We find strength in our reflection of the intimate devotion
So personal it pulls us into infinite emotion


Out in the bush where the dark dances with the light
Our strength might kill us in the thickest part of night
So let's gather round the fire
find our eyes through the smokey haze
Tell some stories fun and dire
as we scheme for better days

We perch along the edge of this ridge across the shield
seeing signs of the end of times
 wondering how this wound can ever be healed

The born again the survivalist and folks moving back to the land
this place is a magnet to the outsider and the creative artisan


So get out your guitar and get out your drum
stamp your foot to the rhythm and let your vocal chords hum



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the life force is tenatious
have we become ingracious
losing track of what could of been
can we crater crawl up outta this dream

what's at stake is us
and everything we hold dear
don't want to make a fuss
but this crisis is coming clear

are we a guest
that's outstayed our welcome
an annoying pest
that's forgotten where we come from

can we make the change
a civilized rearrange
get our shit together
bring our mind to measure

subject to the heart's pull
step along the time curl
navigate the people flow
 decentralized control


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You Make Me 

You make me,
stupidly happy

I just want to be
swallowed up in glee

Everything I see,
Shines clear and free


the glint in your eye is my wishing star
feeling inspiration just by seeing who you are

The future is a vast expanse,
let's wander this path, no particular plans


Piled high with gifts and bonus points
the tales of life that the soul anoints

Surface touch the greater than
When you do just what you can


a gentle hug to relax some of the barriers
the connections that we make can touch many layers

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country confetti


the snow can make a mess
but at least it's gonna melt
when the puddle is all gone
those chips will still be dealt

little chips of wood, chewed up by the chainsaw
better buck up those logs, keep us warm through the spring thaw

you can sweep it, you can shake it
you can do a little dance
it's still sticking to your socks
and it's still sticking to your pants

but whatever it is you do
that country confetti
will still be stuck all over you


there goes the plow, who's gonna shovel the plug
the neighbor cleared it with a snowblow, bless their beautiful mug

one look at the thermometer is gonna make you shreik
when the snow stops scrunching and it starts to squeak

don't grab that metal with your bare hand
it'll burn ya for sure, feel like a fire brand

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