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9 Lives and Counting

And so began the history of 9 Lives and Counting… At first there was nothing but silence. Then from the silence came a voice that said “Let there be rock… and let it be good.” Peter stepped forward. He had his guitar and his songs but no words. Then from across the great divide of the internet came Craig. Brought together by the magic of a mighty list, the List of Craig (no relation), the two went off in search of rhythm. Their search was vast. Many men would bring their sticks forward and beat their drums. When the dust had settled Jason remained. In his left hand a drumstick, in his right hand a drumstick, and on his drum kit a lifetime warrantee. Knowing they were one giant robot away from forming a musical Voltron, Craig spoke unto the others “Hey my buddy, Scott from my band in high school is a pretty sick bass player and I don’t think he’s doing anything.” And it was so.

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2018

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You grow and grow and grow
Stretch across the floor
Got your hands on everything
Leave a light on so I can see

How you bend and fold
Rising to oppose
Meet a brand new web of lies
See it’s ever widening size
A cover for the hole

But then you rip it off
Cut it clean 
Seeking imperfection
Cut it cut it
Don’t wanna dig it up
It’d mean
Spreading this infection
Never name, no attention
You were the one I fear and believe in
But time takes its toll

The poetry and prose
Familiar overtone
Slip the hour of subtlety
Leave a light on so I can sleep

We love to hold you close
We skip you like a stone
A ripple lost in thought debris
With a spectrum that I can’t reach
A colour of the whole

But then you rip it off
Cut it clean
Seeking imperfection
Cut it cut it
Don’t wanna dig it up
It’d mean
Spreading this infection
Never name, no attention
You were the one I fear and believe in
But time takes its toll

You would tell me what I don’t believe
You would feed me what I couldn’t eat
Try to take away what I’m gonna need
When the darkness
Would hide all but the faintest glow

Try to read by the light of the moon
Pump the blood in the veins of the shape of fear
The stuff of nightmares have a perishable hold
As a narrative unfolds under shadows
We made

For the next new enterprise
Meet a brand new web of lies
You were sold on my disguise

But then you rip it off
Cut it clean 
Seeking imperfection
Cut it cut it
Don’t wanna dig it up
It’d mean
Spreading this infection
Never name, no attention
You were the one I fear and believe in
But time takes its toll

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