1. |
In Another Life
24:21
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Let me in to this impossible dream
And know how not to know
just what that means
Except to think of all that might be seen
In another life
No position, no ladder, nor pit
No response correct or unfit
Except where evenly sacrifice split
In another life
Level field, what goal is the game?
Any answer, a question remains
Flourish and without expansion or gain
In another life
No love go undiscovered in hate
Or disadvantage in tragic state
No delusion about what is great
In another life
Humiliation, nor private distress
Breed obedience nor deviants
No sway in praise or in incense
In another life
Power seen in true and clear light
Loss unburdened in natural flight
Nothing to have, no reason to fight
In another life
Black, brown, red, blue
yellow, green and white
Seen and understood in each it’s own right
And so freely goes a child at night
In another life
No word sent to distract or devise
Smokescreen, lightening, filler or guise
As in distance and closeness alike
In another life
No intelligent test in class
No touch too soft or too crass
Physically possible
one’s head up one’s ass
In another life
What use grafting sport to art?
Or pulling horse from cart?
Just confusion about whole and part
None imprisoned by the word free
No fool falling for what they believe
Endless chances between you and me
In another life
For the rape of mind, body and earth
and the animal of engineered worth
The seed of greed dissolved in thirst
In another life
No rhyme at any cost or expense
Beats a rhythm born of defense
True disharmony right here on the fence
In another life
Beyond the choice, create or destroy
Inherit, steal, gift or employ
Fair is far too small a word we’d enjoy
In another life
Hold a promise no bigger than two hands
Hope scaled and re-read in human
And not reduced to a list of demands
In another life
Josh Cole - fretless bass
Thomas Hammerton - piano
SP - guitar, Rhodes, synth, voice
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2. |
Everybody's Paris Pt I
07:42
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Everybody's Paris, everybody's France
Everybody comin’ when they get the chance
Everybody’s notion is to everybody's way
as everybody’s lotion is to everybody’s pain
Everybody waking in the morning in a trance
forgotten dreams, nothing left to chance
Everybody flashes inner light
Everybody darker
who been betrayed last night
Though not the point of view
from which I get up out of bed
Stuffed inside the pillow
it’s underneath my head
but it won’t take me down today
Everybody found it, everybody sure
Everybody found a little less, a little more
Everybody's nightmares are
gettin’ in the way
Everybody's schemes crumblin’ true today
Everybody’s softer than they're lettin’ on
Everybody harder
now that loneliness is gone
Not everybody’s over yesterday
It’s a spell we’re under, keeps us
caught up in its sway
While every day light, while every day long
every day chasin’ through
dark tunnels in this song
Where everybody’s eyes
and everybody 's bust
Everybody universe, everybody dust
Though not the point of view
from which I get up out of bed
Stuffed inside the pillow
sideways in my head
Morning's still a game, there’s no one
really to blame for how I love you
Everybody’s straight up
runnin’ the same way
Everybody older even if you’re born today
Everybody knows but I’m so confused
Every day anew and every night feelin’ used
When everyone’s a piece
in everybody’s chain
there’s right in losing
and at least that much in gain
Cuz everybody finds that everybody flips
Today you're rushing, tomorrow just a drip
Could be anybody's black dog
just outside the door
Everybody's right now
could use a little more
Everybody's right here
if you give 'em half a chance
Everybody's Paris, everybody's France
Maxime Chamoux - tin can
Thomas Hammerton - piano
Mike Smith - synth
Ernie Tollar - soprano saxophone
Jesse Zubot - viola, violin
SP - bass, organ, Rhodes, synth, vocoder, voice
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Everybody’s gardens, everybody’s gates
Everybody’s pusher’s pushin’
everybody’s weight
Everybody’s Paris, everybody’s spring
Everybody feels the same way
about a lot of things
Everybody’s putting away the plates
washing the glasses, seeing their face
Looking over my shoulder, everybody’s there
I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair
I thought as we were walking
you would offer me a line
the way a lover somehow does
from time to time but noo-o
Everybody’s flowers, love to be received
held up to our noses, everybody’s pleased
Everybody sees you, everybody smiles
Everybody’s nails come out, everybody files
Everybody circles, everybody bows
Everybody’s hands are held
as long as it’s allowed
Above the chimneys, up above the clouds
everybody’s airplane
is looking for the ground
Everybody’s in Paris, everybody’s been seen
Everybody’s been recognized
when they’re waking from a dream
Like the sunlight in the morning
the stars at night
Everybody feels just like me
and everybody’s right
I thought as we were walking
you would offer me a line
the way a lover somehow does
from time to time but no one takes comfort
in lovers holding hands any more
Everybody’s garden, everybody’s gates
Everybody’s pusher’s pushin’
someone else’s weight
Everybody’s Paris, everybody’s spring
everybody feels the same way
about a lot of things
Everybody’s putting away the plates
washing the glasses, seeing their face
Looking over my shoulder, everybody’s there
I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair
Everybody’s flowers, love to be received
held up to our noses, everybody sneeze
Michael Davidson, vibraphone
Ryan Driver - flute
Andre Ethier - lyrics, voice
Karen Ng - soprano saxophone
Mike Smith - bongos, triangle
SP - conga, guitar, synth, vocoder
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Did I really mean to do this?
London and Rome feel sickeningly real
not everybody’s Paris
Where everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody’s Paris, everybody’s France
Everybody thinks this wasn’t
anybody’s last chance
Everybody wants, everybody gets cigarettes
In a city of lights
In a city that lights up
Everybody wants to fall and get back up
but all around you the dead stack up
in everybody’s Paris
Look just go to the end of the road
then you back up
A labouring angel needs a baby
to be born to a young man with a horn
in everybody’s Paris
The ceiling fan looks like a plan for a sky
designed to cut you to shreds
to tear you to pieces
To tear you to pieces, to tear you to pieces,
to cut you to shreds, to tear you to pieces
to cut you to shreds, to tear you to shreds
in everybody’s Paris
It’s your city of light
It’s your city that lights up
Everybody’s Paris, everybody’s France
Everybody thinks this was
everybody’s last chance
The nameless, the named
the blameless dead apples
The last thing we need in this world
is something to sing about
Everyone go right ahead, everyone shred
Love is good but love can be wielded
in everybody’s Paris
Where everybody haunts a haunted house
Wherever you go, I wanted you there
10 feet in the snow, an inch from the air
in everybody’s Paris
Everybody’s Paris, along the river Seine
swore I would never do this to you again
Dan Bejar - lyrics, voice
Josh Cole - fretless bass
Joseph Shabason - tenor saxophone
Mike Smith - Rhodes bass
Jesse Zubot - viola, violin
SP - guitar, harmonica, vocoder
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5. |
In Another Life (Edit)
05:51
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Sandro Perri Toronto, Ontario
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