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Liminal Space
03:39
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I never watched the seasons change while sheltering in place
I came to know the forest like I came to know your face
That path became a lifeline and your love became my grace
Never did you falter in that liminal space
In that liminal space
We came up for every passing wave
The mirror held up to us when we found the children’s graves
We said that black lives matter, but white lives matter more
We convoluted freedom, then joined another war
In that liminal space
Tears became a stain on my face as it aged
Standing on the threshold we determined what to save
The concert hall fell silent was we re-set the stage
But I still can’t pay my bills living on an artists wage
In this liminal space
I found my place in the space between
Pushed the edges stretched the seams
With a bit of a stagger and a running lean
I come to you from the space between
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2. |
All in the Letter
03:55
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Who did he, who did he, who did he, who did he
Think it was, that smeared his name
Was it long blonde hair and the trusting air of the innocent
Was it hard to know better when they just let her out of the gate?
Was it being told that he was too old for anything?
It was all in the letter, it was all too late
Who did he, who did he, who did he, who did he
Think would win, that kind of game
Where spinning lies was his disguise for the passion play
That stole her youth with the grizzle of his age?
Did she believe the loving words he wrote for her?
It was all in the letters, it was all too late
Who did he, who did he, who did he, who did he
Think was next, that he could tame?
Selfishness, betrayal, promiscuity
Her memory was tangled and dismayed
Distance grew with all she knew who cared for her
It was all in the letter, it was all too late
I’ll grow up and marry the boy next door
We’ll have three kids, maybe we’ll have four
White dress and a picket fence for me
Perfect life for the perfect family
Who did he, who did he, who did he, who did he
Think he was, to act that way?
That prison fence was the consequence of his tyranny
Of a list of women deafened by his rage
Of using words to threaten and for punishment
It was all in the letter, it was all too late
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Floating Face Down
03:51
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I was floating face-down on the Thames again, I was headed for the sea
I passed under London Bridge and the water tasted pretty good to me
The night had begun for the theatre crowd, it was full of fury and sound
But I didn’t hear ‘cause I was facing down
I was floating face-down on the Thames again, I was wearing my mother’s dress
I bumped into bottles and soda cans, I gathered them to make myself a nest
Up on the stage the players played and a hand reached for my gown
But I didn’t see ‘cause I was facing down
Down to the river we went down to the river, merrily on our way
Down to the river my love and I, merry on a late summer day
We rowed that boat, down the stream
We gently made our way
With no one around to hear my scream
Or see him rowing away
I was floating face-down on the Thames again as the theatre was letting out
The players had strutted their hour and no one knew what the story was about
It turned out the fool with his dusty death was clearly not a clown
But I didn’t care ‘cause I’d already drowned
Down to the river we went down to the river, merrily on our way
Down to the river my love and I, merry on a late summer day
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Better Days Ahead
03:21
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I watched from the wings as he entered our hall
When he stood on our stage I was shattered
I told my daughters to be brave and stand tall
There will be better days
There will be better days
Whispers of a melody came over the sea
Voices to lighten the darkest of mornings
Ascending a chorus that championed our need
There will be better days
There will be better days
Standing together we watched the one fall
Who preyed on the bruised and the battered
Why should my daughters be made to feel small?
There will be better days
There will be better days
There will be better days
There will be better days
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Sinking Ship
03:38
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Lightening flashes, thunder rolls
Mackenzie lowlands, taking hold
I will not cower at your breath
All who suffer find peace in death
Blow your whistle call my name
You and I will never be the same
Cut the rope let go your grip
You cannot save a sinking ship
Muddy water comin’ down
Silt and satin stain my gown
Muddy water rising high
Bow your head boy, as I drift by
Rope and saddle come undid
Horse thief knot and a drowning kid
Tattered tarp and loosened hip
Try to save that sinking ship
Make an offer of broken bone
My resistance now exposed
Wager I lost, it’s the river’s deal
So I surrender to the Keele
Patch the holes and mend the sail
Grab the bucket, start to bail
Grab the gunnel, make the flip
All abandon the sinking ship
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Evelyn
02:51
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Ten years passed since I traced the lines of Evelyn’s face
She’s not aged it’s me that’s changed but in the same old place
She’s throwing off the undergrowth and still maintains her grace
I feel like time is standing still when I stare at her
A decade of my life gone by and here I am again
To say goodbye to Evelyn
Say goodbye to Evelyn
Ten years ago if I had known I’d still be here
I’d have never come, I’d have turned and run, there’d be too much fear
The dogwood and the roses grow to keep her company
Can I tell her all that’s happened since she last saw me
A decade of this life gone by and here I am again
To say goodbye to Evelyn
Say goodbye to Evelyn
When ten years pass I’ll remember the night you traced my face
Will your lips recall the love they left, each kiss you placed?
In throwing off the undergrowth we still maintained our grace
A decade of this life gone by and here I am again
To say goodbye from Evelyn
Say goodbye from Evelyn
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Empty Bottles
03:59
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I reach out for empty bottles, stacked against the wall
Spare them please if I should stumble, do not let them fall
I came down to the cellar, as fire rained from the sky
I pass my fingers over bottles, find one that isn’t dry
There’s an urgency to this plan
If you can hear me, please come if you can
There’s an urgency to this plan
There’s a man in the house with a gun in his hand
We are 20,000 leagues beneath a war I cannot see
20,000 leagues beneath a war I cannot see
Feel my way up to the attic, brick and knife in hand
Sea of Flames in my pocket, silent as I can
Father tells me to be careful as music plays for the dead
Below the rubble someone listens, hears the words I’ve said
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Red Brick Buildings
03:23
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Red brick buildings in a row, cedar hedge and maple grow
Watch the children come and go from the red brick buildings in a row
Jumpin’ on a waterbed, one fell off and bumped his head
Mamma yellin’ from the dead, but they don’t hear a goddamn word she said
Come home when the streetlights come on
Supper time in summer
I gotta go ‘cause I hear my mom
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear, can’t you hear
Or are you too far from home?
Waiting for that yellow bus, the back is the best and the kids all rush
Older kids gonna spit on us, at the back of the yellow bus
Climbin’ up that water tower, strip the ghosts of all their power
Fearless in his falling hour, climbing up that water tower
Red brick buildings in a row, hoppin’ scotch and skipping rope
Cigarettes and late night shows, call my mom to take me home
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9. |
Come the Rain
03:11
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Come the rain to this forest
The sky has settled into grey
All of the pain I felt this morning
Says it’s here to stay
All the weight, hard and heavy
Stops to take a rest
Day after day, please won’t you let me
Take this off of my chest
But the pain won’t go and the rain keeps on flowin’
And lines creep onto my skin
It could turn to snow, I could stop thinking of going
Let winter settle in
The sound of my voice, the words that run through me
Time to go away
It comes out as noise, so don’t listen to me
It’s just another day
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Time by the Moon
03:03
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I fell in love with you keeping time by the moon
That Moon Time Waltz playing for you
I fell in love with you keeping time by the moon
That Moon Time Waltz playing for you
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Kate Weekes
Kate Weekes is a songwriter, singer and instrumentalist based in the Gatineau Hills of Quebec. Her songs reflect time spent canoeing the rivers of northern Canada, living as a dog musher exploring life as much as possible. Kate has released 3 solo albums alongside collaborative projects and singles. ... more
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