Backstage with the modern dancers She was stretching her arms, Configuring her body. While they were breathing, they were shouting. She was concentrating
O hold me O holy O golden O grace Down here in fear, down where none can hear Any whisper, any word Don?t wanna, you wanna Don?t wanna, you wanna Don
You look at me with uncertainty, You look at me with urgency. You look at me with fear in your eyes like you're about to fall away. But don't be afraid
It?s such a long swim It?s such a long swim, it?s such a long swim It?s such a long swim, it?s such a long swim I was standing on a pier Was it very
weakens a bit Allowing the other to live and exist O water and patience, pressure and time Cuts through the faces of rocks we have climbed The army of kisses, the lake
to you they were trying to show respect for you i was riddled with worry you were all in a hurry crystallized mess of things there was a fear in it and all a great
As I sit here on this curb In the middle of the night With my guitar in my hands Playing a lonely midnight song A stranger approaches me and says Why
Watching the night animals bellying close to the ground I was walking in the dark It was following some feral scent Like I was crossing the road Like
I will never see the sun Spadina, St. George, Bay, and Yonge One for nothing, all for one Spadina, St. George, Bay and Yonge Hey you look like royalty
Merge, a vessel, a harbour A perfect union Of gift and reception Each an eye On the same face Loss and gain Fly into the mouth of the ground
Oh wake me please when this is over Oh when the ice is melted away And the hunger returns I will be the same, but older And maybe twice the bear That
It?s only human to wonder why it?s only animal to do it It?s only animal to run along the rocks And move along instead of talk It?s only human to wonder
I can?t write, I can?t sing, I can?t play My insides have been broken My inspiration has flown away And it?s hard to see all the little things There
If I could crawl into a shell Then I wouldn?t mind the weight Things are heavy enough already And I hate to think that The best that I can do is not
Why are we fighting, why are we fighting? Kicking and screaming, scratching and biting. Keeping it going, wherever we're going. Generations are generating
There's a mark on my hand put there by the land. There's a mark on my hand put there by the land. Can't you see it's in me, can't you see? Can't you
I became awake, From a very dark place, a patchwork of fear, of poorly conceived ideas. With a blister of water, the mark of working hands, Ready to
Breathing this poison, alive but near death Under the water, and holding my breath But we were made to drink in the earth Its river and gutters, its