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Young Lovers at 1AM
03:27
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Lunar Chandellier
Not half as radiant
As two soul appearing
Centerstage and sparking
Deep in the shell
Of early morning hues
Human progress starts
With a kiss
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This fortune teller must be broken
All our paths come out apart
Im not nearly fool enough
To put my fate in paper words
THis fortune teller must be broken
It’s tell me we’re meant to break
If being fixed aint havin you
I could live with my mistake
Take a little time
Take a little bit of your time
Cause fortune tellers wont tell no future to ya
Have a little faith
Have a little faith in yourself and
Put that fortune teller on the shelf
Since when were you in mysticism
Shaman of suburbia
Don’t curb your enthusiasm
Just paper folds wont tell nothing to ya
Take an early photograph
Remember how it made you when
Fill yourself with the change you made
Cause now was the future then
The age and wisdom of the heart
Steering wheel for the place to start
Can you place some faith in me?
When I can’t see what will be-come
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Creation of Space
03:11
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Come before me angels
Hold my head aloft
Resonate from 90 degrees
So I don't feel so off
I'm a ripple in the water
Soon to be a wave
Come to me oh spirit father
It's time for us to save me
But if I knew all that came before
Would you see me as the same lover
Love me more than skin and soul combined
Love me as the stars unravel time
Love me from the constellations known
Love me more than I can love alone
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Balance
02:34
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First we love then love to lie
The day we're born, we're born to die
Our hands can fend, and they can mend
Perfectly aint picture perfect
When we fall, we fall some more
Get caught up in culture wars
Cursing this whole nothing for
Hanging picture perfect crookedly
Balancing daylight and dark nights
Balancing tea cups with knife fights
I'm Sure
Balancing treasures with no chest
Balance believing with no guess
Once we see that symmetry
Means taking all sides equally
And that's the greatest state to be
Then crooked picture perfect's perfectly
Balancing daylight and dark nights
Balancing healing with shut tights
I'm sure
Balancing treasure with no chest
Balancing joking with no jest
I'm sure
Balancing damsels with dark knights
Balancing doing with just mights
I'm sure
Balancing treasure with no chest
Balancing joking with no jest
Balancing leaving with the nest
Balance believing in my best
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The last time the train came through
I was so wrapped up in this rock and blue
Everything I felt was false
And everything I saw was true
It's been a long time coming
This train of change, whipping in the wind
Like a 3rd dimensional rebel's flag
Mounted firmly from within
The last time the train dropped by
I had my head in the sand and my feet in the high
Trying to land on something that's right
Like the souls of our feet and our fathers are light
Nothing ever felt so right
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6. |
A Small Love
04:46
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There are children in the trees
There are angels in the sand
THere is time beneath the leaves
There are things to do with hands
When the moon is played in full
Y'interlace your hands with mine
And break every lovers rule
Making stained glass with our time
But I don't know
There are wishes in the lights
Little fires of our thoughts
And while everything is bright
Illuminate our backing out
And while you sing beneath the wood
AN air of silence rushes in
Like it always understood
The very meaning of the end
But I don't know
Our love was so small
We could hold it all
Our love was so small
Did it live at all?
I don't know
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7. |
The Window Sill
03:59
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Now tell the tale of the pair of ghosts
The ones that haunt it still
Long since bereft of their mortal host
Now sit on window sills
Soon be the day where we be the same
I vowed i'll wait till then
Deep in the ground with a stone and name
I'll see you at the end
And in the quiet breeze of fall
We will watch it all
The summing of all our waking lives
Before our wispy eyes
There on the sill I will hold your hand
And they will talk of us
How we are now one with the land
And how that window rusts
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Dream Girl
03:45
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I've got a girl who always minds her sleeves
I"ve got a girl with selfless self esteem
I've got a girl where big is all she dreams
I've got a girl who's always half asleep
I've got a girl who always counts in fives
I've got a girl where hard's how hard she tries
I've got a girl who lives in lullabies
I've got a girl who's always high asleep
And she's my dream
She's my fantascene
When I close my eyes
Oh how real she seems
Oh how real she seems
I've got a girl who first the back she reads
To know the ending before she proceeds
I've got a girl who thinks she might be broke
Because there aint no fire, only smoke
Chorus
Everybody wakes up
When she wakes up
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Sometimes I feel it deep in my bones
It's coming my way, a storm of catapult stones
My breastplate, smiles in the shade
And the first to crumble when the damage is laid
They yell Fire!
Topple the throne
Beat me out of my house and my home
But i've got something that attackers they lack
I've got my heart tucked away safely in a school yard nap sack
I can, I can, I can never give up on love
And love will, love will, love will never give up, never give up
I can, I can, I can never give up on love
And love will, love will love will never give up, never give up, never give up on me
Sometimes I feel like, glass manikin
When words are a butcher, carving while spoken
Now can we all calm down so you can hear this loud and clear
When we make love we erase all fear
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Kevin Guerette Ottawa, Ontario
It is a winding road that leads Kevin Guerette onward. A fanshawe college Alumni now begins a musical life in
Ottawa.
Kevin is a songwriter and sound healer. His blend of alternative pop music and healing patterns aims to bring light to listeners. It encourages reflection and appreciation. Ultimately we are all healed. Kevin want's to be a part of that.
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