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34,300 hockey gloves In 1994
Fell off the injured Hyundai (hyun day) Seattle
And made their way to shore
A large group sailing together
Made land in Barkley Sound
Took More than a year lost at sea
To reach the beaches they were found
Well the gloves are off my dear they’re off
The gloves are off my dear
Most came ashore in North America
Some held out to Hawaii
Some rode pacific currents
Into the south china sea
And some might still be out there
unable to retire
Encrusted with marine life
A drift inside a gyre
It’s a metaphor for humanity
Lost at sea and tired
Unable to escape our fate
A drift inside a gyre
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Flotsam
04:29
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Life is a shipping lane I find my self riding for weeks at a time.
I sometimes sleep through the swells and the saline smells while the seagulls cry
They say it’s all relative it’s all drifting by as I hang in my niche
Overcast skies turn to star-spoiled nights and it makes me feel brief
But you are flotsam floating
Unexpected, unspoiled, and without claim
Life is a sinking ship that keeps plodding along it’s original course
The leak is so slow that you don’t even notice that time’s running out
When you become aware you’ll appreciate, in despair, this precarious spot
You can bail with force but the ship is so large that there’s no keeping up
I’ve been noticing
That it’s all the same
And our beds are made
Except your this thing
That makes it okay
And you are flotsam
Floating
Unexpected
Indeterminate
In a world that is exploiting all the good things
You’re unspoiled
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Islet Off An Aisle
04:25
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There’s a lonely lighthouse keeper all alone but for his cat
And although he’s a gentle man the cat kills anything it can
We’re two little birds on our islet off an aisle
In the closing of our time
We’re the last two of our kind
I don’t know how we could have seen this
There’s are hunters here between us
Here to take us to our end
Sad havoc is the child of the newly minted wild
Here to flush out all our weakness with selection given sleekness
It’s a tragedy our wings have become vestigial things
And the only talk of flying is just a metaphor for dying
Call it natural naiveté
It’s not natural selection
After an epoch of solitude
We’re moving in a new direction
The story’s kind of murky as these things tend to be
There was more than just one person and plural feline agency
There’s distortion in the details; an entanglement of blame
It’s a story of fortuity that happens every single day.
And the outcome is the same
I don’t know how we could have seen this
There are reapers here between us
Here to take us to our end
Come to take us to our end
And they will take us to our end
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Current
02:16
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Pacific Altar-place
04:03
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I dreamt the world is on fire
And there this great pacific gyre
Beared the wrath of its ash
You know the word is a liar
And the truth lies on a pyre.
black smoke swirling burning fast
Sleeping through the storm
Spinning all around, unaware,
undisturbed and warm
Completely unprepared
For the fury bearing down
It’s time to wake up.
I saw it from space
Embers of an alter-place
Which was not all a dream
You know the world is a liar
For which the oceans bare the pyre
And washes it clean.
You’d better wake
You’d better wake
Oh you’d better wake up now
Shaking your shoulder
Hoisting up your dented blue Venetian blinds
Sweat drenched in your comforter
Wet haired and confused.
It’s time to wake
It’s time to
It’s time to wake up now.
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Washing Machine
03:33
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I keep on thrashing
I keep on paddling and splashing
I can’t even tell if I’ll make it now
Getting hammered by the waves as the current pulls me out
Fighting for air and I’m trying to shout
And the water keeps finding its way to my mouth
But I keep on thrashing
I’m full of panic I’m lashing
I’m trying to grab onto anything that I can
But there’s nothing that’s close and it’s too deep to stand
every time I go under I get thrown around
I don’t know where to swim because up might be down
I’m just trying to keep my head above the water
I’m just trying to keep my head above the water
So I keep on thrashing
I keep on fighting but the waves keep on crashing
My lungs and my muscles are on fire now
It can’t be long before I tire out
But I really can’t say cause I really don’t know
There’s an increasing part of me that just wants to let go
Still I’ll keep trying to keep my head above the water
I’ll keep trying to keep my head above the water
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Phosphorescence
03:27
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The phosphorescence reacts to my touch
And glows around me
Follows me as I move
Something lost has found me
I know this cold
It instigates a little smile
I’m awake I’m awake and it’s seems like
Seems like it’s been a while
It’s the best of times it’s worst of times
We’re connected we’re apart
Our minds never really left the savannah
Now we’re trying to live amongst the stars
But right now I’m just a glow
right now I’m a shape in phosphorescence
The stars have always scarred me
But I find comfort in the silhouettes of the trees
I don’t know what’s below me
But the phosphorescence’ll show me
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Countercurrent
00:48
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Empty Waters
03:46
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I stood on the edge of empty waters
Stuck a toe in the grave
I turned my back on the situation
I’m a stone of shame
I have waded through many changes
Not expecting things to stay the same
I feel the pull of indifference
Hardened off in the rain
I dug deeper into the sand and
Felt safe
I waded through many changes
Not expecting things to stay the same
Swimming in empty waters
As the shore creeps away
Treading in an desolate ocean
My false hope turned to shame
Pale aching shame
Oh this sinking shame
Neck deep in a sea of empty waters
My hands caress the grave
Out on my back in the situation.
Staring up into the grey
I waded through many changes
Not expecting things to stay the same
I had longed for a different outcome
But my inaction, I can not explain
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Jetsam
06:47
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My thoughts are bottled messages
Rarely seen mostly lost
The ocean seems endless
when you’re past the coast
Dangerous and beautiful
Serene and dull.
When the seas become stormy
Jettison your sole
Life is a shipping lane I find my self riding for weeks and weeks
A captive of circumstance without the means to reach the solace I seek
When the seas become stormy
Jettison your sole
Trapped in a current, a consistent gyre too strong to escape
You can’t see beyond the horizon beyond this infinite shape
Yeah you can’t know what you don’t know
When the seas become stormy
Jettison your sole
Maybe you’ll find it later
unclaimed and whole
Or maybe you lose it
Derelict or gone
Start growing anew
To replace the loss
And when it’s calm
You’ll finally start to feel full
Then when the seas become stormy
Jettison your sole
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Jordan Venn Toronto, Ontario
-Born and raised in Port Alberni, BC (South Port represent) by a logger and music teacher.
-Lives in
Toronto
-Version 5.3.9 (DOB 1980.07.15)
-Has written a lot of songs.
-Has done some low medium profile studio work.
-182cm, greeny grey eyes
-Loves Phanerozoic fossils
-Loves Anthropocene animals
-Loves pizza
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