1. |
Share Me Some Shoulder
03:54
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Share me some shoulder,
share me some pain.
March we together,
casket flag draped.
Casket heavy,
casket weight to bear;
Share me some shoulder,
rain me some tear.
My boots are heavy; (x3)
I’ll carry that weight
Share me lonely,
share me kiss goodbye.
Share me job description
in action me die.
Casket heavy,
casket weight to bear.
Share me some shoulder,
rain me some tear.
My boots are muddy; (x3)
I’ll carry that weight
March me two steps,
march me lullaby;
march me my child,
march me to her eyes.
March me forgiveness,
march me embrace,
march me the fuck
out of this place.
My heart is heavy.
My heart is muddy.
My heart is heavy.
I’ll carry that weight.
Share me some shoulder,
share me some pain.
March we together,
casket flag draped.
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2. |
Emma's Lullaby
04:03
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Sleep,
you’re safe,
to close your eyes.
Shut, shut out,
shut out
the light.
That seeps
beneath
your door at night.
Close
your eyes.
Shut out
the light.
Lullabye,
I sing tonight.
My voice, my arms,
yours, yours alone.
If
your dreams
cause you to wake.
Cry,
cry out,
I’ll be by your side.
With arms,
to hold,
shoulders for tears.
Cry,
cry out,
I’m right here.
Lullabye,
I sing tonight.
My voice, my arms,
yours, yours alone.
Sleep,
you’re safe,
to close your eyes.
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3. |
All At Once
03:32
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We’re still uncomfortable
in our skin, and the place
goosebumps
touch in between.
Our touch, tentative,
still hesitates;
reaching out, eyes closed,
like the first time.
And we blush.
And we smile.
Embrace vulnerable.
Comforted in our join skin,
all at once.
Recall your lips:
beneath street light, we kiss;
electric storm
in the distance.
In our embrace
we shake;
love shivers
through our veins.
And we blush.
And we smile.
Embrace vulnerable.
Comforted in our joined skin,
all at once.
And we’ll never be
perfectly
matched.
And for that
we’re perfect.
We’re still uncomfortable
in our skin, and the place
goosebumps
touch in between.
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4. |
Break All To Pieces
04:16
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I will see
everything you want me to
be;
believe, I’ll shrink
into the space you leave for me.
It’s easy, you’ll see;
to bend to blend avoid breaking
all to pieces.
Circus sideshow,
distract from the eyes emphasize the unknown.
Don’t ask, I won’t show,
social contract to suffer alone.
It’s easy, you’ll see;
to bend to blend avoid breaking
all to pieces.
I believe,
cracks in the shell tell all the stories.
Ugly-beauty; forever begins confronted by averted eyes.
See me; see me,
pieces broken put back
together again.
I will see,
it’s easy.
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See the storm accumulate through the storms,
accept we’ll dig out in the morn;
if we’re lucky we’ll be frozen in.
Accept what we can’t change, dig in.
Disappear.
Red wine with abandon, no consequence,
snow drifts will cover what’s better left
in the gutter, swept up in spring.
We disappear from we can’t see.
Disappear.
Morning, head throbbing, we come to realize,
day reveals our shadows from the night.
Not even this snow can cover our pain;
accept what we can’t change.
Accept what we can’t change.
Accept what we can’t change.
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6. |
This Tree
04:43
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See me in this tree.
See me in this tree.
That's where I'll be.
See me in this tree.
You are my leaves,
always here with me.
In you I'm living.
See me in this tree.
See. Me. In. This. Tree.
At once we are seeds.
With time weathered trees.
The wisdom of rings,
weakened by what time brings.
See. Me. See. Me. In. This. Tree.
I have stood
here all my life.
Now you stand:
cast new shadow,
cast new light.
Cast new shadow,
cast new light.
See me in this tree. You are my leaves.
See me in this tree. Always here with me.
That's where I'll be, in you I'm living.
See me in this tree. See me in this tree.
See me in this tree. See me in this tree.
See me in this tree. See me in this tree.
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Streetcar Curtsy Ottawa, Ontario
One VOICE, one GUITAR.
Cam Jones is a singer-songwriter, solo-acoustic-electric-
rhytmic-folk-rock evolution based in Ottawa, Canada.
At the heart of Cam's songs is an agenda with words. The poetry of Cam's lyrics is an intentional attempt to diffuse basic structure by bringing the song in every poem to the instrument that rounds them.
"This machine kills fascists." - or, at least, debates them
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