No safety net
No tether
No holding back
Stormy weather
No resolution
Hurt feigned
Nothing released
Nothing gained
No heat
No cold
Nothing’s easy
Getting Old
No distinction
No horizon
Nothing but whitecaps
Just dive in
Just dive in
Just dive in
No safety net
No tether
No holding us back
Stormy weather
Stormy weather
Stormy weather
Stormy weather
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3. |
Inside/Outside
04:34
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There’s deep pain that I feel
Inside
It’s palpable and real
Inside
Wheels spinning in thickening mud
No traction to be found
The precipice is narrow and steep
It’s a long way to the ground
Don’t fall
Oh, oh, oh….
Don’t fall
Oh, oh, oh…
The hypocrisy of those that you trust
Inside
It’s take their ego-driven road or bust
Inside
Don’t fall
Oh, oh, oh…
Don’t Fall
Oh, oh, oh
There’s a clear crystal stream
In dreams that I’ve seen
Outside
It’s meandering near a mountain
Verdant and green
Outside
There’s shelter from the gathering storm
There’s peace and contentment there
Bells rings, it’s off in the distance
An escape from those who don’t care
Wheels spinning in thickening mud
No traction to be found
The precipice is narrow and steep
It’s a long way to the ground
Wheels spinning in thickening mud
No traction to be found
The precipice is narrow and steep
It’s a long way to the ground
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4. |
Spiraling Down
01:52
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Oh, oh the struggle
Spiraling down
Shades of grey and brown
The golden ticket on the ground
The space between the sounds
The lost never found
The clock winding down
Spiraling, down, down, down
Spiraling, down, down, down
Spiraling, down, down, down
Spiraling, down, down, down
Spiraling down.
Ooooooooooo.
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There’s a side road you can take
There’s a body in the lake
There’s an appointment to keep
But you know he’s a creep
Quick, quick on the double
We’re not looking for any trouble
We’ve found it
There’s a stranger on the train
He just came in from the rain
There’s a burglar on the run
He’s been carrying a gun
Quick, quick on the double
We’re not looking for any trouble
We’ve found it
It’s unfolding like a scene
By P.D. James or a bad dream
It’s a mile to your car
Your heart’s thumping so hard
Quick, quick on the double
We’re not looking for any trouble
We’ve found it
Quick, quick on the double
We’re not looking for any trouble
We’ve found it
Quick, quick on the double
We’re not looking for any trouble
We’ve found it
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A train pulls out of the station
The woman boards, without a sound
A long blast heard in the distance
Her regret is immense
Where’s she bound?
And we all are players
In this tragic game
The push and pull of moving on
The clickity clack on the track of life
The whistle stop and we’re gone
She gazes blankly out the window
The sky is azure to the west
A novel unread on her lap
Her tears stain her new dress
The towns are passed one by one
It all seems such a blur
Each one desolate, non-descript
The rumbling as the engine stirs
And we all are players
In this tragic game
The push and pull of moving on
The clickity clack on the track of life
The whistle stop and we’re gone
And we all are players
In this tragic game
The push and pull of moving on
The clickity clack on the track of life
The whistle stop and we’re gone
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7. |
The Crux of the Matter
03:22
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The hustle, bustle the daily grind just gets you nowhere
Your repressing impure thoughts and pent-up anger
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
It’s the crux of the matter
You’ve lived your life just to please those around you
It’s go to work, bring home the bacon, what else to do?
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
It’s the crux of the matter
Your moving slowly, but your body is rising skyward
There’s no explanation for this, your weightless, but tired
It’s not a drug, it’s not a god, it’s a feeling
Maybe there’s a way to fix from with-in, you're dealing
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
It’s the crux of the matter
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
It’s the crux of the matter
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8. |
The Cutting Remark
02:28
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The cutting remark
The awful barb
The cruel words
That rain down, so hard
The insensitive reply
The evil eye
The telling glance
That can make, you cry
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
The family ties
The words like knives
The terrible shit
That can ruin lives
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
The clouds roll by
Temporarily safe and dry
It won’t last long
Judgement falls, full of harm
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
I, don’t need this
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9. |
A Poet, A Painter
02:31
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A poet
A painter
A chronicler of our times
A guitarist
A dancer
A weaver of rhymes
A poet
A painter
A sage
A poet
A painter
A sage
A calligrapher
A cellist
A window to the soul
A ballerina
A photographer
The beauty of it all
A sculptor
A novelist
A witness to the past
A singer
A stained-glass maker
The art that lasts
A poet
A painter
A sage
A poet
A painter
A sage
A poet
A painter
A sage
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10. |
High Tide
02:27
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It was high tide
The water lapped upon the beach
A grapefruit moon
So close, yet out of reach
The melodies
Of the Beatles in her head
And R.E.M., the Beach Boys
And The Grateful Dead
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
A cottage
Near the ocean
As it crests and swells
Seagulls, swirling up above
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
The salt air
The freedom of this place
A comfort
Moon glow reflected on her face
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
It was high tide
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11. |
Your Eyes
01:36
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Your eyes
Your skin
So soft
Surprise
Your hair
In wisps
Spiralling down
Everywhere
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your smile
Your tears
Joy and sadness
Through the years
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
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12. |
Blue
02:41
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Blue
It’s unbearable
But it’s true
Your face on the day
That we met
The rain fell, it poured
So soft, when wet
The smile that could hide
All the pain
The fragile girl
You became
Blue
It’s unbearable
But it’s true
Blue
It’s unbearable
But it’s true
Walking with you
in a park
The sky tinted red
Near dark
The sweet smell of your skin
When we kissed
The beautiful contour
Of your lips
Blue
It’s unbearable
But it’s true
Blue
It’s unbearable
But it's true
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13. |
Listen
01:44
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Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen
I hear what you’re saying
I’m not coming near
The Picture, Picture, Picture, Picture
It’s all getting clearer
The longer you stay
Sudden, Sudden, Sudden, Sudden
Decisions need taking
The clock’s moved ahead
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen
I hear what you’re saying
I’m not coming near
I hear what you’re saying
I am not coming near
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14. |
Angry Geezer
01:59
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You’re seething
You’ve lost all control
You’re reeling
Punishing everyone you know
You’re busting
Down the bridges that were built
You’re failing
Those in your life
You’re bailing
Off the deep-end tonight
The dam’s about bursting
The chickens home to roost
You don’t understand empathy
Your rage is cut loose
Oh, oh, oh, anger
Oh, oh, oh, anger
Oh, oh, oh, anger
You’re an example
At least you think that you are
You’re a pillar
Of a community of one
You don’t care
That your life’s come undone
You’re determined
To sabotage the works
You’re reckless
An unrepentant jerk
The dam’s about bursting
The chickens home to roost
You don’t understand empathy
Your rage is cut loose
Oh, oh, oh, anger
Oh, oh, oh, anger
Oh, oh, oh, anger
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Ominous
03:34
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A probing stare
Is someone there?
A dog just barked
It’s after dark
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
The missing girl
An unsafe world
The T.V. news
He’s paid his dues
An escaped con
Who’s on the lawn?
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
A window’s smashed
You start to gasp
The light’s are out
It’s no good to shout
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
Arm the house
Bolt the door
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16. |
Water
04:34
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The water is so deep
In this swimming hole I’ve found
Life’s consequences float
They’re not rooted to the ground
I’ve seen the world as just
It’s a tendency of youth
With age and experience
You learn the sobering truth
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
A butterfly evolves
From a larval state
The beauty in nature
Defined for those who wait
A shining fish leaps
From the water down below
A signal of life
Sun glinting off the lake
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
Water, cleanse my soul
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17. |
A Symphony of Colours
03:15
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Red is the colour
Of roses on the vine
Purple is the vase
that holds them pretty for thine
Orange is the colour
Of leaves in the fall
Green is the rake
that gathers them in a ball
A symphony of colours
brilliant signs of life
I picture this kalaidescope
Comforting in times of strife
Magenta is the colour
of the exotic fish in the sea
Blue is the water
I swim through coral reefs
Black is the colour
Of the vast sky at night
Yellow are the stars
twinkling oh so bright
A symphony of colours
brilliant signs of life
I picture this kalaidescope
Comforting in times of strife
White is the ribbon
I wear on that day
Clear are the tears remembering
what was taken away
A symphony of colours
brilliant signs of life
I picture this kalaidescope
Comforting in times of strife
I picture this kalaidescope
Comforting in times of strife
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18. |
Autumn
02:52
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There’s a chill in the air
The leaves are turning bright colours everywhere
Go out for a drive in your car
To the Gatineau hills
Drive real far
This change in seasons
Brings real change in me
Summer’s gone
Life’s moved on
Don’t’ know what to do
Emotions run high
As I look to the sky
The path to take not clear
But it’s beautiful, that’s for sure
Now that autumn is here
Now that autumn is here
The smell of wood smoke all around
The first frost kisses the ground
There’s a wild turkey on the lawn
Get my camera before it’s gone
Pull a sweater round me tight
The stars seem different at night
The blooms are off the plants
It’s nature’s seasonal dance
This change in seasons
Brings real change in me
Summer’s gone
Life’s moved on
Don’t’ know what to do
Emotions run high
As I look to the sky
The path to take not clear
But it’s beautiful, that’s for sure
Now that autumn is here
Now that autumn is here
Now that autumn is here
Now that autumn is here
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19. |
She Promised the Sun
02:33
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He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
They met in a little garden
Overlooking a pond
She promised to be true
He promised just the same
Their lives were entwined
Always sharing, never blame
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
She picked flowers fresh
For him every single day
Romantic walks together
Hands held in gentle sway
She told him that she loved him
Each and every morn
Over fifty years together
Four children were born
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
Then one day she died
He held her body near
Buried her ‘neath a sturdy oak
Said I love you my dear
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
He promised her the earth
She promised him the sun
He promised her the earth
She promised the sun
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20. |
Just Breathe
01:44
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The uncertainty
The soul destroyed
The holding back
The pain denied
The moment
You’re at mercy’s call
It’s alright
To absorb it all
Just breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The sky is clear
The clouds roll through
You’re finding
An arc that’s true
Just breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just breathe
It will be alright now
Just breathe
It will be alright now
Just breathe
It will be alright now
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21. |
Uncertain Vista
02:39
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The photo from my window
A vast expanse of blue
The sunrise brilliant
The sky rich in hue
If I could touch it
And be fully there
Where the radiant light
Becomes a blurry glare
It’s an uncertain vista
That we all behold
The photo seems adjusted
Is that a pot of gold?
But the painter’s brush strokes
Interpret differently
The light, the dark
All we’re meant to be
It’s a sight to the east
Hydro poles in view
It’s in the city
But it’s in the country too
What have I captured
Through a camera still
Looking skyward
Is that a spaceship near a hill?
It’s an uncertain vista
That we all behold
The photo seems adjusted
Is that a pot of gold?
But the painter’s brush strokes
Interpret differently
The light, the dark
All we’re meant to be
It’s an uncertain vista
That we all behold
The photo seems adjusted
Is that a pot of gold?
But the painter’s brush strokes
Interpret differently
The light, the dark
All we’re meant to be
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Sills & Smith Ottawa, Ontario
Sills & Smith is a band from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada with 6 studio albums. The first 3 were recorded and produced by Jonathan Edwards at Corvidae Music in Ottawa. For the albums Uncertain Vista (2011); No Way In, No Way Out (2012); The Glorious Ache (2013). the band members are Jeremy Sills, Frank Smith, Jonathan Edwards. More albums by Sills & Smith: sillsandsmith.bandcamp.com/music ... more
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