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Snowy City
03:32
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SNOWY CITY
By Jennifer Thiessen
Oh snowy city, tell me something I don't know,
Wake me up before I go cold and numb again.
All slim and pretty, these are thoughts I've had before,
The models of my minds decor, echos of each other.
Snowy City Tell Me
Wide Awake and waiting
Feed the fire, remind me
To keep my eyes open inside the dream.
I walked in circles beneath a crackling crystal sky.
My tears were ice, I could not cry; frozen river waiting.
Unlearn my lesson that frigid life is heaven-sent:
chill your quest and pay the rent, keep the coals from flaming.
Snowy City Tell Me
Wide awake and waiting
Feed the fire, remind me
To keep my eyes open inside the dream.
Wake me, wake me
Tell me something I don't know
Locked in position is what I thought I had to do
To prove that I'm enough for you, but frost will burn like fire.
The ice is shifting in my head and in the street.
Awake and steady on my feet - tell me now or never.
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Animal
04:05
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Animal
By Jennifer Thiessen
It's been a long time coming now,
Your hand in mine's been getting cold.
I'm always thinking, wondering how
Our eyes could wander, our hearts could close.
What if I loved you like an animal,
Not second guess but kind and unconditional.
What if you loved me like an apple tree,
Not cutting down but taking care of what I need.
It's when you turn your back to me,
The icy feeling in my chest.
I see you flying fast and free,
While I stand silent, motionless.
What if I loved you like an animal,
Not second guess but kind and unconditional.
What if you loved me like an apple tree,
Not cutting down but taking care of what I need.
Stray. You'll be the death of my heart.
Stay. It's not the end of this part.
When you look deep inside yourself,
What is the vision that you see?
I hear a siren call for help.
Open your eyes, come back to me.
What if I loved you like an animal,
Not second guess but kind and unconditional.
What if you loved me like an apple tree,
Not cutting down but taking care of what I need.
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Postcard
02:35
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Postcard
By Jennifer Thiessen
Stirring hotel coffee with a hotel pen
Waiting for the phone to ring again
I want to take back that thing I said,
Make it all better and go back to bed.
I couldn't reach you on the telephone,
Internet's down and I have to go.
Fifteen euros and six time zones
And the last thing I said was in a nasty tone.
Then there was the postcard I never sent
Explaining what I really meant.
There are some things you will never know.
I've been holding on for two, it's time to let go.
I left you hanging in an awkward place,
Company came but I couldn't say.
It's not that I lied or was ashamed
But when you asked me now, well it looked that way.
Your face is frozen in a nasty grin.
Lobby's crowded, can't hear anything.
It's not what I imagined when I took the gig.
I'm trying to put my finger on the day things changed.
Then there was the postcard I never sent
Explaining what I really meant.
There are some things you will never know.
I've been holding on for two, it's time to let go.
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VWoolf
04:12
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VWOOLF
By Jennifer Thiessen
Let the ink flow from my pen and bleed onto the page,
the way yours must have done when you wrote your final phrase
to the one you loved – your grandest irony:
“No one could have been happier than we have been.”
Steady hand on the railing, you stop at the top of the stairs.
Hollow eyes in the mirror, the years are wearing thin.
May I never follow you to the river, where the waves held you under.
Let my finger trace the line I drew along your trail
to places that you loved, to addresses with tales to tell.
I'm haunted by your words, your ghost is right behind;
every time I turn, the poet's spirit comes to life.
Did you stop on the corner and see the clouds rolling in?
Were the lines still forming when everything grew dim?
May I never follow you to the river, where the waves held you under.
May I be the living proof that the poet lives on through the work that we do.
The surface of your world is all that I can see,
But with your words in mind, the truth lies rippling underneath.
The echo of your voice rings from your shallow grave.
You looked death in the eye and everything else washed away.
When you stood in that room of your own and struggled to say
what you knew, did you see how your words would lighten the weight?
May I never follow you to the river, where the waves held you under.
May I be the living proof that the poet lives on through the work that we do.
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Calculated Tragedy
02:02
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Calculated Tragedy
By Jennifer Thiessen
How dare you turn around and say those things to me,
The very words I sent when you were trying to leave.
But now that I am gone, I cut my body free,
You change your mind again. A calculated tragedy.
If this was Hollywood or a play from ancient Greece.
I'd say the plot was good but the characters were weak.
I've played this part too long, there's nothing left to see.
I won't repeat the lines of a calculated tragedy.
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Daily Alice Montreal, Québec
Daily Alice is the brainchild of multifaceted musician Jennifer Thiessen, who brings classical chops and pop sensibility to the songwriter's craft.
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