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Front Stoop #2
03:07
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For years and years I guess I was lonely,
But refused to call it so,
Now out on the front stoop in September with Kim,
Drinking a beer in the sun,
When she asks “Nick are you lonely?”
I don’t even flinch and say “yeah”,
I could say a thousand other things but why,
To answer a plain question with a plain reply,
Feels new to me and good.
To go to the beach and it’s nearly deserted,
What for all the smoke,
It’s happened again and it keeps happening,
I laugh the air thick with moths,
The summer was a weird one,
I swing open the door “welcome fall”.
And with another toss of a pebble,
Combing the beach for shells,
And looking at the water at sunset,
Next to things that don’t matter and things to forget,
I let them whirl, a little cyclone,
Living in a world of love.
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Coyote
03:12
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On the lowlands, by the river,
And the train tracks, the casino and the dump,
A healthy-looking coyote scampers by the car,
In the middle of the afternoon, the day moon.
And the endless pale blue sky is flecked with wisps of white,
A boulevard lined with big box stores,
Zooming by it all,
Happy out here, killing time.
With a new tune to tease out,
I don’t mind where I am anymore,
In renovated ruins of marble,
Show me the door.
What I’m used to, what I’m not,
In the house creaks, the furnace, the clock,
The fan droning in the bathroom,
I’m singing with it,
A bit drunk in the afternoon, the “zen view”.
With another tune to tease out,
I don’t mind where I am anymore,
Noticing how my heart alights,
When I’m through the door.
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Spring Rain
02:55
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When looking for the perks,
I’m glad Christmas is done,
It may be cold but there’s sun,
And birds busy in the garden,
Eating a satsuma orange from Japan,
Now I’m just another man,
Waiting to cross the street.
Out running errands on my lunch break,
Am I doing anything?
But mailing a letter,
Getting groceries for dinner,
And waiting for spring rain to come.
Having to look at all the things I ignore,
All the ways I could do more,
When all is there for the taking,
Through with playing possum,
Through with routine,
Familiar and well-worn,
Shirking the unseen.
Feeling every second,
Spacing out,
Putting fifty in the tank,
Looking around,
The close and distant sounds,
And waiting for spring rain to come.
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Ducks
02:44
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Is it no different, this New Years Eve day,
Tru-a-lee, Tru-la-la-la,
The clouds blew away overnight,
Now look what you got,
A fine day in the sun,
A fine day,
For everyone.
Dogs play, ducks swim,
With all the life in them,
I watch, admire their zeal,
What they know seems real.
Thoughts I hold on to,
Thoughts disappear,
It’s a turn of the page,
A sip of the beer,
Adding to the pile,
Of things I’ll never understand,
And my weird smile,
As the turnstile gets jammed.
“This spring is the one”
Over and over,
And over and over,
And over and over.
They called for snow it fell as rain,
All through the night into morning,
I watch it come down over coffee,
Out the back garden window,
A simple pleasure here,
That I throw over my shoulder,
With all the things I did alone for so long and thought nothing of.
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Cup Full
02:07
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The little light left in the sky goes soft and slow,
As I fill up the house with depressing music “hi ho”.
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
The running list of things I try to get to today,
Now leaning the kitchen wall,
The garden dark, the windows dark,
Have I had enough?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
Have I been making do,
Trying to keep this cup full,
Been trying to keep this cup full but for who?
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Return
03:42
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In a dream of warm days,
The eucalyptus wafting,
Seeing someone, seeing someone famois.
Waking up in the front room,
Your Victorian sofa creaks under me,
The sun’s already hot.
Drink coffee, run in the park,
Covered in sweat, climb the front steps,
And what to do with the rest of the day?
And what you want and what you’ve got,
And what you have to give,
Return, return, return, return.
Taking stock, driving around,
Standing by the car,
What does it mean to be this free,
And squandering it big time.
Squint and it’s a charmed life,
But it’s high time to empty it out,
Refilling a basket from the lemon tree,
And what you want and what you’ve got,
And what you have to give,
Return, return, return, return,
Return, return, return, return.
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Rest
03:22
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I love when you call me on the phone,
I hear it ring over the lawnmower,
I love how you forget that I’m at work,
I’m spacing out behind the back greenhouse.
It’s overgrown, I often see a rat,
The crows have had their babies,
They dive-bomb the stray cat,
That’s made it through the winter,
Made it through the spring,
Made a home where I talk to you when I know I should be working.
Just as summer flowers start to fry,
The foul stench of Bounce dryer sheets,
In the lane behind the house
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A box of every Harry Potter book.
Have I been beat, and is this all to see,
Past the old men playing bocce, the roses crispy,
A thing I never thought would change changed,
I sing Alicia Keys,
Driving home on a dark highway,
Second guess doing what I please.
Who knows what to do? I don’t know what to do,
So I’ll just rest here, zoobie-zoo,
Who know what to? I don’t know what to do,
So I’ll learn to rest here.
Who knows what to do? I don’t know what to do,
So I’ll just rest here, zoobie-zoo,
Who know what to? I don’t know what to do,
But I’ll learn to rest here, zoobie-zoo.
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8. |
Who
02:54
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Past the temple see the monks,
Tending the gardens in their orange robes,
Flowing,
In waning evening light as I am walking home,
With the weight of grocery bags,
Up goes the moon,
With a small bowl of ripple chips and a scotch and soda,
I try to calm myself.
The gentle flicker of an overpriced candle,
I look in the mirror,
Ooh.
I think of what I could make for supper,
Another thing if not me, then who?
Who,
Who.
Checking the weather report,
And laying out my clothes for work,
The house lit like a pumpkin,
The news is on but I am not,
Hearing a dang thing,
Lost in thought,
Halloween or beavers dam building,
Ooh,
Will this go on for long?
Swapping out what’s in this song,
Not minding right or wrong or who,
Who,
Who.
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9. |
How
01:57
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The winter wasn’t even that long,
It got gnar near the end but big whoop,
Little black flies are out,
I sniff them up on my run,
The snowdrops are out,
How do they do it? How?
they do it? How?
Relearning how to enjoy themselves,
Couples walking dogs holding their coats,
Letting them play around,
Let me talk shit,
I can see downtown,
How do they do it? How?
Do they do it? How?
The dog’s ball go run, run, run,
Getting lost in a bush - fun,
This is all I know,
Do I need cheering up? No.
The hungover guy in a backhoe,
Digging a hole on a Saturday,
An eagle in a tree rips a seagull apart,
There’s so much to see,
How do I do it? How?
Do I do it? How?
Feathers of white float down like snow,
And little to do when you get home,
If I move the TV into the bedroom,
No crumbs in the sheets bro.
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Scorpio rising in the morning,
Constellations waiting for the sun,
The earth tilts over on its axis again,
Reminding us we cannot run.
Scorpio rising on my birthday,
This year I turn twenty-one,
Leaves crunching under the sweet gums,
Farther north from where I was born.
Scorpio waiting for the sun,
Magic is nothing but a fracture,
Catch the irony on my tongue as it fades,
With the last of the sweet summer plums,
The last of the sweet summer plums.
Doubled vision in the mirror,
Edges fuzzy in the sun,
Old homes in my dream last night,
Reminding me I cannot run.
Blue fog in my bathroom,
Hairline fracture in the wall,
Listen to the voices of the people I know,
Telling me to wait another fall.
Scorpio waiting for the sun,
Magic is nothing but a fracture,
Catch the irony on my tongue as it fades,
With the last of the sweet summer plums,
The last of the sweet summer plums.
Astrology can tell us nothing,
But that what we already know,
Go outside, look up, move slow.
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There was love in this house for a time,
You brought it in, you brought it in,
There was love in this house for a time,
You brought it in, you brought it in,
There was love in this house for a time,
You brought it in, you brought it in,
There was love in this house for a time,
Y
ou brought it in,
Oooh hoo.
I’m eating last year’s apples in July,
The worm squirming,
The worm squirming,
“Come the storms of winter and the birds of spring again” (Sandy Denny)
There’s the mind raining thoughts like confetti,
And there’s the heart,
And there’s the heart,
I’m eating last year’s apples in July.
There was love in this house for a time,
Welcome it in,
There was love in this house for a time,
Welcome it in,
Oooh hoo.
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NICHOLAS KRGOVICH Vancouver, British Columbia
Nicholas Krgovich is a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Vancouver, Canada. Described by the legendary Robert Wyatt as “quite beautiful, very touching… human” he has been releasing records and playing shows since 2002.
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