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Cinquefoils
04:43
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There is a place before the river
Where the delta spreads five fingers
The peacocks replicate these
Patterns of the flowers in their quill tips
There is a place beyond the river
Where the anxious ones find solace
Where the tired souls find slumber
Stretched upon a bed of wildflowers
Drunk on the pollen
That’s where I lie with my lady
Just as Nature directs us
Drunk on Its pollen
Watching a procession from an anthill
They carry all the secret herbs and spices
From all the hidden plants and berries
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2. |
Come Home
03:50
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I’m trying to remember where I went wrong
I only want to talk you into coming back
I wont even ask you where ya been
Or who you been staying with
Because since you’ve been away
This house is a barren place
The phone it just doesn’t ring
Come Home (Baby)
I have imagined a thousand days
You come back through my door
Draw the bath so very warm
I will cut the wood and put the supper on
Then poor the blood red wine
To warm and to welcome you
Back to my bed
Come Home (Baby)
All the days, I couldn’t count all the days that have passed without even unsettling the dust in this room. Every time a train passes by, it shakes this tiny house to remind me that I am alone shaking without your love
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3. |
Captain
04:29
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The captain and his son sailed away
They pushed off the dock on the fifth day of May
Determined to set a new course
Led by the stars and a compass under moonlight
Then they sing:
“This is the way we were raised
Tug on the cables to straighten the sails
We’re determined to find our own way
Even if it takes us to the last day of May”
The captain spoke:
“Have you ever wanted to die?
These things I’ve known my son once or twice
There are methods of navigation through life
Please let me give you the best of advice
It takes steadfast endurance through the storm
Keep a candle and a compass always aboard
Look up to the stars every night
Always remember you’re somebody’s child, yes you’re mine”
The captain then lit up his pipe
Put a hand over brow and gazed towards the skyline
Where a pilot then struggled in flight
Too close to a mountain directly in sight
Then the captain spoke:
“You see that plane starboard thirty degrees
That’s a man lost as you’ll ever see
That’s a man lost as I think I’ve ever seen
Promise my son you will stay on the sea”
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4. |
Tone/Atone/Atonal
06:10
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i wanna know. . . .the tone
that makes yer legs go all rubbery and makes yer skin stand up prickly pear
I wanna know the tone. . . .and become that emission
There are simple things I’ve forgotten
In my slumbers I have ignored them
The sound of two feet on the sidewalk
Kicking bottlecaps across the pavement
Without song, what is worship?
In some vague way I try to communicate why-
Smoke proceeds the fire
But still lingers around the ashes
For all of these self-glorifying preoccupations
Have I known true comfort?
There are simple truths I’ve mistaken
In wasted words over simple matters
There are children playing four-square
Orbiting a yellow ball
They are laughing like there is no one
There is nothing beyond the four squares
Where I convince myself I am an atom of dust kicked up by a jump rope
For all of these self-nullifying slight misconceptions
Have I known atonement?
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“Silent Night, the prairie evening brightened by the stars, they shine relentlessly in every direction. Francis, come here, fetch your brother another beer, one before he stumbles off to war. Alex, my boy, I watched you growin up stabbing at invisible enemies don’t get yourself killed fighting someone else’s bloody cause. Frances, come on, play your brothers favorite song. . . .the one about the horse that broke the fence and threw the jockey to a bloody 4 ft mess”
Francis: The racehorse once broke through the fence
And ran towards a blood orange sunset
They used to call him Gluestick
Now it’s Thunderclap!
“Alex, my son, please don’t ever forget this place you come from, don’t get yourself killed fighting someone else’s horseshit cause. Your grandfather Babe was a farmer by trade but a solid fighter in his day. Just like Ali, just like the people’s party prophesises an analogy: An elephant sleeping will awaken one day”
Jonathan: The elephant rises to his knees
Breathes out such thunder 360 degrees
Then tramples down his oppressors with ease
Then tramples down all that he sees
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6. |
I Know Moonlight
01:41
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I know moonlight
I know starlight
I lay this body down
I walk in the moonlight
I walk in the starlight
I lay this body down
I know the graveyard
I walk through the graveyard
I lay this body down
A path under moonlight
A path under starlight
The flesh dissolves in the ground
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Confession
03:27
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In some strangers house to the only open ear
You made your next confession
On these hot summer nights you have suffered delusions
Between the movie house and the drug store
You claim necessary fictions
In this train station town, were you meant to unravel?
You welcome home with open arms each returning soldier,
And try to convince them that nothing has changed
I know about your obsessions, I have held and fed them all
I know all about each one of your obsessions, last of the late night/early morning confessions
In all these years you still haven’t learned that a busy ant has no worries
No one can carry twice their own weight in despair
You love the sight of an audience attentive to your lil’ sparrow
With a delicate chirp it reveals an imprisoned insight
You need to feel the weight of release by spilling your guts to strangers
But you will always question the sincerity of their applause
I know all about your obsessions, I have held and fed them all
I know all about each one of your obsessions, last of the late night/ early morning
confessions
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Pilot
03:31
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The pilot is tapping the gauges
Flying low flying low
Without any destination
Flying low over the mountain
Flying low
Without hope of destination
Without fear
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Look here little man
You’ve seen every square of this town
This whole town has seen you
Schlepping around like some kind of junky desperado
Searching for inspiration
waiting on inspiration
You might wait all night
For your little dog to come home
Bruised and battered
Timid of your shaking hands
One job to the next
One girl to the next
One home to the next
Paycheck to hand to mouth to paycheck
The pains are temporary
The pleasures are temporary
One dive to the next
You argue art and sustenance
Language is temporary
Flesh is temporary
Substance is temporary
(ergo)
There is no rhythm or cadence
Unbeknownst to this centrifugal
Transfer of heat and momentum
We are just honeybees and pistons
(At the height of some age of decadence)
If there is some perpetual season
Sustaining such flagrant expression
Bright dresses shaking round with hips and asses
A bonfire in our chest claims
A blur of vague formation
A lub dub blood pulsation
Like glorified organisms
In their own enchantments
Know only the rights of this metered season
With the closest blunted object administer a tempo
A blur of vague formation
A lub dub blood pulsation
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