Small Ways to Move (EP)

by Kevin Wong

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1.
Wake up and roll out of bed. Shake out the weight from my head. Going from screen to screen; they say to build routines. This morning, I'm creating faster than a fire on a fibre flares up, flares out. Every window's crowded, and you ask me, "What's this really about?" Well, for now, I'll give my hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain something to do. Some way to move. Let them create, make, awful, great, anything to try to get through. Small ways to move. Dancing inside my room until my life resumes. Some days go slipping past. Some moment seem to last a lifetime. Some days I'm overcome, just staring, going numb. But this moment, I'm creating faster than a fire on a fibre flares up, flares out. You've been feeling crowded, so you ask me, "What's this really about?" Well, for now, I'll give my hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain something to do. Some way to move. Let them create, make, awful, great, anything to try to get through. Small ways to move. Dancing inside my room until my life resumes. I've been feeling empty, yet full. My heart pumps to extremes, and they all go unchecked. Something in my spirit starts to pull, pull me to a way I can connect, and give my hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain something to do. Let them create, make, awful, great, anything to try to get through, Small ways to move. I'll give my hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain something to do. Some way to move. Let them create, make, awful, great, anything to try to get through. Small ways to move. Dancing inside my room until my life resumes. Small ways to move.
2.
One more morning, one more hour staring at the door. One more week to pass alone, remembering there's more. Sitting still, the heart aches, wondering what it's aching for. Reaching out. Reaching out. There's no space for anything but work, and eat, and bed. With grids of quiet streets, and empty buildings straight ahead. Restless, raw, and hungry to be somewhere else instead. Breathe and wait. Breathe and wait. Though your heart is breaking, you'll get back what you've been aching for: A realer life. A realer life. Somewhere that feels less cold. Freedom, and space. The sun on your face. Things you can touch, can hold, can hold. Do the things you can, block out the thrum, the pulse, the hum. After all that's happening, of course you're feeling numb. And if you sometimes wonder if you like who you've become, there's a cost to what you've lost. But look how you're improving, keep your spirits up and moving to that realer life. A realer life. Standing again in a place that's not so small. No sadness to hide, no ache left inside. All of this time, just a memory you recall. And after all... Someone is suffering, but someone is fighting to help them. Someone is hurting. Someone is waiting to give. Trust in the people you know. Trust they're helping. Although sometimes it hurts, you're going to grow. into a realer life. Your realer life, outside these cubes and chrome. Somewhere you can thrive, start feeling alive. Finally you'll be home. Finally you'll be home.
3.
I'm desperate to be liked. There. I said it. I'm hungry to be seen. Peh! Now let it grow on the glass from a distance, and come back to take a pass through the lens, see the workings, see what's lacking, try again. And I'm tired of moving slow. TIred of nodding, of always hearing "Pass, thanks". Smiling, plodding home just to stew on a novel's worth of notes on why my art's not for you. Maybe in a month I'll totes be calmer. I'm so scared of going wrong, I'm clinging to my phone. Got my foot inside my mouth, can't spit it out 'til I'm alone. There's a me I think is aces, but I lost them in the faces on the floor. All the faces on the floor. Faces on the floor. And I'm tired of saying "yes". "Yes", or coming up with a lie for "No" as my heart starts drumming fast to the beat of a million ways to please and watch my mana meter drop. Time to fill it up and seize new choices. I've been scared of going wrong, I'm tethered to my phone. Always just getting along until I stumble and atone. And I sent me to the races with the wrong one of the faces on the floor. And now I'm face down on the floor. Oh, you'll never know how many words I've swallowed just so you stay comfortable and fine. Oh, you'll never know how many white flags I have raised, but then again, that blame is mine. I'm still stared of going wrong, it chills me to the bone. But if there's thoughts inside my mouth, I'll spit 'em out because I'm grown. There's a me who's pretty aces, and that face's special place is off the floor. Here on my head. I'm out the door, let's go!
4.
The Water 02:48
Let's go swim, love. It's a beautiful dawn. One last time, love, before we are gone. Take my hand gently, and let us run together to the water. The water's warm, love. Let's not sit on the shore. Let's jump in, love. We can't stall anymore. Troubles rise, shut your eyes. Time is racing past us through the water. Things will change, love. That's just how it must be. Times are hard, but don't forget about me. It's time to go, but always know that you can find me waiting by the water. The water.
5.
Cabin Fever 02:39
Eyes itch, scalp crawls, lips bitch, rage calls out. Blood rise, sweat drips, smile dies, scream slips out. What do you want? Tell me what do you want - on second thought, nope. I don't wanna know. Toss and return, think the house may be haunted, whoops. Well, flames gonna grow Under my skin. Under my skin. A fire within me. Can't get it out. Get it out. Out. Fever's rising. Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm. I'm all up in arms. Put me out. Put me out. Out. Fever's rising. Put me to bed, and leave me crying Put me to bed, and leave me lying. Do what I said. I'm done with trying. Put me to bed, and leave me lying. Feet stomp. Hands touch. Teeth chomp. Too much noise. Quick shout. Jump high. Reach out. Break my toys. What've I done? Tell me what've I done - on second thought, nope. I don't wanna deal. Toss me the keys. Well, this has been fun. Goddamnit, gotta reveal what's Under my skin. Under my skin. A fire within me. Can't get it out. Get it out. Out. Fever's rising. Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm. I'm all up in arms. Put me out. Put me out. Out. Fever's rising. Put me to bed, and leave me crying Put me to bed, and leave me lying. Do what I said. I'm done with trying. Put me to bed, and leave me lying. Glass and metal, caught in my own trap. Gotta settle, might just need a nap. Under my skin. Under my skin. A fire within me. Can't get it out. Get it out. Out. Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm. I'm all up in arms. Put me out. Put me out. Out. Under my skin. Under my skin. A fire within me. Can't get it out. Get it out. Out. Fever's rising. Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm. I'm all up in arms. Put me out. Put me out. Out. Fever's rising. Put me to bed, and leave me crying Put me to bed, and leave me lying. Do what I said. I'm done with trying. Put me to bed, and leave me lying. The fever's rising.
6.
Hey. There's no rush. There's no map. You can't be lost when you've got nothing left to lose. Try to remember you can choose to take stock, take a breath. Look around at the view. Never you mind the road behind. Look up ahead, there's more to find. Moments just like this can be enough, if you let them. Shadows can still help you find the light. Maybe it's here. Maybe you're fine. Maybe not knowing where we are can still be good. Maybe it's near, or is it a sign? Maybe your life is just unfolding as it should. Maybe now. Maybe now. Hey. So you're scared, and you're hurt, and you're tired, but can you try to let me through? I've been confused and lonely too. Moments just like this could be enough, if you trust them. We could help each other see the light. Maybe it's here. Maybe we're fine. Maybe not knowing where we are can still be good. Maybe it's near, and this is a sign. Maybe your life is just unfolding as it should. Maybe now. Maybe now. I'm just saying I see all the things that you are. And in this moment, it's just you and me just two of us, sitting on a car. Maybe it's here. Maybe I'm fine. Maybe not knowing where I am can still be good. Maybe it's clear, and this is a sign. Maybe our lives are just unfolding as they should. Maybe now. Maybe now. Maybe.
7.
Wake me, stay with me. Wake me up. Wake me, help me see. Wake me up. Help me breathe in deep. Help me grow. Show me how to keep all we know. Wake me, stay with me. Wake me up. Wake me, help me see. Wake me up. Hold me, take my hand. Skin on skin. Help me understand: Where do I fit in? Wake me, stay with me. Wake me up. Wake me, help me see. Wake me up. Wake me up.
8.
Tides 03:30
Find the silver in the lining. Find the stillness in the storm. Find the cracks where light is shining. Stay warm. Stay warm. See the helpers standing duty. There is goodness to be found. Breathe a moment, and there's beauty around, around. In and out. In and out. Tides go in and out. There are moments when I'm grieving. There are nights when I despair. Then there's moments of receiving such care, such care. And I'm counting every blessing to be able to be still. And if today I'm not progressing, well, I will. I will. In and out. In and out. Tides go in and out. And days are long, and times are strange. But we are strong, and we can change. Yes, we can change. In and out. In and out. Tides go in and out. In and out. In and out. Tides go in and out. In and out. In and out. Tides go in and out. In and out. In and out. In... and out.

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Recorded and (mostly) written in the span of three weeks during April/May 2020, this EP reflects on what it means to find ways to grow and adapt in these strange times.

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released May 22, 2020

Written & Produced by Kevin Wong except

REALER LIFE & THE WATER
Lyrics by Nick Green & Kevin Wong

MAYBE NOW & WAKE ME
Lyrics by Ali Joy Richardson & Kevin Wong

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Kevin Wong Toronto, Ontario

Kevin Wong is a singer/songwriter in the Toronto area. His sound is reflective of an eclectic blend of pop, soul, jazz, and rock influences.

Kevin’s next LP, tentatively entitled Songs from the Weekend, is digitally available now on BandCamp, iTunes, Amazon mp3, and more.

He is terrible at team sports. Just terrible.
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