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52
01:57
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Silver Screen
06:07
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don’t resist sister
your boarded-up brain
somewhere in Portugal
dreaming dreams of Spain
just hang on hoarder
your hands are so full
ignore the gravity
and all that classroom bull
don’t resist mister
your new feet of clay
the urge to board a bus
with nothing nice to say
don’t sing out cantor
though you know the song
the words as old as weather
the rhymes as wrong as wrong
standing in the street light
looking like a scene
from the golden age
of the silver screen
standing in the cold rain
looking like a scene
from the golden age
of the silver screen
standing on the tarmac
looking like a scene
from the golden age
of the silver screen
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3. |
Baby
04:22
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last night i met a baby
12 weeks old or so, maybe
when we were around the table
he was as engaged as his little lizard brain
would let him be
his eyes met ours
and he tried to follow
what was going on about him
it was all very charming
then we moved to another room
out of the kitchen
into the “living” room
the beam was on.
and he turned off.
though we cooed and cajoled
and snapped our fingers
his eyes were locked
on the flickering pictures
it’s true: he may not be lost
but even at one hundred days
i have my doubts
I have my doubts…
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4. |
satin fist
05:06
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a circle is a round straight line
with a hole in the middle
a large is a medium
with a little less little
here’s some lava from a fissure
for to take your world away
here’s your eye in a camera
it’s the martyr of the day
Big Bugle
Big Ol’ Horn
Little Flute
Big Trombone
grab your cab mister calloway
ride it down derelict rows
purple bruises and contusions
give your people white tie shows
like crayon on wax and paint on walls
tongue-tied gun-shy medicine
knock three times with a satin fist
strains of brass will let you in
Big Bugle
Big Ol’ Horn
Little Flute
Big Trombone
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5. |
wrapped in gauze
05:44
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it’s been a long furrow
seen nights seen days
seen balloons in the sky
and heat that made me shiver
and water and rocks
and a half fault
and a clock tick-tocks
and the river spoke
wrap it in gauze head to toe
wrap it in gauze even though
at the end of the day
it’s a little thing to say
at the end of the night
I just might, just might…
been around the block
i been up-current
floating ‘round the rocks
like the worlds that weren’t
wrap it in gauze head to toe
wrap it in gauze even though
at the end of the day
it’s a little thing to say
at the end of the night
I just might, just might…
at the end of the day
it’s a little thing to say
at the end of the night
I just might, just might…
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6. |
the cold
02:55
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7. |
falling skyward
04:22
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feel the seatbelts melting
the world careens across the median
a calendar trapped in amber
sending in and sending out the clouds
falling skyward
falling skyward
one more once in a lifetime chance
to make another first impression
serfs and sires, friendly fires
genuflect to our left
falling skyward
falling skyward
red lights flashing at the crossroads
a train plows straight into the station
a bitter laugh
the final draft
blows darkly
towards the heavens
falling skyward
falling skyward
skyward, skyward…
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8. |
let's sleep on it
04:54
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Let’s talk about this tomorrow
let cooler heads prevail
Why send our words to war now
to die in the detail
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Let’s go to bed
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Leave things left unsaid
Don’t make this thing an invoice
we pay back with regret
Let’s just choose the wiser choice
perchance to dream, forget
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Let’s go to bed
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Leave things left unsaid
let’s sleep on it, the battle lines are drawn
let’s sleep on it, and send our armies out at dawn
I know the first shot’s been fired
full of sound and fury
But it’s so late and you’re so tired
so for now let’s leave it be
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Leave something left unsaid
Let’s sleep on it, sleep on it
Let’s go to bed
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9. |
with evening stars
03:14
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sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
when the sunset turns to dark
I hear, I hear the evening stars
the evening stars in your voice
take this stubborn hand
and blow upon its back
and sing me to sleep
with the evening stars in your voice
morning will come, of that there is no choice
morning will come, there is no choice
and waking I will hear the evening stars
the evening stars in your voice
take this stubborn hand
and blow upon its back
and sing me to sleep
with the evening stars in your voice
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10. |
gulls
05:42
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The sun shone down
It hit your hair
I was falling so hard
I could only stare
The earth turned ‘round
The moon rose high
I was falling so hard
When it lit your eye
I drank the words
that poured from your mouth
Drunk on possibility
I stumbled about
The rain fell soft
Upon the lake
I was falling so hard
I began to shake
I drank every word
that poured from your mouth
Drunk on possibility
I stumbled about
In the middle
of a beautiful riddle
How can it be
that this happened to me?
The sun shone down
It hit your hair
I was falling so hard
I could only stare
The sun shone down
on seagull wings
The sun shone down
on seagull wings
The sun shone down
on seagull wings…
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