There are women all over the world who are afraid to grow old. There are multi-mational companies built firm upon this fear. At which point do we listen to what we are told? And, at which point do we ignore what we hear?! It takes so much energy to shrug off the media. It takes so much energy to diconnect…   …read more.

Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four couldn’t get through the bathroom door, so he peed all over the floor, Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four. Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four said “I just cannot take this anymore. I’m gonna piss all over your floor,” Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four. …Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four said “This is not a human-sized door because — LOOK– I am a human so this is my…   …read more.

She held my hand between hers and searched my eyes for understanding. She told me how things were to take me back to what it was to be in before. Like a film on her mind, she tried to play it for me, she tried to rewind. She speaks the dialogue of the past and it echos now in her…   …read more.

I am a statue of solitude and you are a sales rep for romance. You are pushing, pushing, pushing wondering when you will push through. You are standing on my doorstep as if I’d open up for you. No! I said go away, go home, don’t ask me anymore! I can’t think, I can’t think, I can’t think anymore. It’s…   …read more.

Named by: Kathryn Smythe; Toronto, ON. Pronounced PEAK / PEEK / PIQUE and named phonetically to capture all three meanings! Instrumental – No (English) lyrics! Ember Swift – vocals, acoustic guitar Lyndell Montgomery – bowed guitar, violin Cheryl Reid – hand percussionNamed by: Kathryn Smythe; Toronto, ON. Pronounced PEAK / PEEK / PIQUE and named phonetically to capture all three…   …read more.

I am a sort of junkie; I am addicted to you. Start this song off with a little cliché imagery, sure to catch a few. Well, anyway, You are in my veins and I can feel you climbing. Past the peaks and all the chiming church bells. Pray to god that I will not fall face flat in the bathtub,…   …read more.

I am moving in my own stream, aiming for the ocean and the snow-capped peaks, simultaneously. Staying on the road for weeks, enveloped by experiences, often hating this biz. I may be swallowing and gasping but, I’m still collecting the themes. I am travelling in my own stream. All this complacency makes me so irate. The time has come for…   …read more.