Rainy Sunday

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You lost everything without realizing...


Idle eyes wander in this class I probably won't pass

The big man with even bigger lies
I'm doing the best to join the dark corner of the room
But it's all a disguise
I'm going to shove him after school
Create a little animosity for love
You're such a fool
You said while cleaning my wounds
Feet dangling off the edge of the dock
Toes just brushing the water
My parents aren't home she said
Come for a swim
Forget about him she said
she was a cruel daughter
Still I followed the curves and smile
And fell in love halfway to the bottom covered in water
And when you look up the sky shimmers and sparkles
Fireworks and sweaty hands because you're afraid
High fives in the locker room cause I got laid
Or so I said
Truth was much better
We fell asleep in eachothers arms
And nobody can take that moment from me
That night in that bed

-D

Blackstar's "Respiration" ft Common

My god I love this track. It never gets old. And today I was thinking of it while riding the bus. Especially Common's verse:

"Some days I take the bus home, just to touch home"

I mean, the bus is a plethora of scents. Including stale booze, body odour and a little too much cologne. But damn, are these not my people? Maybe it's the way we all bump and bob to the bumpy Winnipeg roads. Subject to the confine of the commute. But I feel connected with these folks. I figure at some point i'll bow to the pressure of society and purchase a vehicle. Will I lose a sense of connection?

Often this idea comes to me in a different form. I used to to a lot of skateboarding and when you skateboard you are at street level. There is just a different vibe that comes from pushing yourself around on a bumpy skateboard. Subject to all sorts of things including bumps, bobs, rocks, muggings, smiles, fresh air and the list goes on and on. I used to think "I'm at street level, I see different things this way"

"Some days I take the bus home, just to touch home" 

To touch home. To connect. Do we care? As we honk and holler and blindly swerve into opposing lanes..are we connected? It certainly is a world away from holding bus doors open, helping people across the street, and let's not forget that random smile that random conversation.

On a side note this song is one of those songs that I cannot exactly give credit to one artist for. Sure the official title is Blackstar ft Common. But each artist (mos def, talib kweli and common) all bring a unique sense of story to the song. It's impossible for me to give credit to any single person. Although i'm slightly biased towards Common on this one.

-Dev

The Wake Up Series-Book Of Life

"How's it going devon?"

Not enthused steadily boozed up
Tv glare on my face, I need glasses
Key to life, I need backstage passes
Some that get it usher from behind the gate
I'm helpless letting those that don't know, control
Standing naked on the podium for them to deliberate and rate
One through ten my only friend is the pen
Cliche says the critics
Fast I run past the cynics
Jam a little lytics play with wordplay because a new day is a new day and a run on sentence never has sore feet
Love your body girl, hate to see the signs of defeat
Slouched shoulders as you apply the makeup
Life far from a game, life love and blood raised the stakes up
Childish games once harmless take the form of russian roulette
The mind doesn't always side with us because try as you try you'll never forget
How fucking good that kiss felt outside dippin dots
"Oh you got a little on your face hehe"
"Oh, where? There? No..there..there..there"
You got it but what a mess eitherway

What a mess eitherway

Sometimes I fall in holes come in contact with lost souls they scream and shout and pull at my jacket
Leaving messages on your phone voice fucked up what's the racket?
Tried to rob the wine store with a screwdriver under my shirt
Store clerk saw right through me, it was the doubt
He yanked the tool right from me
Need a fix?
He says the long hours prevent creative expression
And it would do well for me to take this
What's the..?"
The book of life take a lesson
Sure enough I fell through the pages
Like that old game myst



-Dev

Justice Over Wine

Driving fast with flames and pitchforks behind us
Breaking past the clouds
We are the vigilantes
Forbidden love amongst the church rows
Book in your lap
Cool prarie wind on your toes
Passing notes read my scripture
Lost love fucked us all up
But some say she had it worst
It ripped her
Into different people
Calm during daylight
Wild with a bottle hanging off the steeple at night

-D

Steel Bat Girl

And she told me that his eyes went dead
At first she noticed the photographs
They were coal coloured orbs that once shone
And later, his embrace lacked life
She'd bury herself into his arms looking for what once was
Holding herself tight aganist his chest pressing her ear to his heart listening for a beat
But he was the cold linoleum of the bay mannequins leering at her in consumer chaos
One night he left bed in the middle of the night
And judging by the way he walked she would never follow
When the sun rose she crept down the hallway in her bright red night gown
Only to find he had turned to stone with a photograph of an ex lover shoved tight in his closed fist
She tried and tried to pull it out but to no avail
She stood there for awhile, toes curled tight around the shag carpet.
After pouring a coffee and standing under the shower for exactly an hour
She haggled a steel bat from the neighborhood kids
The deal was she'd do a little twist and turn to satisfy their just emerged horny minds
If you looked outside at this time you'd see quite the sight
A fiery spirit in a party dress walking in a pair of doc walkers dragging a steel bat
Afterwards the neighborhood heard the sounds of smashing and crashing
So much destruction

"She must be doing some kind of renovating"
Remarked the always calculated always controlled mother of the now emerging into puberty boys

You're damn right she was renovating.

-Dev

Saudade# - JUJU - Compiled by Pandeiro (FULL)

Let life wash over you. It is not something you can grab and hold. Energies exist and they must be noted. For better or for worse I feel it all. Fall came quick, the chill is in the air. Find your lovers or find yourself.

-D

The Wake Up Series-Lost Lover

Love is the battlefield and i'm the reporter ducking for cover
Watching the airport clear out waiting for a lost lover
The guards looking at me crazy but she might come through that gate
And we can just drive off into the sunset on a blank slate
A Manitoba rock carved with initials from our first date

And I don't mean to intrude but you are the reason I stand in this long coffee shop line I can't stand
I'm a little tired and your tired and we both struggle to meet the cash demand
Kinda figured we could both use a warm place to rub our feet at the end of the day
And soft whispers in each others ears
"Everythings going to be ok"

"Devon, devon, wake up!"

Twists & Turns

A mother braids a flower into her daughters hair
And i'm fascinated by the twists and turns of their life together
The webs we weave to comfort each other during stormy weather
I chose to live and live and live despite a dull heartbeat I said the words to keep you around
Now i'm up at night writing this while you sleep without a sound
Little boys let me tell you about love.
Love and ego don't mix
Lose the closed fist and think of the things you'll miss.
By acting the role of playboy you're faker than a brand name toy at the swap meet
Everything breaks down when you build a foundation on lies and deceit.

And sometimes you might put your heart on the line.
She won't even text back.
But you took a shot in the dark boy don't forget that
A freethrow with everyone watching so don't even stress that, don't even obsess that

 -Dev