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Meddle in the Natural Order

by Luke Michielsen

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Dandelion 02:59
You’ve been dragging down some of your friends in this town Feels like a dead tree with a heavy secret rooted in the solid ground What are we running from, sadness is a part of everyone Let it out, spill your guts, don’t you miss the bees pollinating you No one is blaming you so you better let it out and see it through I’ll stand beside you germinating in the sun And oh why I love you even though you haven’t told me the truth Give it up, spill your guts, don’t you miss the bees pollinating you ‘Cause you are a dandy liar and I am a dandelion The winds of the universe will blow my seeds away And plant them in your soil, water and sunlight make me grow River water will soothe your aching bones The rocks on the riverbed will be smooth it’s set in stone ‘Cause you are a dandy liar and I am a dandelion I’m a lion
January Snow 03:03
They skated down the river, cattails lit on fire Speaking other languages he’d never heard before Until he was older, tormented by desire He learned the names and origins of the men who held the fire He knew less about the country that his old soul was born in Then the labourers who came there looking to survive ‘Til he moved to Toronto, found a girl who loved him She told him about the spirits buried in January snow And if your spirit is buried in January snow Find a merchant at market to sell you Sage, rosemary and thyme We all want more time Loggers, mills and dynamite, tanneries insult The particles inside your nose will denigrate your art And in the forest of your lovers, love is won and lost Carried on the currents of the rivers you have crossed And his body was buried in January snow For his reason they killed him for treason And he didn’t get more time We all want more time
Marshland crow has black feathers on its breast Red and yellow paint splashed on its wings to make a crest When I was young, I was a nature conservationist You might chance upon this bird perched upon some bullrushes Staring down at murky water, tadpoles make an early lunch When I was young, I was astonished by the way things come The cold blooded green frog has leopard spots on its back And I would always creep up slowly when I tried to capture one When I was young, I would meddle in the natural order The sweet trails I used to walk and ride my bike along With the pushed down dirt where the grass doesn’t grow anymore
The Deer 03:10
In the cold light of the morning, as the deer rises from her resting place, the breath that she exhales is seen by the eyes of all us human beings. And a year ago at this same time, she was a fawn born in mother’s prime.  Playin’ just like children do, but it’s a different kind of game this time. They camped outside all night long, around the fire singin’ old folk songs.  Dressed up in their camouflage, ready to mount the barrage. She lifts her head above tall grass, in sunlight beauty is unmasked.  The hunters patiently take aim on an animal without a name. In the cold light of the morning the deer lays down in her resting place.
Altar Boy 03:37
The priest would come and pick us up, get us out of school, In his big old blue Oldsmobile And he would smoke a cigarette, on the way to pay respect, Blowing the blue smoke out the crack in the window We would wear white robes, hang crosses around our necks Carry the crucifix down the aisle The teary eyed pall bearers, would carry the coffin in The ceremony of the dead begins Incense rose in yellow light, ring the bells and share our strife Relatives will celebrate his life At the funerals of people I’d never met Well I guess I met them but they were already dead When I was an altar boy, when I was a boy When I was an altar boy in the Catholic church


released September 11, 2011


All songs written by Luke Michielsen. Copyright 2011. All rights reserved. www.lukemichielsen.com

Produced by Michael Langford at The Pawnshop, Toronto, ON.

Mastered by Peter Letros at Wreckhouse Mastering, Toronto, ON.

Cover design by Aaron Craig


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Luke Michielsen Kitchener, Ontario

For Kitchener, Ontario-based folk musician Luke Michielsen, songwriting is a necessity. Since he was a teenager, it has been a way that he processes emotions, turning his personal experiences into heartfelt songs that have connected with audiences around the world. Luke is preparing to release his new record, Landlocked. ... more

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