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Before
Before the gate has been closed
Before the last question's posed
Before I am transposed, before I am transposed
Before the weeds fill the gardens
Before there are no more pardons
Before the concrete hardens
Before the concrete hardens
Before the flute holes are all covered
Before things are locked in the cupboard
Before the rules are discovered
Before the rules are discovered
Before the conclusion is planned
Before God closes her hand
Before we have nowhere--
nowhere to stand
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This Hotel
04:04
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We're the only guests in this hotel
No-one at the desk and no valet
No concierge and no bellhop
Empty rooms, below, above, in this hotel
No-one at the door to take our bags
Leave them in the lobby, they'll be safe
Though standing here all dressed in rags
Open up our arms now to show a bright blue sky
Open up our eyes now and see no you, no I
Empty rooms, below, above, in this hotel
Look beyond your face, I see a crowd
Look into your eyes, I see a cloud
Drifting free, changing shape, let's escape
Touch our hands together and feel the walls dissolve
Be nowhere forever, and watch this world revolve
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We're all staring at a phone - did anybody call?
No one wants to be alone, crawling up a wall
With no domain at all, gnawing on a stone
What's your party? Everybody needs a domain.
What's your word worth if it changes like the rain?
We're a thin, organic form waiting for a bus,
longing for communion, hoping for an us,
while bound up in a truss, coming all undone
What's your party? Everybody needs a domain.
On this party line, communication is insane.
This cut-and-paste communication is so frustrating, the
king of doublespeak is laughing in his White counting House.
Divide and conquer with each 28-word tweet,
ignoring all the kick-me signs on his seat.
And every court has a king with a jester but sometimes
the king himself is the fool
All these keyboards that we use, the miles of pages scrolled
If truth is only what we choose from everything we're told,
emotion wants to hold what logic should refuse
What's your party? Everybody needs a domain.
Make your mind up, will you wind up doing this again?
The public chooses and the truth is just for losers, as the
prince of making shit up sits up in his White counting House
Those jobs he promised is just something that he said
And all the money-making is for him instead
Everybody needs a domain
Public body, maybe we should just refrain.
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Christopher Warren Toronto, Ontario
Wise, funny, sad, joyful, astute, Chris Warren is a songwriter whose words span the world but whose voice speaks heart to heart. A literary songwriter, he brings words with the sophistication of a Leonard Cohen to a melodic scope reminiscent of Elliott Smith or Elvis Costello. Warren has created a body of work that speaks urgently to our times and to you. ... more
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