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Industrial Wasteland: Venting.

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I listened to your kisses at the door
I never heard the world so clear before
You ran your bath and you began to sing
I felt so good I couldn’t feel a thing

I stood there with my ear against the wall …

Leonard Cohen:  Paper Thin Hotel.

Industrial Wasteland: Progressive.

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I’ve learned some lessons in my life
Always be careful of mankind
They’ll make you promises today
But tomorrow they change their mind
But I’m an upfull man
And I love upfull people
I’m a progressive man
And I love progressive people

Peter Tosh:  Lessons in my Life.

Industrial Wasteland: Ruminant.

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Oh I know My life’s not gonna change
And I live Through all these wasted days
Never thought That I’d end up this way
And I know It’s gonna stay the same
I thought I would be more than this.
I thought I would be more than this.

Cloud Nothings:  Wasted Days.

Industrial Wasteland: Behind door number 1.

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Chevy brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don’t let the sun blast your shadow
Don’t let the milk float ride your mind
You’re so natural – religiously unkind

David Bowie:  Rock & Roll Suicide.

Toronto Island Airport, looking south.

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Hello City, Toronto, Looking south then north.

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Hello city …
Another night at the Palace
’cause there is nothing else to do.
The same people, the same drinks and the same music,
the same quicksand
I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast.

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Second night at the Warehouse,
and my mock turtleneck just reeks.
From the liquor room to the changeroom,
to the doom and gloom
of the hotel room,

I wish this seaside beerhall would
sink into the bay.

Barenaked Ladies: Hello City.

Frog with a stone heart.

Those who want the fewest things are nearer to the gods.  Socrates.

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Ghosts in my machine.

We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.  What do you see inside?  From discord, there is harmony.

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3 views of a hot-dog stand frozen in time, and in winter.

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