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Strange Imagination
04:15
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STRANGE IMAGINATION
Running now but you don’t know where you’re running to and you can’t stop
Looking back but there’s nothing worth you looking back on so don’t you
Show me some strange imagination
A taste of wonder from divine inspiration
A little bump to shake and wake the system
Of a drained and burned out communion
I try, but I can’t beat the condition
Not for lack of true determination
Won’t you gift me with a supreme vision
To lift the innocent out of this submission?
Spare me the image and the fashion
Empty words that are said with no conviction
There’s nothing bold about your contribution
No passion in ignorant collusion
Show me some strange imagination
Something fearless that quakes at the foundation
Something earnest to break us from the prison:
Streamed illusion that binds us to our station
You’re running now, but you don’t know where
You’re looking back, but there’s nothing there
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Get Me Going
03:35
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GET ME GOING
We went to the drive in double feature screen
I brought wine and blankets, you brought a bag of sweet
Silver flashes of Manhattan and a man vs. a machine
I always loved the pictures, but I never caught a scene
You see, whatever flick that they're showing
You get me going
Now you spend your nights beside me in the park
Rosy cheeks puff your daddy's green with me in the dark
A rosary rattles in the pocket of your jeans
We rolled and laughed out on the grass under the willow tree
So we slip home late tiptoeing
You get me going
We went to a soiree when we were overseas
Put my keys into a jar, we checked out a striptease
Everyone was looking for the hot new ways to please
Getting their knees deep with some kinky foreign squeeze
No matter the party that they're throwing
You get me going
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Blending Blue
04:28
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BLENDING BLUE (IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS)
Lie with me ‘til the morning comes
Roll to work, I’ll drop you at home
The radio’s on, you tap your feet
Sing out of key, but you never miss a beat
I feel like a prince in pauper’s clothes
Gas station joe and old steel toes
It’s the little things that pull me through
And keep my colours from blending blue
I don’t know just what I’d do
If I didn’t have you to turn me around
Whenever I’m down
Slip away, just for a while
Leave this race and all our trials
The radio’s on, you clap your hands
Know all the words, but you can’t name the band
I’ve toiled so long with naught to show
Feel like a god out on the open road
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Dusty Highway
04:12
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DUSTY HIGHWAY
Ain’t it funny how it works?
Wanted it better, but I made it worse
This foolish wash of words is tired and lost, wishing for worth
I long for the calm of the highway before the sun rises
I’m worn and waiting for more
Counting hours, selling days
Memories blend and fade like paint
I’ll write my name on the side of a train
And hope you get stopped at the tracks
As it passes by you’ll wonder why I left and if I’ll come on back
I long for the calm of the highway before the sun rises
I’m just trying to find my way
Love’s come and gone, I’m running
I’m worn and waiting for more
Counting hours, selling days
Memories blend and fade like paint
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Flowshine Calgary, Alberta
Flowshine crafts music at the edge of the Canadian Rockies and spends a lot of time in a van.
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