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Rectangles

by Mr. Smith

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Protection 05:18
Protection If a mask is your task, just ask Tukka Rask Who’s always got a mask, he’s not swigging from a flask Protection How to define it We all need it Varies under circumstances Expected of all If you’re putting on a shield Then your face is still revealed You hope germs will yield Good deal Protection Consistently applied Thank you in advance for your Yourself and others Peace of mind Staying in your cohort Your personal fort No one can take you to court As an irresponsible sort Protection We all await our own Keeping a distance You’re avoiding resistance And extending your existence As long as you have persistence Take the time to sanitize Your movements may well hypnotize If you don’t you’ll scandalize And problems and germs will arise You can’t share the air Burt be fair and wear A layer to show you care And let them dare to stare The washing of hands demands The water lands in thick bands And soap is smeared as planned Keep your mind educated All of the time that you’ve waited For solutions located And defeat the problems created
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Barotrauma 02:06
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I am the Commodity Ever- shrinking attention span It’s on purpose, part of their plan Addiction as intentionally designed Amplified while we are all confined But I don’t want to stop Just a little more But I really should Can I come right back? And why is that? I am the commodity Time passes and I sit and stare So distracted that I’m barely aware Of the rest of my life as I lose another day But I feel so empty when I dare to look away We/they/you are the commodity.
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Twisting My Words Loyalty Relied on by authority Actually a fantasy Hospitality trickery Honesty Loyalty’s enemy Nobody’s reality Undeniably unhealthy You’re twisting my words, so I’ll twist yours Yours obscures and mine endures Mine endures and yours obscures Society Technology dependency Subconsciously complicity Guaranteed obscurity Bureaucracy Institutional monotony Malignancy without irony Incomprehensibility Morality Typically a trinity Piety and blasphemy A cautionary prophecy Sanity Defined by psychology Accuracy of memory Reality in harmony
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Everything is Happening All of the Time Everything is happening all of the time And I have no choice but to filter it out How can I understand a thing if I can’t understand everything? Conceiving of reality is beyond my mind Our ever-changing world simply cannot be defined I see a tiny slice of what’s really around me Only a fragment of this I understand I fill the gaps in with errors to console me Reassured that all is going as I planned We can never understand effects of our actions Yet we still act all of the time Creating a web of stimuli reactions Spreading to an ever-shifting paradigm There is no point in blaming Or obsessing over guilt and worry All causes are beyond comprehension Things that seemed clear once examined become blurry
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Reset 03:42
Reset We watched as it fell apart We joined in and down it came There were pieces that we missed so much We mourned alone without assigning blame For so long we thought we were helpless You can’t change what’s beyond your control It made us hopeless, afraid and angry And it appears that this was somebody’s goal What to keep, what to remove What to create, what to improve Use the reset for change We’re tired of all the words and promises Do something that makes it better for real We can actually shape the future Speed up incremental reform Fix what we consider injustice The status quo is what we need to transform Are the things we surround ourselves with Making us happy or increasing our stress Is the information that we turn to Giving us hope that we can clean up this mess. We saw that nothing was permanent So much we should not have kept for so long We were used to things which just harmed us Never changing what was obviously wrong
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COVID-19 03:58
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Rectangles 04:37
Rectangles Sightless and mute we type in our key Then light and a series of faces all looking at me Study them, you can stare while waiting for the lates Flat like paper and stacked like crates We control what they see We define our only space This is not reality It’s what was put there to replace Presence, contact, now forbidden We have an image and maybe a name Keep your real self well hidden Your life defined within a frame We’re living in our rectangles We decorate our rectangles I see you in your rectangles What’s beyond your rectangles I judge you by your rectangles We’re all alone in rectangles For how long stuck in rectangles Some are dark and others in murk Some move with strange and sudden jerks Watch their hands they have minds of their own And eyes which follow images unknow Each face you see just might contain Potential drops to spread the virus Unless we all on our own remain And do whatever they require us Worse we cannot trust the air Though social creatures we remain Balance safety and sanity with care And hope for happy days again
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Meg's Song 03:34
Meg’s Song The wife has asked for it A place in immortality To have herself inserted in a song I must be careful, she’ll listen closely Her expectations always high For something she’s been waiting for so long I could be witty and talk around it Create a song about that song But she ain’t fooled so easy anymore But I, I don’t write love songs They’re far too common and commercial, Don’t you agree There are far too many love songs That league of insincere poets doesn’t need me I could be flippant, create a critique Exaggerate her faults But then she’d start exaggerating mine Or make a list of things we’ve done together With a wistful look into the distance And warble some old shmaltzy cliched line But I, I can’t write love songs It’s a fundamental principle I’m asking you to respect Even if you might deserve a love song You must know by now that the best things in life are indirect So happy birthday and sing along with The tune born of the thought of Meg If you wanted something different Should have married Elton John

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Everyone needs a COVID project, so this is mine! After enjoying creating Everything is Happening all of the Time for Rate Your Music's Incognita Fortuna project I went back over a few song ideas I'd kept over the years and finished them. I haven't multitracked or manipulated vocals like this before so that was a great learning experience. I tried coming up with lyrical themes about what people were going through this year and the instrumentals were named after medical conditions like I've done since 2003. Everything was done on Reason and Record software. A lot of time was spent micromanaging the sounds so I think close listening on headphones will be rewarded.

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released December 14, 2020

Mr. Smith - voice, electronics, accordion and other photos. Meg - front and back cover picture,

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Mr. Smith Toronto, Ontario

Coming from Saint John, New Brunswick, Mr. Smith has been in many a band. Some Purple Larvae, Alexander Salamander, Caboose of Death, Cynics, Food and Feedback have all benefited from his presence. Now a solo act, his latest two recordings are now on Bandcamp. Coming at the breathtaking rate of one per decade, it's hard to keep up. Rectangles, his latest is Covid themed! ... more

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