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Tell-tale Quiver
06:32
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Tell - tale Quiver
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A tell - tale quiver
in a lawyer's lip
in the eye of a bigot
an ambulance parked
lit but left vacant
in the corner of telegraph trail
coyotes yipping
yowling and howling
in the thin strip of wood still standing
a lovely child
you're waiting for the stars to go cold
the Fraser to run dry
for these trees to turn to coal
our only sun to die
cause then it'll be just you and I
cause then it'll be just you and I
cause then it'll be just you and I
floating through a void of silk and sighs
having fitful dreams of this awful life
from our sad cocoon in the night
in the night
in the night
did you think there'd be a dragon?
did you think you'd swing your sword?
Did you think about the ones you left?
about the ones still yet to come?
there's more to life than just the flight
Lord knows what you thought you'd do
and the Lord keeps his thoughts to himself
just like you're keeping yours, too
I'll give you one of mine for free
I know you don't need me
I can only give you what I have
and I only want what you can give
I'm just a thunderstorm,
on Lake Huron trying to write about you
but how can I write about you?
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2. |
Like A Thief
07:16
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poem / lyrics by Asad Dhaumya
Thief In The Knight
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like a thief in the night
like a thief in the night
like a thief in the night
the infant
like a thief in the night
like a thief in the night
the infant stole himself away,
crawling headlong into a terrifying darkness,
with no coforts of the milky black of the womb.
he has 13 minutes left
he has 13 minutes left
he has 13 minutes left
before he would forget
the language of the angels,
as well as his role, in the upcoming mutiny.
he has 13 minutes left
our heavenly father,
drunk on creation,
has Saint Jude wearing the finest of cloths,
while his children remain naked and hungry.
in 11 minutes he will forget
in 11 minutes he will forget
in 11 minutes he will forget his role,
having chosen to relay Gabriel's message
instead of knowing the serenity of a stillbirth.
9 minutes, despair burrows inside him,
there is not enough time.
he whose name is a feeling and
not yet a word stills himself.
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3. |
Thunderstorm
07:28
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Thunderstorm
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I'm just a thunderstorm
on Lake Huron trying to write about you
but how can I write about you?
you say you're guitting again
and I think I might too
ants crawling along your floor
and your neighbour's crying
you used to tell me I'm home
I don't know what's changed
lightning flash on the lake, and you roll away
yea, no, I'm okay,
I just got smoke in my eye
yea, no, I'm okay,
I just got smoke in my eye
I'm just a thunderstorm
on Lake Huron trying to write about you
but how can I write about you?
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4. |
Collecting Bones
06:12
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Collecting Bones
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I've been having this dream about collecting bones
up to lake banook, along the road
my roomate says that it's clear
that it's clear
that it's clear
I don't know what I'm doing here
that it's clear
I always liked you as a brunette
when was the last time? I forget
I forget
I forget
o radiation burns on the top of your cheeks
this is some rain, hell, I'd call it sleet
I start to miss home
while yer smoking on the phone
yes, it's raining here as well
mes calls yous bebop because
you are the best thing ever
to reveal itself to mes
distant wailing of a train
steam rising from a bathroom
window in november rain
face lit only by streetlights
checkengine washerfluid
lowfuel lightindicators
sad song of hands nails & teeth
blues to fire diron bronze
dirges for facesbooks & tweets
mes calls yous bebop because
you are the best thing ever happen
to reveal itself to mes
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5. |
Tide Pool
07:40
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Tide Pool
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tidepool eye of the night, argent daughter,
sister of the sun and mother of months,
wetnurse of mountains, rivers and woods,
in whose power all places are vaunted
silver-tongued goddess, climbing low heavens,
crawling with scoundrels, replete with venom,
spill your tea, my crescent moon
unravel your psalms and drink deep
and drink deep
and drink deep
a fixed-gaze mirror peppered with asteroids
graveyard to rovers with absent fathers
pin-prick in the night’s endless navy duvet
tidepool eye of the night, argent daughter,
sister of the sun and mother of months,
wetnurse of mountains, rivers and woods,
in whose power all places are vaunted
silver-tongued goddess, climbing low heavens,
crawling with scoundrels, replete with venom,
spill your tea, my crescent moon
unravel your psalms and drink deep
drink deep
drink deep
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6. |
That's Not My Knife
07:24
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
That's Not My Knife
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Remember the last time x3
You say you never see me in your dreams
Remember the last time?
You say you never see me in your dreams
Remember the last time?
I walked right through that lake
I came out dripping wet, flash of steel and bone
and then you yelled at me, wouldn't even drive me home
Well, that's not my knife
That's not my knife
That's not my knife, that's not my knife
Remember the last time, you asked how could I eat
all of that meat, coming out of a cage?
I said they know nothing else
to them their cramps are home
You say you never see me in your dreams
You say you never see me in your dreams
You say you never see me in your dreams
Remember the last time?
I walked right through that lake
I came out dripping wet, flash of steel and bone
and then you yelled at me, wouldn't even drive me home
Well, that's not my knife
That's not my knife
That's not my knife, that's not my knife
That's not my knife, that's not my knife
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7. |
Cutting My Hair
07:36
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Cutting My Hair
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then the cymbals wash, and the train overblow
and you're telling me something, with your eyes aglow
she's cutting your hair, cutting your hair, once again
she's cutting your hair
and bruce is at your feet
he barks with his whole body, and nips at your knees
I'm getting high again, yeah I'm trying to write again
but no matter what I do, the songs are still about you
"well, if you're the bear, I guess that I'm the steam
rising from last night's fire, doused with kokanee"
"that don't make a lick of sense, why do you talk like that way?"
"I think it's stunted growth, or insecurity"
I'm getting drunk again, yeah I'm trying to paint again
insecurity x3
then the cymbals wash, and the train overblow
and you're telling me something, with your eyes aglow
she's cutting your hair, cutting your hair, once again
she's cutting your hair, once again
"well, if you're the bear, I guess that I'm the steam
rising from last night's fire, doused with kokanee"
she's cutting your hair, once again
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8. |
Harlequins
05:07
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Harlequins
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the sun yawns and is buried
by a late winter
roosting birds yell their cold chorus
to the harlequins
digits freeze
digits freeze
digits freeze
down the stares and below the
l the text overcast quarts
now beaming crimson
while mud-tracking
down the stares and below the
text lay overcast quarts
now beaming crimson.
some moons glitter harsh in his wake;
[star-ripped, iris shrinks and bleeds ink]
boots dancing with nightingales and
adulterous lake to the song
of charred voyage and cooled braziers.
concrete plains drowning
in petroleum rain
a huckleberry growing from
the corpse of a chevrolet
blank walls choke on butterflies
that know not their names
skies seemingly angry
full of moons and bugs
suddenly appear full of moons and butterflys
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9. |
Boots and Paws
06:21
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poem / lyrics by Eli Wallis
Boots and Paws
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boots and paws pound out rhythms
for storms to drone and winds to blow
knives and teeth in united humppa...
canines drop off at my pace but like
a Chilean miner, I escape
drowned trees reach for crows
small trophy skulls set in rows
nelson keeps his square quite neat
a sanctum, six feet by six feet
skies fall in jagged pieces
the hemlock is still steeping
chattering glass and tired cars
hearing echoes of distant wars
boots and paws pound out rhythms
for storms to drone and winds to howl
knives and teeth in united humppa...
canines drop off at my pace but like
a Chilean miner, I escape
drowned trees reach for crows
small trophy skulls set in rows
nelson keeps his square quite neat
a sanctum, six feet by six feet
boots and paws pound out rhythms
for storms to drone and winds to howl
knives and teeth in unison humppa...
skies fall in jagged pieces
the hemlock is still steeping
chattering glass and tired cars
hearing echoes of distant wars
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In Fuse Vancouver, British Columbia
08/22/2022
Vancouver Art Gallery
750 Hornby Street Vancouver BC.
In Fuse music performance for Evelyn
Roth installation
10/15/2021
Vancouver Outsider Arts Festival
The Roundhouse Community Arts and Recreation Centre Theatre
In Fuse group music and dance performance.
07/21/2016
"Talking Trees"
Kits Community Hall, 2305 West 7th Ave. Vancouver.
In Fuse music performance and Dance.
... more
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