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Stuff written in 2008! Which isn't on a studio album.

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released December 31, 2008

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Brooke Abbey (formerly Brooke Lunderville) is a banjo-playing pharmacist from Vancouver, BC.

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Track Name: Acacia
I will sit in my throne, though it's long overgrown Am D Am D
With briar and morning glory Am D
If you come to me there, I'll braid leaves in your hair Am D Am D
And tell you my autumn-leaf story Am D

It's a story of candles, a story of roads Am D
Of travelling there and then back home again Am G E
It's a story of princes who turn in to toads Am D
A story of sea-water witches and pain Am D E

I recall well the grace of his unseeing face
In the days when he wooed me with kindness
There were hints there to see of the tyrant he'd be
But my loving partook of his blindness

His land still sleeps darkly, his black mountains loom
But my forest is softened by blossoms and bloom
His riders of nightmare still blow their old horns
But to Michael's black sky constellations are born

When my daughter broke free, I saw nothing for me
But to serve mercy's cup to his lost pawns
But the night, come what May, must at last yield to Daye
And his dark spell lies sundered in the dawn

My rank I will count as a sickness now cured
My love was a swamp whose foul waters run pure
My name's now unvarnished by titles it wore
And I'm free now from riding as Michael's bound whore

I will sit in my throne, though it's long overgrown
With briar and morning glory
If you come to me there, I'll braid leaves in your hair
And tell you my autumn-leaf story
Track Name: Caladrius
I am the white bird, the milk-white of ermine Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
I'll cure or condemn you by looking -- or not Amsus4 Am E E7
My gaze is a wild and a fey madman's sermon Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
It cannot be taken, it cannot be bought Amsus4 Am E Am

I the white dawn of august Am
the pale noon of winter Cadd9
the robe of the virgin D
the shroud of the corpse E7

I the lily-white, Amsus4
frost-white Am
the bone-white Amsus4
the chalk-white Am
the rice-white Amsus4
the pus-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am

I the lily-white, Amsus4
frost-white Am
the bone-white Amsus4
the chalk-white Am
the rice-white Amsus4
the pus-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am
Amadd9 Am

If I look I will draw into my heart your illness Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
And heavily laden fly off to the sun Amsus4 Am E E7
And linger there burning in fiery stillness Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
Until heart, until self, until sickness are done Amsus4 Am E Am

I the unblemished teacup Am
the skull that says poison Cadd9
the fair apple blossom D
the bleached desert bones E7

I the cloud-white, Amsus4
the snow-white Am
the lamb-white Amsus4
the tooth-white Am
the egg-white Amsus4
the swan-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am

I the cloud-white, Amsus4
the snow-white Am
the lamb-white Amsus4
the tooth-white Am
the egg-white Amsus4
the swan-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am
Amadd9 Am

Can you imagine what impulse compels me? Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
I'll tell you that there is not choice but desire Amsus4 Am E E7
For when I hear calling my lover, the banshee Amsus4 Am Amsus4 Am
Then I am a pool that's extinguished by fire Amsus4 Am E Am

I the white hair of wisdom Am
the dandelion's seed-clock Cadd9
the spray of the rapids D
the pallor of death E7

I the cotton-white, Amsus4
eye-white Am
the milk-white Amsus4
the dove-white Am
the ice-white Amsus4
the moon-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am

I the cotton-white, Amsus4
eye-white Am
the milk-white Amsus4
the dove-white Am
the ice-white Amsus4
the moon-white Am
Caladrius bird Amadd9 Am
Amadd9 Am
Track Name: Casting Shadows
Summer's light is warm and bright and dense G - - Dm
and covers you as butter covers bread, as a quilt enfolds a bed Dm C Gsus4 - G
In its thick embrace you cannot sense G - - Dm
How rare and fine, how far away, are things that aren't in front of you today Dm C Dm C G

But we stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C
And dance on distant walls we never thought that we could reach G Gadd9 Dm C
We stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C
Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech G Gadd9 Dm C
We stand on the horizon casting shadows G Gadd9 Dm C
And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach Dm C Gsus4 G
Gsus4 C
Winter's light cannot replace a fire
For winter's touch is pale and loose and thin, is a cold and bitter wind
But winter's light ignites an inner pyre
For it strikes you from the side, and shadows in your heart may leap astride

We stand on the horizon casting shadows
And dance on distant walls we never knew that we could reach
We stand on the horizon casting shadows
Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech
We stand on the horizon casting shadows
And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach

I have loved the summer's radiant gleam
But when a lover reaches for my hand, I lead them to the frozen lands
For shadows meeting join without a seam
And mere absence cannot part what is joined in winter's shadowed heart

We stand on the horizon casting shadows
And dance on distant walls we never knew that we could reach
We stand on the horizon casting shadows
Reciting soaring poems in the ravens' rusty speech
We stand on the horizon casting shadows
And dance the kind of wandering a questing heart will teach
Track Name: In a Histaminor Key
Let me through, let me through, oh you cruel blood-brain barrier Am Am D Am
My true love waits for me on your farther side Am Am G D
I long to be near her, to hold and to marry her Am Am D Am
But cannot pass through, being bulky and wide Am G G D
No I cannot pass o'er to the land of my bride Am G E Am

I was counted a marvel the day I was made Am D D Am
A histamine blocker that could not sedate Am D D Am
But the armour that grants me such focus has laid Am D D Am
On my shoulders a sorrow I can't tolerate Am D D Am

Like my forebears I fit as a key fits a lock
Any H1 receptor; that part is unchanged
But the bulk shackled to me has forever blocked
Me from reaching my lady who dwells in the brain

Let me through...

The peripheral H1 receptors are many
You may think I should court one of them for a wife
But you'll never find one who's the match of my lady
Though you search through the bloodsteam for all your half-life

Her innocent beauty must count as deceptive
For her sedative power all men recognize
I know could I reach her she would be receptive
There's no other lass I will antagonize

Let me through...

Parted from her I can only know torment
And be mournful and wretched while my love is denied
If you cannot open for even a moment
Your capillary curtain, I surely must die

I will seek without flinching the great portal vein
And come all untimely to where we're all fated
Let the enzymes hepatic make end to my pain
No more to roam plasma-bound, unconjugated

Let me through...
Track Name: Instant Messenger
In the cubes of North America, the workforce sits in chairs Em Cmaj7
They do some work, within reason, between rounds of solitaire Em Cmaj7
With furtive glances bossward, hands caught in the cookie jar Am Em
They chat to one another undetected by HR Am B7 B7

It is said they passed up stressful jobs to live as simple clerks Em Cmaj7
And in their sheltered cubicles it's true they seldom work Em Cmaj7
But devote themselves to matters of ephemeral import Am Em
As long as IT hasn't found and blocked MSN's port Am B7 B7

So tell me, bored explorer, as you work while half-asleep C Em
With the sound-card disconnected to disguise the tell-tale beep C B7 B7
Is the content work-related, or a simple waste of time? Em C
Do the sentences you type compete in depth with nursery rhymes? Am B7
Was there said a word of interest? Do you struggle to recall? C Em
Do the words on instant messenger tell you anything at all? Am B7 B7 Em Cmaj7

There's an automatic chronicle, transcribing every word
Of the silent conversations that no boss has ever heard
And you'd do well to delete it if you would like to avoid
An awkward conversation where you end up unemployed

And can we slack-apologists whose paycheques go unearned
Master strange new job skills that our mothers never learned
Can you act like you are busy while exchanging idle gab?
Do your fingers linger nervously above both alt and tab?

So tell me, bored explorer...

If you value productivity, it seems a bitter curse
The slowly-rusting list of tasks whose progress is reversed
Past and future job reviews assailed with sudden guilt
Reflecting on the money that they've paid for time you've killed

If challenged to explain our motivation we can't say
What drives us to type messages for half our working day
Yet inanity entrances; we return as one compelled
To a world of aimless chatter, lowercase and poorly spelled

So tell me, bored explorer...
Track Name: It's Just So Nice When Someone Knows Your Name
I'd like to be a felon on the ten most wanted list C G C C7
I haven't yet decided what great crime I should commit F F C G
I could steal a battleship or tap the whitehouse phone F F C F
The secret service would make sure I never was alone F C G7 C

It's just so nice when someone knows your name F C
And special agents track you down F
And people pay to have you drowned C G
I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name G C

I'd like to be the answer to a Sunday crossword clue
And people would write in to Mr. Shortz to say “How could you?”
“We puzzlers like a challenge, we puzzlers like to think,”
“But this one was so obvious, we wrote the name in ink.”

It's just so nice when someone knows your name
And your birthday party's headline news
And papparazzi follow you
I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name

I'd like to be the first name in the phone directory book
So lonely telemarketers would not have far to look
And frat boys whose fine motor skills have been dissolved by beer
Won't find it overtaxing to breathe heav'ly in my ear

It's just so nice when someone knows your name
And writes it on the flimsy walls
Of ill-reputed bathroom stalls
I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name

I'd like for some religious sect to think I was their god
It would be such a comfort as through lonely life I plod
For somedays you're the statue, and somedays you're the pigeon
But someone always loves you when you've got your own religion

It's just so nice when someone knows your name
And you have a jewel-encrusted crown
And minions follow you around
I mean, it's nice when someone knows your name
Track Name: Mistigris
I make my home between the ocean and the graveyard E Bm E
And as I fall asleep one ear hears the quiet of the harbour Esus4 E Esus4 E
And one ear hears a silence more profound Esus4 E B

I make my home between the dockyards and the taverns E Bm E
And prostitutes patrol between, and pigeons linger overhead Esus4 E Esus4 E
And heroin and rice roll up on shore Esus4 E B

My home is dressed in sheets of corrugated metal E Bm E
And stucco made of broken glass coats timbers brittle with the years Esus4 E Esus4 E
Of drinking gloom and fog in to their bones Esus4 E B

But when the sun slips through the clouds and makes the gutters shine like diamonds E Am E
Then every rusted chain-link fence encloses pieces of my heart Am E B

And every oil-stained patch of asphalt, every faded blue tarpaulin E Am E
Every rat's nest on the seawall, every traffic cone bleached yellow Am E Am E
Every splintered alley gateway overrun with morning glory Esus4 E Esus4 E
Reminds me why I'll never leave my town E Bm E
Reminds me why I'll never leave my town E Bm E
Track Name: Mustard
The martinizer's art Am A
Has freed me from my doubts Am A
And lifted the stain from my heart Am A
They got the mustard out E Am

I never thought that they could D A
I thought that hot dog had marked me for good D A
I didn't relish the thought D A
Of an eternal yellow polka-dot E

The martinizer's art
Has freed me from my doubts
And lifted the stain from my heart
They got the mustard out

I want to shout out my praise
Somebody give that drycleaner a raise
Friends, you know what to do
When your sins ketchup to you

The martinizer's art
Has freed me from my doubts
And lifted the stain from my heart
They got the mustard out
Track Name: My Breakup Song Is Shorter Than Yours
D Bb C D
You have found the key to my heart
D Bb D
I'll have to have the locks changed now
Bb A
Thanks pal.
Track Name: Mystery Crows
mystery crows swooping down on the pavement Am D
steal buttons & bows for their mystery clothes Am G D
mystery crows in unavian raiment Am D
don't grace us with any expository prose Am G D
So with every new garment their mystery grows Am G G6 Am

mystery crows dressed in shining apparel Am D
is there some enticement that I can propose? Am G D
can I tempt you with diamonds, or rubies, or beryls Am D
to pause in your scavenging drive to disclose Am G D
the purpose behind your bizarre new-made hose Am G G6 Am

mystery crows do not answer my questions Am D
o corvus corax do you think we are foes? Am G D
mystery crows I mean you no aggression Am D
I'd never oppose any garb that you chose Am G D
I just wonder what fancy inspires these shows Am G G6 Am

mystery crows cock their heads at me queerly Am D
as if with one will, the whole murder arose Am G D
mystery crows fly away, but they leave me Am D
the answer they chose: one pale winter rose Am G Bm
drifting silently downward as soft the wind blows Am G G6 Am
Track Name: Planet with a Forest
Stargate Command, have you put down your coffee? F Bb
Are you sitting down and sedate? C F
For I must announce an exciting discovery F Bb
From our latest trip through the gate C F

It's a planet with a forest!
See I told you - exciting and new
And not just any old forest!
Like the last three hundred and seventy two

I know what you're thinking, this is all so familiar
They just dialed the wrong place to explore
But I think when you've heard my next startling disclosure
You'll know we can't have been there before!

There's a village - in the forest!
It has hastily-made wooden shacks
And, sir, you aren't going to believe this -
They have papier maché artifacts!

On that planet - with a forest!
It's as novel as novel can be
It's not just any old forest
Like the last three hundred and seventy three!

You know, I am starting to have my suspicions
That we're not in a new galaxy
Though this planet we went to was at a new address
Your initials are carved in that tree

On that planet - with a forest!
Who could ask for anything more?
It's not just any old forest
Like the last three hundred and seventy four

It's a planet, with a forest!
Proving that novelty thrives
It's not just any old forest
Like the last three hundred and seventy five
Track Name: The Giant Squid Has Not
Birds have flocks and ponies have socks G G7
The surface of the moon has craters and pocks C C7
Cars have shocks and mobsters have glocks G E7
Mutual funds have large-cap stocks D D7
But the giant squid G
The giant squid C Cm
The giant squid has not. G Cdim C D7 G

No, the giant squid has nothing his own B Em
But the icy depths he prowls alone B Em
And if he looses a sad squid moan B Em C
It's lost in the murk of the deep G C
Where only the giant squid sleep D7 G

Jewelers have clocks and doors have locks
Highschool football teams have jocks
Boats have docks and toddlers have blocks,
Vulcanologists have igneous rocks
But the giant squid
The giant squid
The giant squid has not.

A squid's possessions do not exist
His inventory is an empty list
His economic model isn't capitalist
That invisible hand can't reach
A mile below the nearest beach

A hound has a fox and farmers have cocks
Pedestrian crossings have a signal for "walk"
Climbers have chalk, butter has a crock
Schrodinger's cat has a hazardous box
But the giant squid
The giant squid
The giant squid has not.

But there's one detail I've swept under the rug
For tentacles wiggling like excitable slugs
Are the features of a creature who was built to... hug!
So if you dive in to the blue
A giant squid might have... you.

Bagels have lox and sed has awk
Fastidious painters are sure to have smocks
Ladies have frocks and gardens have phlox
A CDC research lab has samples of pox
But the giant squid
The giant squid
The giant squid has not.
Track Name: The Space Lasers May Already Have Penetrated My Tinfoil Helmet (Despite My Extensive Field Research)
Yesterday's tomorrow is today, D Am
Today's tomorrow is tomorrow Am G
Tomorrow's tomorrow is also tomorrow G A
Time stops tomorrow A D
Wait.

Yesterday's tomorrow is today, D Am
Tomorrow's yesterday is today, Am G
Today's today's today, which is to say G A
Today is here to stay A D
Wait.

Yesterday's tomorrow is today D Am
But only yesterday it was today Am G
So yesterday is tomorrow G A
Have I got that right? A Bm

Why do my tenses go astray? Bm Bb
I should move somewhere away Bb D
From that tacky tourist tower D A
And its time-unwinding power A Bm

The space needle stabs the sky Bm Bb
And the surface of space time Bb D
The dead rise from the grave and rejoice D A
My bubble-gum stays eternally moist A Bm

And it's so hard to keep it straight Bm Bb
Am I too early or too late? Bb D
Am I dead or somehow still young? D A
Has this song already been sung? A Bm Bb A

So
Yesterday's tomorrow is today D Am
Look, that's all I'm going to say Am G
G A
A D
Track Name: Unhappy Campers
You tell me it's the age of miracles, of wonders, marvels, feats G Gsus4 G D Em
You say "Consider life for cavemen - now does not your life seem sweet?" Em Cadd9 G D Em
I take my cherry penicillin in my space-age plastic spoon Em B G
You're counting blessings for me while I'm counting footprints on the moon G Am D Em

And the count leaves me unsatisfied; I want there to be more Em Bm D Em
My boots are on, the laces tied, and I am heading out the door Em Bm D Em
You wave me out with some disgust Em C
You tell me "Leave me if you must, C G
"It's plain to me to see you never will be happy. G D Cadd9 G

And I say unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow Em C D G
Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go Em C D G
And I am not blind to wonder C G
And I do not shrink from awe Am Em
But the shining beauty of today reflects Am D Em
A light on to the place to travel next G D G

I watch you chewing on my words like they're a bubble gom jabbar
I don't mean to cause you hurt and I agree that we've come far
But don't you tell me that the angels' crystal songs have all been sung
For I have found another ladder and we're on the lowest rung

And the ladder's top is dangling lost to view in outer space
The abandoned finish line of the mighty nations' race
But if they've laid down their baton
We'll pick it up and carry on
For now is not the time to sit and watch the sunset

And it's unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow
Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go
And I am not blind to wonder
And I do not shrink from awe
But the shining beauty of today reflects
A light on to the place to travel next


You may rest upon your laurels; I prefer to stay awake
You may sail your placid seas, but if I'm there, the boat will shake
I am singing up an earthquake while you sing your lullaby
For it's through trouble and upheaval that we reach towards the sky

But do not let my disparagements your cheerful heart destroy
For though I reject contentment, I have traded it for joy
Storm and struggle both accord
A paradoxical reward
The sweetest dreams in life are not achieved in slumber

For it's unhappy campers lift us up and make us grow
Unsatisfied yearning shows us where we need to go
And I am not blind to wonder
And I do not shrink from awe
But the shining beauty of today reflects
A light on to the place to travel next
Track Name: Worm Herder
intro: Bm B Bm B
I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies Bm E
Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys Bm F#
I'm an ecological kind of a girl Bm A E G
Doing soil science at the bottom of the world F# Bm B

They call me Doctor 'cause of my post-graduate status
When the science teams see me their brains go on hiatus
My statistical methods sections spin their poor heads
Plus you know that I'm a lady who just looks good in red

I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies
Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys
I'm an ecological kind of a girl
Doing soil science at the bottom of the world

I'm fertilizing the desert for to study the bugs
The helicopter pilots help me handle my jugs
Of nutrient solution which I pour on my plots
I don't really need assistance but those helo boys are hot

I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies
Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys
I'm an ecological kind of a girl
Doing soil science at the bottom of the world

So if you're looking for a lady with a fun attitude
You can find me down at 77 South latitude
We'll be playing igloo kegball in the midnight sun
That is as soon as my scientific survey gets done

I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies
Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys
I'm an ecological kind of a girl
Doing soil science at the bottom of the world

I'm a worm herder doing nematode tallies
Here at McMurdo in the antarctic valleys
I'm an ecological kind of a girl
Doing soil science at the bottom of the world