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Root Rot

from Homonyms by John

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Well there was a time when I sang my mind without thinking that heads would ever turn. Whatever I felt, however I dealt was my only concern.

And so I sang it out, without any doubt, never minding what I was not. And my audience grew and soon I grew too – I grew aware of what they might have thought.

It was root rot -- I was drowning in my pot. It was root rot, and my nerves were shot.

Well it was hard to pull myself up out of soil that I’d grown so fond of. I’d been there so long that I’d forgotten song and I told myself, “Well, maybe this is love.”

But it wasn’t love I’d found, just saturated ground. I never knew that water would do be wrong. And given time to dry out, all of these words filled my mouth and melody came creeping up behind.

It went, “Root rot -- I was drowning in my pot. Root rot, and my nerves were shot.”

And now all of this is whistleless, without ribbons bells or any bows. But I’m wanting to say it and I’m needing to play it and I don’t care if you think I’m writing weak prose.

So here it goes – I am a rose, I’m a rose in winter window.

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from Homonyms, released August 16, 2019

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John St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

Dreamy and dreary Indigenous led folk rock grandchild of country and pop.

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