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What if we lose everything
What if there’s no way we can win
Someone’s gotta change something
It’s not really fair that this happened
I don’t know what my job is here
Do you want me to clean up
While you sit back and cheer
Me on my knees
Can’t stand up or I can’t breathe
There’s smoke in the leaves
I just lay down, try to give myself some type of release
But I feel no relief
It’s the weight of the heat
Pressing onto me
And I know I’m not free
And I can’t dream
I can’t dream
I can’t dream
What if we lose everything
What if there’s no way we can win
Someone’s gotta change something
It’s not really fair that this happened
When’s it all gonna collapse
The walls fall in and everyone’s trapped
The neighbours go by on a little life raft
Everything’s gone, nobody can go back
And you say life’s just like that
But nobody gave us a road map
And it’s night time, there’s no signs, and no one to ask
There’s no way to go back
What if we lose everything
What if there’s no way we can win
Someone’s gotta change something
It’s not really fair that this happened
You tell me it’s perfectly normal
It’s business as usual
It’s perfectly normal
You’re fine, your belly’s full
If you don't fear the water
Take my hand and I'll pull
What if we lose everything
What if we lose everything
The sun in the morning
The song the bird's singing
The mud coating my skin
The salt air on my lip
Save me my favourite
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I'll ask to learn to sing the song of birds
The songs from dusk and dawn I've always heard
I heard but I was not listening then
I could not pick the Robin from the Wren
and as I grow to know each song you sing
you emerge from the noise, you stop blending
familiar now, I listen for the birds
and try to sing a syrinx through my cords
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I approached my flower, he was on the verge of blooming
To help him self express his beauty, I got down to prune him
When I looked a little closer I saw insects on my flower
And as the Master Gardener I felt I had the power
I sprayed them with a pesticide because they were a pest
Then as I turned to go inside my flower self-expressed
He said: I don’t mind you feeding me and thinking that I’m pretty
I’ll gladly be your drop of beauty inside this old city
And I don’t mind you watering and pruning me with care
Plantin me under the sun, the light that we all share
But when you use your power to do harm upon my kin
Can’t you see the harm that’s done is not just onto them
Can’t you see we’re all connected, you know it don’t neglect it
Can’t you see… the fish are in the trees
The bees are in the flowers
The flowers in the fish
The fish are in the trees
I walked into the woods, down an old logging road
A sign was posted on a tree and on it someone wrote
“This forest is a spray zone, so don’t consume the berries”
Someone had told me spray’s okay but I was feeling weary
I came upon a clearing where I saw old Mother Maple
How I wish that she could speak to me if only she were able
I saw so many saplings that were growing all around her
Her family seemed to be all living things that could surround her
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her trunk against my chest
Then as I turned to go home, Mother Maple self-expressed
She said: I don’t mind them choosing me because I’m old and strong
I’ll gladly be the timbre that will help them build their home
But when they use their power to do harm upon my kin
Can’t they see the harm that’s done is not just onto them
Can’t they see… the fish are in the trees
The fish are in the trees
The trees are in the flowers
The flowers in the bees
The bees they spread the pollen
The pollen recreates
the flowers and the plants
in the forests by the lakes
They absorb the nitrogen
And stabilize the earth
Which keeps the water clean
Can’t you see what they are worth
The fish are in the trees
The trees are in the flowers
The flowers in the bees
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A new day in the wild
The trees are old
The trees are old
Dancing in the breeze
The flowers sway
The flowers sway
Birch bark walls, a maple bed
With sheets of moss, some fiddleheads
Framed with oak and hemlock beams
They’re my home, it’s free
Across the stream branch-to-branch (home, this is our home, this is our home)
My path to home (home, this is our home)
My path to home (this is our home)
I’m falling in the stream (home, this is our home, this is our home)
My wings get wet (home, this is our home)
My wings get wet (this is our home)
Boughs bend and break ou ou
Lost in the wake ou ou ou ou
A new place, bricks and stone
The humans build
The humans build
My last day in the wild
The trees are gone
The trees are gone
Birch bark walls, a maple bed
With sheets of moss, some fiddleheads
Framed with oak and hemlock beams
You took my home
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Braden Lam - Old Heart
03:25
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Look around
Nature is abounding
Can you see it now?
The reason we’re connecting
The rivers go out to the ocean
Across generations
That’s how
Look around
The shorelines tell a story
Can you feel it now?
How many were before you
They wore me down
With their machines and the greed
I couldn’t keep up
That’s how
I can’t do this anymore
I can’t let you break me any further is too far
There’s nothing left in this old heart
Look around
The horizon makes you feel so small
Do you get it now?
It’s just how much you can’t control
A ripple effect
As it returns from the earth
With a deep breath
That’s how
I can’t do this anymore
I can’t let you break me any further is too far
There’s nothing left in this old heart
I can’t do this anymore
I can’t let you break me any further is too far
There’s nothing left in this old heart
Oil and water don’t mix it’s not worth the risk not worth the risk
Oil and water don’t mix it’s not worth the risk
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I am grounded by the water,
O, the water makes me whole
I may quest for fairer weather,
Still the water brings me home.
I know cold seasons ebb to bring
The precious summer sun,
And I’m bound like a daughter
To the flow of my Avon.
Since the dawn of my arrival
When the sunlight kissed my eyes
I've been carried by the water
Lulled to sleep by the tides
Every wave of the ocean
Every shore I rest upon
Takes me home to the water
And the flow of my Avon.
Now the banks shine with silver
Of the perished gaspereaux
And the grass covers over
Where the river used to flow
I remember the water
Fifty years she has been gone
And I weep for my daughter
She'll never know of my Avon
I weep for my daughter
Tears that flow for my Avon
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