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Clues was an indie rock band from Montreal, Canada formed by Brendan Reed, Alden Penner, and Bethany Or. After Or left the band, local musicians Ben Borden, Lisa Gamble and Nick Scribner solidified the lineup. more »

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Look at the picture
The colors are cold they quaint
But see his expression
Got nothing to mention he dry as the paint
Watch as he watches
The time it be ticking he watching them play
The children around him got nothing to say
He back in his shell now he hiding away

Painting is painful
Set down the brush take it ease on the easel
Life is not easy but maybe some people
Look at it differently maybe a sequel
Maybe another chance
To wash off the bristles

Grab on that brush that's enough with the sniffles
Get it together and shoot'em the missiles

Throw in drums enough with past
I gotta focus on right now
Goin for first I'll never be last
I gotta lock all my time down

I got priorities not in sororities
Can't get addicted to women
I love how they curve and swerve
But breaking my heart is a different affliction

That's just it
I've never experienced love
Not from another significant other
This tree just got one turtle dove

Feel I've been missing a piece
But really would it give me peace
Will I ever get my answer
Maybe when I lay deceased

F*ck the restrictions I'm done with chains
Throw them on demons I turn them to reigns
Void is upon you it's my turn to reign
Start with two hundred cause I'm never sane
No one could ever extinguish my flame
Smother with dirt and it's burning the same
Wait for your savior you think that they coming
Well go tell your savior I already came

Don't give a f*ck about your animosity
Fate couldn't snip me I told'em it's prophecy
And if I'm destined to be what I'm bouta be
Finna need Plato to rewrite philosophy
Always I'm thinking too much that's apart of me
Got too much brain I just need a lobotomy
Doubtin me now man I'll need an apology
Lord of the void yeah this ain't no mythology

But you can call me the drake of the south
Making the flames and they come out my mouth
Bet you all think that I'm talking bout drizzy
But I'm talking dragons I'll make it a drought
We need the water at the end of the day
Dance for the rain this chant we can say
Been waiting for hours I'm praying for showers
I'll pick all the flowers and make a bouquet

I'll make a bouquet

It'll all be okay

We all dying someday

In the coffin we lay

Yeah I'll make a bouquet

It'll all be okay

In the coffin we lay

Welcome to the lows
Where the lost souls and the damned goes
Send a chill from your spine to your toes
Blood dripping from the back of the nose

At the bottom of the vase
Feel the soul and the body out of phase
Holding weight that you could never raise
Running still but you'll never leave the maze

Swivel out but you end up in the same
Place that you started
Cause you holding onto vain
Kill off all the pain another needle in the vein
And now your linen got a stain
And now you dying in the rain but

Whoever said that death was the end
Raise your corpse and go and try again
If you alive then go and help a friend
Help the soul cause it really need to mend

Feel the rush inside
Heart beating fast send the blood to your thighs
Red in the brain send the sight to the eyes
Strength in your arms now you reach for the skies

In the meadow we play
Now it's cold cause the sun hid a ray
One more thing before we ending off the day

Pick all the flowers I got a bouquet
Okay
I'm upping the anti and the instrumental
Don't need a xanny to fix up my mental
Back on my horse and I'm back on my way
This way
Remember my feet used to slip off the pedal
Keep to myself yeah I don't like to meddle
But how many hitters do I need to make
To make
Just to prove now that I got what it takes
Call me wagyu cause I'm goat of the steaks
Raising them higher I'm passing the fakes
The fakes
My flow is eclectic I got it from many
Feeling so lavish I roll like a Bentley
This ain't elementary the hook of the century

Feelin like number one right now

Ain't with the talk, so pipe down

Shake the champagne imma pop out

I'm frigid I'm colder than Moscow

Messed up my work so I'm flipping the page
Previous stroke had too much of the rage
My colors are warmer they used to be quaint
I pick up the brush like I'm learning to paint
So much to share but got nothing to say
What kind of picture will I make today
I got ideas extending to May
But I'll paint the flowers inside the bouquet

And so the boy picked up his brush
Through the trials and tribulations
The ups and downs
The highs and lows
The tokes and jokes

He picked up his brush and began to paint a vivid image of the bouquet of flowers he picked on his adventure

However, our time in the meadow has come to a close

The cold is setting in and the sun is beginning to lie down past the horizon

Many thoughts were thought, many feelings were felt, and many lessons were learned

But one lesson in particular stuck with the boy like no other

A reminder for not only himself, but the others around him to prosper in the lives that They lived

Slow down , take a moment, inhale the air, and smell the flowers

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