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So Called John
03:34
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This is the story of a dangerous fool
I guess we could call him John
Counted his losses too steep to climb
And in the mornin' he was gone
Living off the strip in the city of dreams
Became a game he would never win
So he headed out into the desert
With a pistol and a bottle of gin
He kept his eyes on the road ahead
Like he had his whole sorry life
He didn't care about the expectant girlfriend
Or the wife that he left behind
In a deep purple suit sunfaded and worn
A beacon in a smokey back room
He drank his last bill and the air was still
When he stepped out beneath the moon
He cried it's cold in the twilight
And I've spent my final dime
I'm waiting for the reaper
And I sure hope they is kind
Fuel ran out on the side of the road
So he slept there beneath the stars
A coyote howled at the rock in the sky
And it echoed low and far
A fistful of gin the desert wind
With the barrel on top of his tongue
But his gambling soul had dice to roll
So he waited for the mornin' come
As it rose above that jagged horizon
All it was was red and round
In it's unending rotation
There was no truth to be found
So Called John knew he could not run
So he waited for the thirst and the violence to come
Cursing the day and the sky
And the stupid sun
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Circle of Life
03:25
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Shame shame shame
What a way to get some kicks
Willing but unable
An unstable unreliable dick
Sat 'fore the bottle when I see the light
At the end of the tunnel
At the end of the night
When the sun comes up
I'm dumb and I'm flawed
And I am a god
In the morning I'll take a short one
To quell a shake
I ain't got much to give to this world
I'm just a thief on the take
Waves of nauseating paranoia
And I won't let them in
I'll piss on the sparks
Before a fire can begin
And I'll never dry off
I'm dumb and I'm flawed
And I am a god
I found poetry on the barstool
But I've forgotten it there
There down and under the volcano
And almost falling off my chair
Soon I'll be lying in a puddle of myself
Or I'll be dying in a stranger's house
Day dreaming as it hits
I flash back to something I tried to forget
I've been runnin' in denial and in style
Now here I sit with my regrets
The end is nigh
And the money's run out
Driftin' terrified and filled with doubt
Amidst the failure and the strife
And I'm expected to be honest and right
When I'm wrapped up in the circle of...
The circle of life
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Kristian North Montreal, Québec
Kristian North eviscerates the very notion of restraint with a maximalist sci-fi epic grounded in the sounds of ‘70s soul, funk, and disco, with dizzying detours into the wildly disparate realms of rock opera, show tunes, and Hawaiian-tinged country, culminating in an assemblage that defies categorization. ... more
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