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Voices & Vices Volume II

by Jonathan Atkins

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The Lodge 03:10
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All this alcohol makes me dizzy, And I can't see no end, To this two hundred piece puzzle That I seem to find myself in. There's no rest for the fury, Building up inside our hearts, 'Cause we sold our souls, yah we sold our souls, We should have known it would get this hard. There are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, Oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, So obviously intertwined inside the fine lines of this puzzle. We can rest for a while now. Darling, there is rest for us now. If you're nervous about this lonely cabin in the woods, Rest assure it's safer than it sounds. The floors may creak a little, And there's no diamonds in the rocks, But there's a wall between us and the wolves, And a fireplace to warm our socks. There are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, Oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves, So obviously intertwined inside the fine lines of this puzzle. Now that we're here at the lodge, With so much time at hand, Oh, there's time, there's time to finish it off.
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The Fisherman's Wife 02:28
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Three steps into her lonely game of house arrest, A slam from a front door and a scream of a child, Occupy the sound space that circulate around her head, And the morning dew and ocean waves are anything but mild. There are headaches to be born with the mysteries that hide, So incredibly deep in the back of her constantly blabbering mind, But there is relief to be found in her fountain of eternal youth, Covered in makeup, filling up cups, waiting up for someone she wants to leave behind. There's no knowledge in knowing that you don't know. There's no sparing for the sparrow that hides away in her nest all her life. But that little bird was free to have flown with the countless hours he was away. But that little bird remains the fisherman's wife. Caught in the net of reality that things in her home, Are wasting away each dreadful day that are wandering alone. And if she tear away from the picture, wipe her tears away for a final, Victory at ripping off and killing a piece of her inside her soul, That was killing off her soul.
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Houdini Winter 02:53
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There's something sort of strange, And there's something sort of haunting, In the way the winter smoothes over, And the wind pushes the dust of snow, taunting. Ghosts and Apparitions dance melodically, Leaping wistfully into the air, It's so unfair, Because I sink so incredibly deep, Into this snow, up to my hair. Winter laughs honestly while holding out its hand As it's inviting eyes stare lovingly and bright, But as soon as my trust is won and my feet stand firm, Winter shows off it's magic act and disappears into the night. Oh, oh, oh, oh Houdini winter, you took my hand, And swore you'd never let it go, And you pulled me from, Deep beneath the snow. Oh, Houdini Winter, you broke free from my hand, That you swore you'd never let go, And you only show yourself, When I'm buried deep beneath the snow. Do do do do do do, Do do do do do do, Do do do do do do,
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Les Adventures de Monsiuer Kipling 03:54
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A musical experience.
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La Fille 03:52
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Don't expect forgiveness. No, expect them to forget you, You thought you recognised friendship in their eyes, But it's all misrepresentation. That's the truth. Don't disappear, but don't stay too long. There's a fine line among friends, Between connection and tolerance. They'll stay if needed, by likely not in the end. But be free to your new life, Be kind in your new relationships, Don't treat them like you used to treat me, Or you'll find the balance sort of tips, And comes right around full circle. You'll lose the people you thought you held dear, And it's not their fault that nobody likes you, But don't look back and hope for the past, Move on, change your mindset, and bid the old adieu. But be free to your new life, Be kind in your new relationships, Don't treat them like you used to treat me, Or you'll find the balance sort of tips, And comes right around full circle. Don't expect forgiveness. No, expect them to forget you, You thought you recognised friendship in their eyes, But it's all misrepresentation. That's the truth. Laisse tomber les filles, laisse tomber les filles. Un jour, c'est toi qu'on laissera. Laisse tomber les filles, laisse tomber les filles. Un jour, c'est toi qui pleureras. Oui, j'ai pleuré mais ce jour-là Non, je ne pleurerai pas, non, je ne pleurerai pas. Je dirai "c'est bien fait pour toi". Je dirai "ça t'apprendra", je dirai "ça t'apprendra".
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HA HA HA 02:07
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I am waiting for the punchline, I am waiting for the day I fall short, Of everything I was hoping would, Happen in this lifetime of wars. I am shaking it all off, I'm dusting all the rubble from my paws, Walking through all the trouble and broken laws, And I'm laughing it all off, those are my only flaws. And I'm singing KASKBKAJSBLABLA DOBABADOABODABODA (I don't really know what I'm singing here. Heck I'm just making it up. AND YOU CAN MAKE IT UP TOO!!!! I don't really care!) Some widen their eyes in shock, Because of shameless words from my lips, I'm not afraid of the world knowing my faults, I'm not afraid of the hatred that follows, or my word slips. Some might see me a bit too vocal, I'll hide it if I need to. I won't let my words run amuck, But with all the things that I've felt this year, If I don't like what you're saying, you're shit out of luck I'll keep singing, (AGAIN I'm just making up my sho dop and do wops and shanana's) Do blah blah blah blah, ha ha ha.

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Since music became a number one vice for me, the other bad habits sort of disappeared. Voices & Vices Volume II, like it's predecessor, is a small collection of stories and personal experiences placed to rhythms and a capella's. Different from Volume I, as these songs are much more upbeat and touch base more on the realities of suffering with both happy and depressing outcomes.

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released August 21, 2013

Produced by Jonathan Atkins
Recorded by Jonathan Atkins in the home studio basement AKA ASI Records.
Mixed by Jonathan Atkins
Mastered by Jonathan Atkins
Art work by Jonathan Atkins

All songs written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2013 except for 'Laisse Tomber les Filles' by France Gall used in 'La Fille'

Jonathan Atkins - Vocals, Guitar, Banjo Uke, Harmonica, and Slide Guitar.

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Jonathan Atkins Mississauga, Ontario

"A singer-songwriter with a devastating ear for harmonies and a delicate touch with lyrics that slide perfectly into a horrid winter. There's a definite Celtic touch, but far sweeter than something like Mumford & Sons." - Andrew Fifield (Metro News)

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