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Once I Was An Astronaut
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Once I was an astronaut, a tribute to the sky.
A foreign football halfback with a diamond in my eye.
But now I'm flying nowhere, and my team has gotten high.
Once I was a fisherman, a farmer of the sea.
A European monarch on the verge of sanity.
But now the sea runs empty, and the world's forgotten me.
It's calling, yeah, it's calling.
I'm everything.
But I don't need anything.
First, I was a poet, and I wrote in verse and prose.
The victim of a witch hunt with the stains upon my clothes.
But now the those words say nothing, and I guess that's how it goes.
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All of us can see you there on your high cloud,
It's going where the wind may take you.
How's the panorama of the things you left behind?
Well, there's no silver lining on this storm you call a home.
So come on back, cut some slack, leave the sky alone.
And just one reminder:
Fool me once, and all the shame on you.
But fool me twice, and every little shame on me.
Falling down with glass in hand,
No where safe and sound to land.
Falling from your cloud so high
The price of want to touch the sky.
So
Take a seat in my van,
Gonna cross this barren land unto the see.
Well
This is how it really is, how it's suppose to be.
And just one reminder:
From Earth to Sky
There'll be no more lies
Just the truth that resides in each others eyes.
But...
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Just One Line
03:59
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Just a flickering reflection and a shard of broken glass.
Just another small reminder of all the things that were never built to last.
Just a few words spoken softly as we read between the lines.
I can't climb these walls around me, but you can break these barriers of mine.
But all I ever wanted is what I cannot hold.
It's sad but true.
It must be you.
I'll say "Good-bye!", it's just one line.
A million eyes with just one mind.
I can wit until the morning, I can wait until the night.
All I ever do is wait here and think about how to tell from wrong and right.
Like a prison guard beside me, I will never need the rest.
Still, I know that this won't happen.
So I'll just give you some and take the rest.
But all I want to buy here is what has just been sold.
It's sad but true.
And this is you.
I am just a finger pointing at the moon.
I am not the moon.
So I'll just say "Good-bye!"
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Dignify
04:35
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While you're laughing, wipe away the tears, lest you go blind.
Thanks for asking, but for all these years, I still can't unwind.
It's not the where, it's not the how, it's not the why.
It must be up there in the sky.
Let me down, and dignify the answer
Let me down, and dignify it all.
Incidentally, this is what I mean by crippling intention.
Bring it back now, can't you even try to take in all dimension?
A gentle breeze, a silent prayer, a knowing smile.
You must have known this all the while.
Insecurity, lack of any purity or pride.
How it use to be, back before the sanity went dry.
Come in closer, whisper in my ear the truth that must be told.
I'm on your side, but for all these years, the truth has turned to cold.
This one-way street, this empty load, this broken light.
This dark complexion turned to white.
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Dirty Shore
03:19
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The wine bottle is open, better pour another round.
I know you're not a fan of pacing.
And all these sorrows, they must be really hard to drown.
You're never going to win this race you're racing.
Am I the only one that keeps on moving?
He's a big fish in a small pond, known for taking it outside.
Says there's one, and only one, conclusion.
And he claims that he's better now, even though he's only selling mags,
But that's his Maritime solution.
Am I the only one that keeps on moving?
Stay.
You're not that far away.
The tide will know your dirty shore someday.
I'll go,
And you will never show
The need to leave your dirty shore, oh no.
This place breeds the movers, and we know they cannot stay.
But there is only one end they will ever know.
And the folks that keep on moving only seem to go half-way,
Never thinking there's an answer past Lake Ontario.
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Crying (for Victoria)
04:32
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"You don't know my name, but I'll make sure that this will change.
Soon it will be shining on the marquee.
I started far away without that much to say.
Now, all in our naivety, will get things under way!"
Lying on this cold wood floor, I don't think I can take much more.
Take these toys away, and let's start moving.
I have to get away, but all that you can say is,
"Learn to breathe, learn to breathe."
But when I try to breathe down low, all those walls just stay right where they are.
Am I the only one moving on, and who isn't crying?
This time I will ask, "Is this the proper task?"
Keeping me at number three to live behind a mask
While limelight goes to Golden Boys and Giants in the Sky.
My true voice is left behind, and life just passes by.
But now that voice is coming back in a world of chords and melody.
And it's good to see that life carries on without the crying.
You are still my friends.
Comrades 'til the end.
Take a breathe and take my hand. Now at least we understand.
Maybe that's what led me here across this sky and land.
Dreams of fame I never had, now trapped inside my head.
But the cold winds roam and take me home,
And I think of all you said.
And every word that came in between
And the souls that fell who are no more seen
And everyone who rose up above
And those who saw a glimpse of love
And those who hold a torch in the night
And those who can't tell wrong from right
And those who learned to breathe down low
And keep on crying.
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Divide
03:55
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The wind is cold, but the fan is on.
My face as hot as the day is long.
Sweat pours off my brow.
My stomach creeks and cracks like a haunted house.
Come into the room, and the searing is lifted.
Still, your thoughts betray you, your weight has been shifted.
And though I haven't died,
You flaunt down the street like I was never alive.
And you and I and all that we divide.
And now we're back in the light of day
And gossip's all you have to say.
In one ear an out.
To the cult on the page you're far more devout.
So I tear up this paper like a million before it.
It's fallen off the poster board where all can adore it.
And though the show goes on,
You talk of your deeds like you were never gone.
So let me be the first to admit
That I never cared to much for it.
I feel cleaner now,
To be out of the city as far as you'll allow.
The home that still calls me has a grip unending.
A place I escaped that I'm now defending.
And though I cannot stay,
You claim I'll be back when everything's OK.
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The Jerk
03:35
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Just another dog-day afternoon.
Summer's far away like the face in the mid-day moon.
It's clear, but not all-there.
Leave the house, I'm feeling kinda low.
Try to start a fire to star in another show.
I walk into the lair.
Sitting, screaming, tied and bound.
Aimless, pointless, make no sound,
And things will be alright
If I crawl into your feeble mind
I could try to find the gears to make you unwind
Into a living soul.
Yet you keep on angering my heart.
Set my mind on fire, I'll tear your soul apart
And I will take control.
If you try to say those words again,
I will show you a new definition of terrible pain,
And leave you on the street.
Yet I just came home and wrote it down.
You won't be so lucky of someone else comes around
And you'll lie at his feet.
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150
01:35
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Some Kind Of Sign
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Looks like we finally made it,
And it seems like it's about damn time.
And though I don't know for sure what's behind this darkened door,
There must be some kind of sign.
Some kind of sign.
I've seen the mountains and highways.
I've seen the oceans and plains.
Capture this light, I know it's alright.
Looks Like we're at it again.
And when you're here with me
I can finally breathe.
And all I've ever wished for
And all I'll ever be
Means very little in the end
If it's only me
Without you.
I'll hold your naked body.
I'll try to keep you warm.
And though I don't really know why we never see the snow,
I'll keep you safe from the storm.
You hold the key, I'm at the doorway.
You need to help me get inside,
Though we're both lost with eyes open wide.
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Lion And Lamb
04:46
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Hey my friend, why are you turning?
We are safe here, still the rain keeps pouring down against my skin.
All this time and we're not learning
What we need to know to make us grow and never start again.
But what can I say
To make this lamb and lion turn my way?
And what can I do
To force this lamb and lion out of you?
Keep on driving through the valley.
Take the wheel, steel shatters, and still you see I cannot sleep.
Return this image to the alley
And leave behind, where none can find, the secrets that we keep.
You're the one out of control
Out of control.
I'll take the wheel and take control
I'll take control.
This lion takes control
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Shelter From The Calm
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Leaves begin to fall with the autumn wind
The howl of a siren song
Engages me again, like an ocean floor
To a ship, and its course gone wrong.
Lead me out the door, and my face is cold.
My eyes harbour freezing tears.
Man against the chill, and the violent storm.
The rage of a thousand years.
Carry me, carry me
To a shelter from the calm.
Clouds begin to fade into clear blue skies
And all the birds begin to sing.
Calmness overhead, and I can't deny
The pain that the sun can bring.
Carry me, carry me
To a shelter from the calm.
Ocean to the mountain, prairie to the ice.
Safe from the dullness of time.
Time to take me home to my lover's arms.
That's where the answer lies...
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Andrew Newton Halifax, Nova Scotia
Singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist.
Blending rock, folk, progressive rock, funk, and musical theatre.
Currently based out of Halifax, Nova Scotia.
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