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End Game
03:17
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No sense in fighting it,
There's nothing can be done,
Born from the dust and to the dust,
We will become,
Hunter or hunted,
To the worms we're all the same,
All the same
Soldiers and farmers,
Beggars and crowns,
We're all in the same boat and it's slowly
Going down,
My glass may be half empty,
But there's always room for something more,
Something more,
Waits said that heaven wasn't taking any more,
And hell was spilling,
Out onto the floor,
I guess we're stuck here,
Until the day the Reaper calls your name,
Calls your name,
Pleasures of the flesh,
And pleasures of the soul,
Mean next to nothing,
When you're six feet in a hole,
Don't worry,
We'll all be joining you soon,
Joining you soon,
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Strings
03:33
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Come, come, come to the show and see,
Gaze into the darkness hidden beneath,
The curtain is what most choose to see,
But the wonders and horrors are what you seek,
The puppet can only go as far as his strings,
He's afraid to cut them,
Afraid to die,
No my dear these are not wings,
A bird in a cage thinks it's crazy to fly,
Wear my face like a mask,
So you can see through my eyes,
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Rory Taillon Ottawa, Ontario
Ottawa-based singer/songwriter Rory Taillon is a road warrior, touring across the country and back again. He has the soul of the East coast but the sound of the West in his songs. His latest album, ‘Only Whispers’ is the work of a one man Wintersleep, a one man Tea Party, a one man Blackie & the Rodeo Kings, with a voice to match the majesty of the Rockies. ... more
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