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Light Fuse A-aaand...
00:43
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Pretty Girl
03:25
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Pretty Girl, walking with the beat
Do you know, you're so pretty girl
So why'd you take your time
In making up that face of yours to show the world
Cause every single morning
Of every singe day
You look into the mirror, wondering
Why am I stuck this way?
Why don't you believe that you are beautiful
How can you believe that you aren't suitable
For me
Even if I mentioned to it to you you would
Probably disagree
Comparing your looks with all the ads
You see on tv
Cause every single moment
Of every single day's ,spent
You look into the mirror, wondering
Why am I stuck this way?
Why don't you believe that you are beautiful
How can you believe that your aren't suitable
For me
Trust me when I say, that you are beautiful
Never stop and think that you aren't suitable
Everything you do is simply wonderful
So I should be the one who isn't suitable
For you
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3. |
Speed of Light
03:22
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I wanna go faster than the speed of light
Where ever anybody was before I wanna go out farther than
The very concept of stellar space
And when I get there I wanna do it again
Do it again
Do it again
"In a fully darkened room one lit match is interesting.
It creates light enough to see, dimly, for everyone."
I wanna go faster than the speed of thought
Gonna think myself into the centre of a spiral mandelbrot
I'll find the centre of the centerless
And when I get there I'm gonna do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Go on get out there
For your own good
The psychedelic space man
Says you should
I wanna see the end of infinity, ty, ty
And find myself less be reflecting perfectly
Farther, farther, farther, farther out
When I get there I'm gonna say it again
Say it again
Say it again
Go on get out there for your own good
The psychedelic spaceman says you should
Go play with fire and you'll know what leaves
"The lighthouse stands alone. All by itself.
Shining a light that others may or may not see it,
to steer them into safe harbours, with their own choice.
The Matchbearer, is sitting with the match, has illuminated it for themselves yet it effects all around them in a positive way. The Matchbearer says nothing. Those around them may not know the name of the Matchbearer. They may not even know they've lit a match! All they know is they can see. The further a human being see past themselves and their immediate family. The more peace there is."
- Kryon, of Magentic Service
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4. |
Time of Day
02:59
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I know the world's gone crazy
I know the world could use some help
I know it wont come easy
To sort out one big, living hell
Lets start with all this tension
Let's say we give it peace of mind
Let's say that we're both honest
Let's hope that it works out just
Fine is good to start
But perfect is an art
Some one told me once, we
Love what we can't have
Know what?
I know I sound crazy
But give me the time of
Give it the time of day
I know it looks hazy
But give me the time of
Give me the time of day
I know that you feel something
I see the fire 'hind those eyes
I know that you've come down with a
another case of love life su--
Aside from all the cast
Friendship can come last
Someone told me once: we
love what we can't have
Shove it.
I know I sound crazy
But give me the time of
Give it the time of day
I know it looks hazy
But give me the time of
Give me the time of day
I know I sound crazy
But give me the time of
Give it the time of day
I know it looks hazy
But give me the time of
Give me the time of day
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5. |
Stupid Cupid
03:57
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Jack frost has really done it this time around he's
Pulling not only the temperature but my love life down
I'm hoping something comes along to thaw this frozen heart here
But the hottest day can only come round once a year
I'm trailed by a stupid cupid
Armed with a bow and a quiver full of qu-tips
Which catch in the wind and whiz right by my heart
Every body from the snowman on is falling in love
Speaking of those sacred vows while I melt in the sun
What I wouldn't give to get a hold of cupid's quiver
But Santa don't deliver match making miracles no more
We're trailed by a stupid cupid
Armed with a bow and a quiver full of matches
Which catch in the wind and whiz right by my heart
We're trailed by a stupid cupid
Armed with a bow and a quiver full of qu-tips
Which catch in the wind and whiz right by my heart
Take the shot, take take the shot
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6. |
Vent
03:07
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I will hold you to your word, I will hold you to your word
I will pin you to the wall with all you wish I never heard
I will watch the kettle boil. I will scheme, I will toil
I will push you out the door when all my stomach knots uncoil
You may think I fall to hard
You don't fall to hard enough
Pre elected by the reelings
Of the hooks that let you off
I pull in but run aground
As you gently sink back down
And I curse the very
Surface of this earth
For being round
I will hold you to the light, I will hang you out to dry
From the filaments you never meant to bind and then untie
I will taste the satisfaction, I will waste not but a fraction
Of my days as all your actions give away your patient lies
I will never stop at nothing if the nothing keeps me bent
Poking holes into my lungs so I can shut my mouth and vent
With the hammer and the sickle, pulling swords from stubborn stones
As per aspera ad astra, viva la revolution
You may think I fall to hard
You don't fall to hard enough
Pre elected by the reelings
Of the hooks that let you off
I pull in but run aground
As you gently sink back down
And I curse the very
Surface of this earth
For being round
But in my final hour, I will wash your feet and cry
Prick my fingers, spread the blood over my cheeks, under my eyes
But this is not my final hour
You may think I fall to hard
You don't fall to hard enough
Pre elected by the reelings
Of the hooks that let you off
I pull in but run aground
As you gently sink back down
And I curse the very
Surface of this earth
For being round
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7. |
Paper Boats
03:20
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Decision decisions decisions.
Every decision is the linch pin
Of a personal revision.
At it's heart: conviction,
An incision in the fission
of tragedy and vision
Like the thought of wading
Through the act of believing that
I may want you.
Every fibre of my being
Is Kicking
And is screaming
And i'm Hoping I wake up from this dreaming
I am a crash and burn Cassanova
So roll over Zorro
Your grave is far to shallow
To narrow me down
I need to split it like the atom
Like a split second
Like a split moon
I'm splitting it apart
I am a wisher on stars.
I am a skipper of stones across the vast
Lakes of loves and lovers.
I stake out a solemn little spit of shore
And watch my skipping pebble
Ripple and spring on the puddle's
Sexual Surface tension.
Sexual surface tension
I am a crash and burn Cassanova
So roll over Zorro
Your grave is far to shallow
To narrow me down
I need to split it like the atom
Like a split second
Like a split moon
I'm splitting it apart
To hear those angels
Hear them angels
I am a crash and burn Cassanova
So roll over Zorro
Your grave is far to shallow
To narrow me down
I can't recall a calmer water
And I do nott know if flaws recover
I only know that little boys,
like paper boats,
Were designed to sink
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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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