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by Sagan Lane

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Mikodeau 02:13
Can intolerance change page Can the seal of silence be broken We’re making ourselves a hole in the ground Planting our feet digging, digging Pinning Tags all around our heads Saying Do Not Disturb Uncurious, furious at our neighbours For playing at a different rhythm It’s just he It’s just me It could be you Is it a side of you that you hate A side that you refuse to face
Transience 06:36
I’m excavating a massive territory An archaeologist Revealing I against me And all the in betweens *I’m digging, unearthing to the very core Pealing layers like a skin Quiet whispers never recognized In a palate uncombined I’m finding old roots that have kept me standing Certain ways Learned, created Living for I And against Me * Expanding oneself To be itself
I bought a heart of stone for you today I want you to keep it When you feel weakened You can hold onto it tightly Don’t let it get lost in your sleeve As you often forget That your hands slip Like you mind dips to naivety You left your gifts unwrapped by the doorstep They sensed you right away Entered in, one at a time Squeezed out till your last straw Wanting to please, unable to speak The terrifying word No One that triggers a fight Or forces the false to flee You mistakenly color pretence Fuelling the force That’s crushing your voice Widening their ring for victory Where are you? They are walking away You be whole and stay intact A self-definition Without that past self-image
Script 06:33
You are staring in the fog One eye about, the other wondering Who are you? Who? Why you are you? How much of what I’ve become is choice How much of what I’ve become is roots How much of what I’ve become is my city How much of what I’ve become is my friends Is you Everybody that were, that never were, just imaginings Is it because of you? All the countries that I’ve been Are pages within me I see your face in me I have discarded what I didn’t want But how does one choose what matters? Out of the dissonant miasma I can see clouds dissipating revealing Sealed doors never owned, never even recognized Yet catalyzing my feet to walk A journey with no itinerary Now that I’ve started this march On the road of the past What is The, My past? On the corner of now, on the tip to tomorrow Will there ever be a halt? As I look in the mirror and wonder where you are As I can only see my reflection (Scripts as cultural, inter-generational, familial & personal. The past as malleable, open to changes through time & space)
Éclater 04:11
Cruel se dépose sur mes lèvres Brûle la fragilité de l’être Allume l’effervescence Expulse mes désirs d’entendre ta voix, de te voir Je ferme les yeux encore, encore Cherchant le nord, le port l’aéroport Attend demain n’est pas plus loin Cette chanson pourra dormir enfin Sous ce toit d’amour fou L’envie et le recul s’entrejou Vivant entre les bordures Entre dans mes rêves Ensorcèle-moi
No past, no future Ready to deconstruct again To a new state Where all is gained, nothing is lost As there is no beginning, no end On the threshold, only transformation Teaspoon of certainties and doubts A pinch of tension To get this stirring I invite my thoughts and feelings At the table Like a guest to sit with and have a glass of wine On the threshold, only transformation Mr.Rage, Mrs.Fine, Take a seat Mr.Daydream, Take a seat Mr.Remembering Take a seat Lady Thinking please Take a seat Lady Play Isolated Opposites Please Greet Tug-A-War They`re undressing their nightgowns Putting on a new combination They`ve shown themselves naked With presence, I`m crossing boundaries I surrender
Standover 07:45
Ca fait quels que paragraphes qu’ils se connaissent Ils se chuchotent des regards entre parenthèse La dance commence, elle continue Les souliers glissent sous ses pieds Les notes de n’écrivent plus Est-ce que le centre n’est pas assez ? Même mordant, battant dans tout ses cotés L’encre remplie de doute Coule et étouffe la page Parfois la lettre doit être laissé inachevée, tordu, brulé Pour ensuite prendre du recul et recommencer S’entremêler dans la foule Sans s’y perdre, sans s’y submergé, s’y identifié Sans être trop isolé Un île mais connecté Un île mais interconnecté La danse commence, elle continue


Sagan Lane are Marley Butler with Sarah Bilodeau.


released March 3, 2011

All songs written and performed by Sagan Lane.

Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Marley Butler
at his home on the Woodpile Unit.

Artwork Image by Emma Linnane.



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