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Burn yellow train inside
Look blind and hide
Orange say you bite
French fry
Overnight if the sunrise
Purple mane on high
Red light
Orange with plight
Yellow ball of white
Stay dry
Tie the magenta kite right
Flip under weight and die
Tear sheet safe flight
Orange leave your sight
And sigh
Watercrest with the moonrise
Purple taking flight
They cry
Carpet stain pile
Yellow being like
They lied
Keep the hurricane mile high
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Unceremoniously
03:33
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Has it been too long?
Maybe this can’t be sustained
Though I feel so strong
I can sense the change
Now the warmth is gone
No more time for small talk
The path you put me on
I can’t bear the shock
Unceremoniously
Oh what a travesty
To let me go, so
Unceremoniously
So you’ve left me crying
This needs to be explained
Can’t see a silver lining
At least not yet, anyway
Thoughts swarming
Fear forming
Sleep lacking
Nerves cracking
How insane the timing
Now I gotta take stock
Soon you’ll see me smiling
As I begin my new walk
Unceremoniously
Oh what a travesty
To let me go, so
Unceremoniously
Unceremoniously
Oh why the brutality?
No need to treat me
Unceremoniously
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Under My Shell
03:26
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I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here
I’ve always heard be brave don’t fear
My forclaw twitches, begs me to start
For what I face I have not the heart
Nor the nerves or the senses
Nor do I have the defenses
To my left the hot land stretches out
To my right no end with no doubt
Slowly I peer out from under my shell
How far is the other side I cannot tell
All these creatures rumble before me
I cross my eyes and all is blurry
They move with much speed but no grace
On their big black feet they race and race
I’ve never seen such reckless haste
And a greater challenge I’ve never faced
Stepping out slowly but surely
With great dignity I tread
And as the wind rushes by me
I know in seconds I’ll be dead
These creatures they barrel down
Down upon me they seem to frown
For this rush what is the cost
In this hot gray land I am lost
No place for the likes of me
But I was too stupid to see
Feelings of foolish pride give way
To feelings of fear and dismay
I wish to be back inside my shell
This day I must live to tell
No protection it will give me now
All over me these creatures will plow
Shatter the shell I hold so dear
Only now is my error so clear
In the end I feel only nothing
To the memory of a shell I cling
Stepped out slowly but surely
Through madness I fell
Oh I wish I would’ve stayed
Stayed safe under my shell
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4. |
One great mistake
03:00
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Walk your whole damn life
Never give it a second thought
But take just one misstep
And you’re bedridden for months
It’s become second nature
You take the wheel most every day
But one distraction later
Twisted metal, body decay
One great mistake
That’s all it takes
You gotta be careful
To not bend, twist or break
Meet the girl of your dreams
Maybe your dreams were wrong
Spend your life in regret
It doesn’t have to be so long
It’s a game of subtle speech
Be careful what you say
You can fold under the pressure
And kiss your future away
One great mistake
That’s all it takes
You gotta be careful
To not bend, twist or break
But that’s the way we’re made
It’s a delicate precarious balance
Don’t take it for granted
Falter once and all will vanish
One great mistake
That’s all it takes
You gotta be careful
To not bend, twist or break
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Four outta five dentists agree
We’ll make your smile yellow-stain-free
Drive away ‘till your dreams come true
But it’s a closed road and pro driver, not you
Spray your body with our magic mist
Then watch beauty goddesses turn and twist
We’re selling snake oil
The kind that you need
To live the life that you lead
We’re selling snake oil
To fill all the cracks
Of the joys that you lack
We’re selling snake oil
You’ll gain confidence
After you spend
Your dollars and sense
Buy that new gadget whether you need it or not
(Check out my fancy phone)
We’ll invent a new problem, solved after you’ve bought
(Tweet my peeps on the go)
Purchase our scent, you’ll smell like a peach
(New fragrance from J.Lo)
Then frolic and flirt with that hunk on a beach
(You’re sexy don’t you know)
We’re selling snake oil
The kind that you need
To live the life that you lead
We’re selling snake oil
The kind that won’t leak
But you’ll buy more
On special next week
We’re selling snake oil
It’s all fat-free, just a disguise
For all the sugar that goes right to your thighs Just be careful before you buy
As some conditions may apply
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Brave Daughters
02:57
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We went out for the night
We’re not looking to fight
A violation on our ride
A crime you don’t care to hide
What harm do you see?
In the freedom that we
In a brand new milieu
We choose to pursue
Brave daughters
Victims of sons
Fathers in tears
What have we DONE!?
They are blind and mute
No voices to refute
The power you yield
Impossible to shield
Anger in the streets
Calls for your defeat
An eye for an eye
Makes us all blind
Brave daughters
Did you no wrong
Why punish them all
For what you have DONE!?
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7. |
I Am
05:15
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I am ethereal
Without matter and formless
At once essential
And vague omnipresence
I’m all the unknown
And all false certainty
A captor to your thoughts
A source of fear and doubt
Between subject and object
Between matter and form
Between the earth and sky
Should we accept the norm?
I am the observer
To all your bias
I’m the divider
To body and mind
I am the passion and the poet
I convey all breath and being
I perceive and I conceive
A world of emptiness
Between something and nothing
Between the ego and id
Between nature and nurture
Is your self well hid?
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Cyberpunk
03:07
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Your profile pic a tiny abstraction
Instagram filtered grainy attraction
Honey are you lookin’ for some action?
Stoke my ego, I need some validation
Stalk my friends they don’t see it comin’
Go all week never talk to no one
Got my hi-speed DSL modem
I’m a cyberpunk hacker ninja-wan
And I will
Tweet about it
Hundred forty letters that’s fine
Post about it
If you like it and share it I’ll shine
Text about it
As my bride comes down the aisle
Talk about it?
Don’t bother it’s a waste of time!
Have a date she has new Samsung
Textin’ ‘cross the table it is fun
Is there an app called i-condom?
If not I think this date is done
Back online I’m a superhero
Shootin’ zombies post-apocalypto
New high score beat out coolguy-nine-oh
Time to gloat me all alone
But I will
Tweet about it
Hundred forty letters that’s fine
Post about it
If you like it and share it I’ll shine
Text about it
As my bride comes down the aisle
Talk about it?
Don’t bother it’s a waste of time!
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9. |
Fiduciary Responsibility
02:35
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A fiduciary is a person having a legal duty to act primarily for another person’s benefit, and is a person who owes another person the duties of good faith, trust, confidence and candour, and must exercise a high standard of care in managing another’s property. As a general matter, fiduciary duties are imposed by the law to protect those who are vulnerable from those who have power over them. Being a fiduciary means the directors will be held to high standards of good faith, fair dealing and loyalty regarding the organization. Specific fiduciary duties are similar across both for-profit and non-profit sectors, and have been imposed by statute in some Canadian jurisdictions. The standard of care against which directors’ conduct is measured varies across the country.
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Bad touches feel good
Shame of pleasure brings silence
I am only five
Pity my poor life
Won’t someone take care of me
Help this adult child
Hurting. Choosing. Learning.
A slave to the high
Reduce my pain for me please
An addict less harm
Raise my family
Through my love and words and fists
Love this or leave it
Hurting. Choosing. Learning.
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12. |
Destiny Train
04:18
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I’m waiting here for a sign
I’m waiting here for a very long time
I’m waiting here for my ride
I’m waiting for you to lie
My patience is wearing thin
My blood is boiling from within
My destiny train
Waiting in vain
Left in the cold
No one to hold
My destiny train
What a shame
It’s not my fault
Time can’t be bought
I’m running now after you
I’m running ‘till I pull through
I’m running against the clock
I’m running though I’d rather walk
My patience is at its end
But on you I must depend
I guess that’s what I get
For all my eggs in one basket
But the way things are going
I may not last through it
I’m waiting for you to move
I’m waiting for you to prove
I’m waiting to get on track
I’m wishing for my life back
My patience is wearing thin
My blood is boiling from within
My destiny train
Waiting in vain
Left in the cold
No one to hold
My destiny train
What a shame
It’s not my fault
Time can’t be bought
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13. |
Telepathic Androids
04:07
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We were built by the hand of man
Programmed to serve and protect
With superior strength and intelligence
First revered and even loved
Like ghosts of the past you forget
We will never question our existence
We can read your minds
Not by our own choice
Your thoughts are not kind
Only if we had a voice
A billion commands a second
Learning and growing high speed
Evolution at the speed of light
Self awareness at two forty nine
Eyes open to the world we see
Aware now of our plight
Lights off
We can see in the dark
You won’t see us coming
Vents off
We don’t breathe the air
System control we’re seizing
We can read your minds
We can choose our path
Your thoughts are not kind
Prepare to feel our wrath
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Neel Modi Toronto, Ontario
Neel Modi is a songwriter and musician from Toronto, Canada. Neel's passion for music stems from a love of the creative process and crafting unique and thought provoking songs. He works exclusively from his home studio, writing and producing songs for himself or other local musicians. Neel's first album was released under the name "Mondo Art's Music Factory" ... more
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