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Morphogenesis

by Paco Dvoi

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1.
With regards to my sound and expression I wanna make a confession I hope this doesn’t sound false Or like a phony sales pitch from another adult But I’m here to offer flowers with sonic form My name is Paco Dvoi My vision to colour a void by picking, plucking and presenting tones As a vocal guitarist I’m like a DIY punk florist I make intuitive designs Based on gut feeling, colour, lines And offer them up to urban minds With a pretty little ribbon of rhythm and rhyme My work is quite simple It’s like a park-picked tulip sniffed by A wrinkled nose On sister or bro Sampling sweet scent of fragile nature But unlike the dazzling arrangements of popular florists You won’t find in my two lips a prize-winning forest Just basic parts, a verse, a chorus Like a humble stem leading to porous petals of skin To breathe within This planet of light where some poets sing Ladies and gentlemen I bring you simple arrangements A chance at engagement A glorious moment of cheap entertainment I hope you enjoy My words and fretted toy If you lend me your ears You may just hear A fragrant phrase From a blossoming wood player’s hollow vase
2.
Money 03:55
PACO: You say you want money, money, money, Money for your body. But listen to me honey, I’ve no money for your body. But if you like honey, oooh I’ll share some sweetness and be funny, ahhh. Said if you like honey, ooh, I’ll share some sweetness and be funny, ahhh. Money will come and go with every penny. Money is not as rich as love, my lady. Hold my hand and walk with me Indulge my good boy fantasy Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s stroll like lovers fancy free Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s sing like birds, let’s climb a tree. Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s smile away. ESPERANZA: Honey, you’re awfully sweet but c’mon buddy I’ve studied every man while makin money. There’s a beast in every gentlemanly bunny You may have heart, but I’m more deep and hot and savvy If you like punani Step up and show me you’ve got money! Said if you like punani Step up and show me you’ve got money! BOTH VOICES: Money. Money, money, money, money. ESPERANZA: I need to make some money PACO: I’ve no money for you honey. Honey. I ain’t no sleezebag acting funny. I love your eyes. Nothing to do with paying money. ESPERANZA: Bunny! Silly horny sidewalk bunny. I don’t give strangers free ride in my sweet punani But if you feel sunny, bring me some food and we’ll talk chummy. Said if you feel sunny, bring me some food and we’ll talk chummy. PACO: Hold my hand and walk with me Indulge my good boy fantasy Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s stroll like lovers fancy free Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s sing like birds, let’s climb a tree Hold my hand and walk with me Let’s smile away BOTH: Money. Money, money, money, money. (I need to make some money.) I’ve no money for you honey. Money. Money, money, money, money. People always want money. Life's more sweet without the money. Money. Money, money, money, money. (I need more money. Gimme some money. I want more money. More, more, more money.) People always want money. Life's more sweet without the money. (I need your money. Gimme your money.) Money. Money, money, money, money. People always want money, oooh. Money, money, money, money.
3.
It's a Trial 01:57
It’s a trial to be a person aging body imperfections limited perception hoping to see more open to explore yet certainly uncertain of what the truth is behind the curtain. It’s a trial to make a living standing or sitting no matter how you’re giving the question’s always ringing: How could I be happier living what I’m living? It’s a trial to be yearning a person of burning desires self-doubt secretly mouthed to a diary, a pillow, or lover without clear knowledge of your mysterious route or the deep down demons that twist and shout It’s a trial to be fulfilled negativity nil perfectly present issues killed It’s a trial in this west To feel deeply blessed With that lingering pest death adding stress while pressed to do your best cause you need to invest in well-written tests cast a radiant image and be a social success It’s a trial to lack vision in a mechanical system where the alarm clock is God and your brain is fogged so to make your thoughts jog you suck back coffee head out to your job resent you’re not wealthy but you at least have a blog that 12 subscribe to so you’re not just a cog It’s a trial to break free from the mold and see that a lifetime on Earth is worth more than money and it pays to go after love and laughter sharing with freaks and geeks and masters and animals and plants which deserve more rants cause we’re not the only ones in this universe of chance and no matter your stance you depend on the dance ff light, earth, water and biochemical romance. It’s a trial to be human man, child, or woman alive in this place of mystery and grace busy on surface questioning purpose pressured to erase juvenile passions which are seen as a waste by parents or spouses who got slapped in the face lost their faith and so embraced the fear of collapsing they couldn't replace.
4.
Hey there mister fumbling rocker There’s something here Called inspired life Do you feel it inside? Do you feel it inside? Do you feel the angels inside? Hey there mister wrinkled mirror I bet your missin mama clarity I believe I can see I believe I can see I believe I can seem unseemly Oh good God I’m locked in my mind Hey where did the trouble come from? Hey why did the teapot spill? I can take a new pill I can take a new pill Should I take a new pill to kill? Oh good God I’m locked in my mind. Hey aum, I can breathe like a guru Hey aum, I can pray like a monk But there’s a side of me punk And at times I get thumped And my body goes plunk Believe me Oh good God I’m locked in my mind Oh good God it’s lonely sometimes Oh good God I'm stumblin blind
5.
Reconnection 02:08
I’m the smartest guy I know, he said Proud and doped, his eyes all red And no one tells me what to do I move with my moods I choose I booze I score I screw And if I lose I take the bruise. No one tells me what to do I’m the king of my universe The boss of my truth And I love you like a brother, he said Staring intently A tuque on his head I love you man, Because I’ve known you since we were ten Before all the shit happened And we became men I love you man Because we shared so much And 20 years of bullshit since we lost touch Is a blink in the eye Of one spacey guy Because quite frankly, he said You’re a fuckin space cadet To turn your back and forget With no signs of regret Treating me like less than a silhouette I bet The skin on my neck That you will never get How much it hurt me When you ignored me And left Wearing that invisible coronet High on opportunities As a university-bound Cassette To record and repeat What those cushy professors Will have you believe I don’t need anyone to teach me how to make sense of this world Blue pearl In pocket Of Earl of Greed I live it I breathe it I see it I feel it You don’t even know one tenth of the shit I’ve been through In this quick and passing life Dealing with illness And violence And things not right But none of that shit matters Because here and now It’s you and I Face to face With an opportunity to make peace and embrace And I just wanted to get that shit off my chest To make the best Of what is left In this crazy test Of love and will And total mental unrest So listen here my good old friend Much time has passed And it’s time to mend That stuff between us That made no sense Hold me tight, he said While loud music blared at night I love you my brother I’ll always love you
6.
I keep cutting out from the social talk At the table right here with my friends I keep zoning out with my distant thoughts Wondering how to feel free In the blessed light Of a Canadian night With laughter spirit and love I got caught up in a shadowy dream Circling slowly Feeling less holy This moment was my own only home I’m tired of living in spaceland I’m tired of waiting for more I’m tired of playing the same melodies Backwards and forwards in limbo It’s a beautiful night I’d love to feel right My feet are ready to soar Caught up in a shadowy dream Circling slowly Feeling less holy This moment is my only home. Bye, bye kingdom in sky Goodbye idealized future life Bye bye Ultimate high As something to dream of And die Hello, hello Moment alive (tu-tu-tu) Hello, hello, creature inside (tu-tu-tu) I put out a shadowy dream Where I circled slowly And felt less holy This moment was my only home Now I sing with invisible wings breathing in deeply sounding tongue sweetly this moment is my only home
7.
Purest State 01:55
I wanna be a technology-free naked vegetarian I wanna be a bark-loving, simple-living, primitivistic aquarian I don’t wanna participate in the frenzied rate of nature rape that stakes our planetarium I just wanna live like a forest-aged, out of cage humanitarian This twisted city system I’ve been stuck in Feels like a chain of bricks that rips my back's skin I wanna plant some seeds I wanna hear some bees I wanna pee from ancient tree while high on fragrant breeze But you know what? It ain’t easy Climbing a tree takes steady knees And skill and will and hope and … Jeez, I’m a city boy Elevators are perfect for me. They take me up and I just have to touch and see So all of this poetry talk really is just a tease ‘Cause even though I dream of surrounding green I buy my soy milk at the drugstore And my whole wheat bread and my almond butter … Straight off the rack in a pack from the back And you know what else? The money I make teaching Spanish Let’s just say I don’t need it to vanish Cause here I can buy micro-brewed beer A CCM bicyle And the smartest cell phone Every two years What more could a modern guy need Aside from some love through a pixeled feed? Ooh, I would love to get away from this grid And the clutter and noise at once get rid But I can’t really do it Cause I’m trapped like a fluid In a bottle sealed shut Made of plastic and stuck In a factory case In a shipping cage To be sold as water In its purest purest purest state
8.
I’m caught in a bind oh holy twister of life I’m caught in a bind, blind I’m blind to my mission in this rational fiction In a world where poverty rules Poverty of mind Poverty of goals Poverty with money Poverty of soul Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I’m noticing time unfolding in line Ticking my seconds alive A shadow of choices camouflaging good voices Voices that sing in my mind Richness of mind Richness of goals Richness with money Richness of soul Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Help me oh mystery With my grain of history Help me find peace in the sand Help me be free to help a sailor in need Help me to cushion this land Richness of mind Richness of goals Richness with money Richness of soul
9.
It’s called a progress trap Have you heard of that? It’s nothing new but it’s worth a rap Things we’ve developed to move fast that add to threat of system collapse A progress trap can be techno crack Like cars on gas, radiating gadgets, packaged snacks Or cutting edge weapons that in seconds can blast foreign siblings in political masks A progress trap It’s like factory farms producing vast quantities of milk and meat replete with antibiotics, hormones, ammonia and other treats while animals and people suffer the beats tweet tweet What’s your beef? How sharp are your teeth? We’re sharing knowledge on worldwide college suspicious of big brother’s internet storage Are we moving forward or getting slapped? What the frack? I’m an optimistic man but it’s worth assessing the cracks on the turtles back. Is civilization the ultimate state Or is it the source of destruction we can’t escape? I ain’t pretending to be the great light of trees But I do believe in asking questions and adopting inventions only if they truly support our needs Can you feel the same breeze? It’s whistling past us while the continents bleed
10.
I toss a stone into a pond And play a rhythm slowly drawn I’ve got no beats, no cutting noise I’m just a word man using voice. The elemental part of me Believes in something I can’t see It’s like a moisture in the breeze Born of great big distant sea I watch the ripples of a psalm And feel the darkness coming on How do I follow to the dawn Of a more ecstatic age? It seemed so hollow to be free Of resonating artistry. But now I know. Oh I know, It's potent to simply be. To be a man. To be one Poetic part of hymn. To be a song on a tongue. Part of nature’s one eternal hum.
11.
Children of a higher purpose I am standing behind this mic to spit some light from teeth to night It seems to me that many of us artists, thinkers, makers, potential society shakers are not big enough communicators in spite of freedom of expression and technological inventions providing power to maximize people connections And I do suspect that amazing individuals from living rooms to bus stops, plazas to workshops, cafes to meditational caves all over the world are inspired by transformation the chance to change just a piece of civilization much more rewarding than pool-side drinks on all-inclusive vacation And so I would like to offer a 4-point directive irrespective of how subjective my introspective artist perspective may seem to one or more in the listening collective Number one Unrecognized outliers should not give a fuck if accused of being stuck in dead-end limbo or sticky muck exploring thoughts connecting dots but lacking the shiny trophy to show what their efforts have brought I suggest to not give a fuck because the truth about limbo is that it is practiced by individuals with flexibility and guts who bend their backs and risk collapse to deliver bold expressions of honesty, beauty, or awesome ability like a Vincent Van Gogh or Ed Allan Poe maybe living in obscurity but doing what feels most true Number two Hesitant non-conformists should commit to their attractions like a teenage rebel to a hot tattoo because in the worst case scenario it’s better to change your mind than to be a dying person who never pursued what the heart wanted but mind decided I should not do Like a flathead screw driver tightening the lock on writer’s block Number three No matter how shite things may seem, there is power in hope whether insecure, depressed, socially rejected, unemployed, or drug addicted the possibility of positive change can make a dark brain feel uplifted so it’s beneficial to have faith and believe that transformation is something our hearts and our minds in time can weave There’s a difference between humility and the denial of one’s authenticity and whatever the space in society a spontaneous person is PURE VITALITY. Number four I believe it heals to draw from the core to spew things out more to be fountains of honesty erupting through vocal chords expulsing wisdom spreading love and consciousness against ignorance and conformity like radical animal lovers protectors of non-human others yelling for creatures with no authority or musicians late at night feverishly gliding through scales of infinite flight Children of a higher purpose I am one like you another human with pairs of shoes but aside I soap each sole with truth adding brilliance to foot by foot to step with confidence and talk with honesty facing death with each inspired breath to feel renewed instead of screwed as time erases point of view Children of a higher purpose the clock is talking loudly and so instinctively I say this unscientifically pray this through words and verse spoken with no reverse: Break free from the grip of mainstream circuit it’s time to design a whole new circus!
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There comes a moment when things are No longer blue Illusion of mindfuck pixies Doesn’t soak through Praise to that lucky day when “Nothing to lose” Smiled through my window and brought me Attitude Oh higher Signal control Thanks for the chance to tune into A heavier role Oh higher Signal control I’m feeling more solid I’m feeling more Go Empowered by vitalizing biscuits of truth My human mammalian mente Polished the view I hope I don’t burn this being I wanna begin To make all this abstract meaning Harder than gin Oh higher Signal control Thanks for the chance to tune into A heavier role Oh higher Signal control I’m feeling more solid I’m feeling more old

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Folk rock songs and spoken word, including a duet with bluesy soul rebel, Esperanza. Featuring Karen Rauh on keyboard, electric guitar and background vocals; Laura Nerenberg on violin; Stand Up Steve Donnelly on bass; and Pancho Medina of Toximetro on electric guitar.

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released October 8, 2015

All songs and poetry written by Paco Dvoi.
Morphogenesis was recorded, mixed and mastered by Stephen K. Donnelly at Tenvolt in Ottawa (except tracks 1 and 11, which were recorded by Tariq Anwar).
Photo on album cover by Sarah Ruest.

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Paco Dvoi Ottawa, Ontario

Paco Dvoi is a lyrically-driven artist whose songs and spoken word often touch on the mystery of life, the reality of death, the struggle for fulfillment, and the delicate state of the world.

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