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Songwriter (cont'd)

by Phineas Gauge

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1.
Cat Tails 03:59
Cat tails in the breeze I've fallen, for her again, Crickets singing, her song of, cat tails in the breeze
2.
This may seem, unconventional But I think it’d be very, special If you’d come to our, level And see, what there is to see It don’t always make sense but it adds up in the end The best one’s to follow always just pretend It don’t always make sense but it adds up in the end The best one’s to follow always just pretend Lend your ear because I fear, your soul just might end Malleable to the N’th degree but on this I will not bend It don’t always make sense but it adds up in the end The best one’s to follow always just pretend It don’t always make sense but it adds up in the end The best one’s to follow always just pretend
3.
Holding Back 03:27
That, I would live two lives, to suit you The, finest vestments a dream can buy The finest, vestments a dream can buy Forever, falling short I grew up tall but am small Save when, I close mine eyes, therein my strength resides A child once bold, grows timid when old Wisdom is to age, as paper is to page Holding, Back is not second guessing Guide this path you have my blessing Guide this path you have my blessing
4.
The New Age 03:23
the actions were in my mind, the feeling was so right, but where was the translator? where was the translator? where was the translator, off sipping coffee in the dark (in the dark) this is the new age let my body speak my mind speed the passage of time x2 my eyes did meet with hers in kind speaking sparkles beyond lines x2 this is the new age this is the new age this is the new age the actions were in my mind, the feeling was so right, but where was the translator? Off sipping coffee in the dark this is the new age let my body speak my mind speed the passage of time x2 my eyes did meet with hers in kind speaking sparkles beyond lines x2 my eyes did meet with hers..
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every minute every hour every day, the world spins away, I want to display, how beautifully, it takes my breath away...away ...away so let the sunlight in your eyes, open all the doors..open all the doors , open all the doors should feel just fine, just fine and howl at the moon, the moon, the moon x2
6.
Green goblin brigade, congregates in the queasy remnants of the beat down domicile With a pretty voice, with a pretty voice, such a pretty voice Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names Carnivalic hangover with Pettigrew at the wheel The candy corn falls from us like strings to puppets The taste never fully leaves our mouths The taste never fully leaves our mouths Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names A beetle on its back, a mortar shell in the mud Angst a greeting to our collective throats The light bulb, apple of Adam, a river running its course Through connective tissue Patriotic vertigo, despondent nomenclature Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names
7.
Andante 04:12
The crook of an arm, a bracelet a charm, come and sit with us A rust of trust, rings and sings, clings and stings…ahhhhh All that I am, lost, in you, All that I am, lost, in you How can I forget? How, can I forget All that I am, lost, in you Joy and pain, in a cold summer rain, the lover’s refrain, Refrain All that I am, lost, in you, All that I am, lost, in you How can I forget? How, can I forget How can I forget? How, can I forget
8.
Stereotype 02:41
Ten men walking off a cliff, walking right off the rift Ten men drinking from a seive, drinking drinking all they can Ten men hunting for a bird, hunting hunting so absurd Ten men squeezing to get through, squeezing squeezing so are you A chauvinistic pig, stereotype, generalize, This, is what we do When we are hurt by you Ten men reading heavy books, living leaving heavy looks Ten men getting in their hooks, discovering how to be crooks Ten men Flying in their planes, feed ammunition in great chains Ten men rally round a flag, herd is the word that they bring back A chauvinistic pig, stereotype, generalize, This is what we do, When we are, Hurt by you
9.
The Trucker 02:29
Black book of a night deskman, Today a man shit on my face, because the world shit on his, Did he enjoy it? I don’t know, His room was cold, and so he wanted a refund, a refund I could not give him, And so our eyes locked and I embraced his anger, The adrenal glands flowed, I offered another room, ‘NO’ He demanded I speak to the manager, so I phoned and reached the manager’s wife who told me, ‘No refund, not to phone back’, The incensed creature, then demanded the police, but quickly kyboshed that idea as I dialed, since he knew that they would be of no aid in his trivial plight, Then he asked my age as I find many do, After shitting on my face personal information is not something I readily volunteer, ’17 or 18 I bet’, he said in a condescending voice, I returned his deathly glare ‘Whatever you say’, While my face asked the question, ‘Why are you doing this to me?’, The conversation shifted somewhat, ‘Look, I’m a good Christian guy but something’s not right about this place’ , Again the deathly glare, ‘You can only stand in the fire so long,’ The manager and I were fixing lightbulbs earlier, ‘Something’s not right about a place that doesn’t fix the lightbulbs’ the irony, And then, in closing, the truck driver who chose to shit in my face, chose to leave me with a prophecy of doom and guilt, ‘Somebody’s gonna come in here, sometime, and beat the shit out of you and take your money if you don’t know what you’re doing, ‘yeah well I’ll try and rise to that occasion if it comes’, I tried to say in a less wordy way, ‘I’m gonna go sleep in my truck’, The tonal nuances of his voice implied, ‘You should feel guilty for what has happened here’, And with that he left, and I gained a moment’s breath, to swallow the abundance of negative emotions he had soiled upon my person.
10.
Emptiness is me, I tried to cross the sea, I fell on my face, in the dirt beneath the waves, I fell on my face, in the dirt beneath the waves, dirt beneath the waves, dirt beneath the waves, And I’ve often tried to hide, the feelings, inside, And it felt like, a knife, in my side, draining life, The void is complete, living in fingers and feet, The void is complete, living in fingers and feet, Sometimes it feels like the dead, sometimes it seems an old friend, Sometimes it feels like the dead, sometimes it seems an old friend, sometimes it seems an old friend, And I’ve often tried to hide, the feelings, inside, And it felt like, a knife, in my side, draining life, Lost in myself, unread book on the shelf, Lost in myself, unread book on the shelf, See how the pages turn, see how the pages burn, See how the pages turn, see how the pages burn, See how the pages burn, see how the pages burn, And I’ve often tried to hide, the feelings, inside, And it felt like, a knife, in my side, draining life, I’ve often tried to hide, the feelings, inside, And it felt like, a knife, in my side, draining life
11.
Ember 03:05
The trumpet sang, a thousand fiery embers in my heart, on the sun I felt you there, quiver of cupid’s arrows in the air, oh amazon And I, love you, and you, love me Took me to another place, where the sky was your face and I the breeze, Singing through the trees And the whistling brook, saw us playing games in the rains, Until the shadows fell, and we did it all again, And I, love you, and you, love me And I, love you, and you, love me
12.
Ageless Mind 03:54
When my, heart, has time, to breathe, open, lonely, it seems, I’ve died so many times, it makes for an ageless mind, When my, heart, has time, to breathe, open, lonely, it seems, When my (when my), heart (heart), has time (has time), to breathe, open (open), lonely (lonely), it seems, I’ve died so many times, it makes for an ageless mind, I’ve died so many times, it makes for an ageless mind, I’ve died so many times, it makes for an ageless mind.
13.
All In All 02:41
All in all, what I have found, traveling round, and this old town, Is the things that matter most shall prevail, and when it seems the same, set sail So do not be obscene, and hide the gasoline, cause the bridges that you burn, Make it hard to live in turn The birch trees, and evergreens, sing a majestic song through their leaves, And the stories, that unfold, forever shall remain untold So branch out into who you are, ignore the commercials of, the cars This time is for you, you are what you do, you are what you do this much I know is true It’s true, it’s true.

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released April 26, 2021

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Phineas Gauge Thunder Bay, Ontario

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Phineas Gauge began: as one man’s creative endeavour, a pseudonym, a gestalt of ideals within a vision, an imagination; like an albino octopus sprouting new arms, still growing ever stronger, more diverse.
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