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Helpless
03:42
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Silence
And there’s everything
You don’t resolve.
Overcomplicate things
You won’t resolve.
Oh in the morning when I’m making coffee
Can’t have the caffeine cuz it’ll make me crazy.
I’m too tired to be anybody’s friend today
I’m too tired to be anybody’s friend today.
Silence
And there’s everything
Splayed out on the wall.
Overcomplicate things
You won’t resolve.
helpless in my office
helpless in my garden
helpless with my best friends who-
didn’t want to be that way,
didn’t know any other way to be
didn’t want to be that way
didn’t know any other way to be.
Of course you know there’s going to be a time when you feel your mind skipping the line and gripping the collar of a neuron in flight, just terrified.
Didn’t want to be that way, didn’t know any other way to be.
Out there with my tomatoes
growing too close
Watched by neighbours,
judging in Italian.
Green and rotting
On the inside.
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Potato
03:16
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The space between your eyes
Opens to the size of a sky we used to sing to
Dipped your hand into the pool
Pulled it out again
So you could feel the wind
Licking you dry
Oh and when I die
Who will feel what my body feels?
Oh oh oh and when I go
Please don’t leave me on my own
The summer air was pulling us
Out through the windows
Into the ocean
And out the other side
Some call it love
I call it life
And it sings to me a song to feel so whimsical indeed
Oh oh oh and when I die
Who will feel what my body feels?
Oh oh oh and when I go
Please don’t leave me on my own
I wish she was
Okay with staying home
And never seeing those places
She’s never seen before.
Keep spilling that dirt
All over the kitchen floor,
I’ve got an invitation
That I choose to ignore.
Someday just like
A potato
I’ll open the floor
And I’ll be below.
Someday just like
A potato
I’ll open the floor and I’ll be below.
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3. |
No Eye Contact
02:50
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4. |
Dotty Mae
04:17
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Panacea
03:51
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It takes me time alone to feel
Okay again.
It takes you time with me to feel
Okay again.
Unconsciously, I’ve attached myself to you.
Rhizomal, with roots instead of a body.
You said, some people aren’t made to last.
It’s not good, but it’s not wrong…
I hope you’re wrong.
I hope you’re wrong.
If the meds could work you’d be
On your feet again.
If you found a therapist
You’d start to trust again.
Unconsciously, I’ve attached myself to you.
Rhizomal, with roots instead of a body.
You were never the type to look for a messiah.
You were never the type to look for panacea.
You were never the type to trust the help you needed.
I was never the one to help
In the way you wanted.
And I miss you
Just like you wanted.
And I miss you…
And the way you are.
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Kalila Badali
Kalila Badali is an alternative folk/pop artist and registered psychotherapist based in Toronto, Canada.
Kalila’s music
invites her audience into an ethereal, yet groovy space with an intricate guitar picking style and vocal loops to explore the intersecting themes of mental illness, ecology, and feminism.
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