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With The Future
03:44
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I set you down
I’m so cold
I’m sorry you can’t feel my warmth anymore
What do you want with the
future at your fingertips
What?
Tar-feathered by this change
I’m too reflective to engage
What do you want with the
future at your fingertips
What?
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2. |
Chinook
02:58
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It would take a whole night to play those
half recorded songs
from the radio
on unlabeled tapes
sweet jane
I’m all ears
Sideways glancing at the thing the sky had made
We were holding our breath for the long western sigh
Colourful people
Colourful walls for colourful people
Red sliver of a moon could deceive you
But MacEwan Park Close yards are still lit with life
There’s a house, and beyond that, the house that brought you
Took out my summer clothes for the chinook, as we
were holding our breath for the long western sigh
Colourful people
Colourful walls for colourful people
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3. |
Amsterdam
04:01
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Layers uncurl where there were only closed flowers
I get the courage, my eversion shows you other colours
Rumbling just below traffic, abandoned conversations
Cheating fear, surviving cities, leaving old elements there
Amsterdam don’t let me down
Seasons could collaborate
forget the movements
When I move you, you’ll move with me
Distal and unlocked from those that remain with other matter
Amsterdam don’t let me down
Seasons could collaborate
Forget the movements
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4. |
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You had summarized it a time
Character girls and their quiet guys
I now encounter a mouthful of stories
between cheek and teeth
ruminating half sentences
What I wish to win
and the ending
I’m rearranging one hundred tables
You had summarized it a time
Character girls and their quiet guys
While your gold arms grow electric
and premonitory
in the dark room
and out of the corner, your profile
is the event
What I wish to win
and the ending
I’m rearranging one hundred tables
Oceans rise under my coat
I’m your island overthrown
I want new flags
I want new flags
I want new flags
I just sew, sew, sew
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5. |
Evergreen
04:22
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Shining smile like a brand new dollar
I for one am windowed
permitting you to let live
allowing you to see in
Cause a great house can stand
with no people no doors
Lonely hinges
hang-ons
An evergreen wall is
smothering
makes so many hearts
grow apart
We know homes burn
you’d think we’d see
what in the heat
isn’t apparent for saving
A guest takes off their shoes
lets loose
inside the trust of staying
only while eyes of hosts
are open and willing
I tip-toe
your mild slumber surprises you
with new scenery
B with her face that laughs
A face that knows what it has
no slow disclosure
blue eyes blast
I think of her after a few days have passed.
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6. |
July
03:53
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July, a silver and gold month
Afternoon, white washed sun
Hallways resounded our festival
Hearts rule behind the pines
The air hesitates like a loose memory
Finding our thoughts homeless, we
trespass into one another
Our voices humbled by autumn choices
Two leaves left when you said I’ll go too
if anywhere can love you like I do
Thunderhead, our voices each stop for the others spark
July, a silver a gold month
Borrowed blue in the sky overhead
those girls that washed the careless moon
and sunk their heels down by the river
made still the current to calm the rock that
swayed and stomped
Thunderhead, our voices each stop for the others spark
coloured lightning and watching the dark
Leonard Cohen on a Belgian summer night
I slept while you remembered the rest
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7. |
New Year's Eve
03:49
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All those birds that dropped with the apple
In Arkansas
Empty stomachs and no real cause
Maybe fireworks
Sentiment some times will lapse along with time
and weaken in your chest
A crisis hits and hearts will shock
with a rush and find how deep
that sentiment really is
You think of this
Maybe fireworks
Sentiment burns a hole, bares the rest
the blood that rests on it
Remember a hammer at your door
The sky falling on your darkened home
The starlings were sympathy sick
For the black wing, the jackdaw, for the spit
And the forest fire in a dream I had
The pavement slick with earlier rain
I believed it all in that one spark
Maybe fireworks
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8. |
Clean Break
03:05
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The year I gave you that shirt you hated
and you wrote a book with the look that you made
It hung like death in your closet
until they threw all your things away
I used to only see you when I was
cleaning up after a man and what it
did to you to have to think of him again
You’ve the weakest grasp with those diaphanous hands
But let’s keep this clean
like true love
mentors
heaps of first aid
There were a million bells calling to you
Folks walking by humming, those songs were for you
The rivers all run out just to flood you with love
Sweetheart, you should get a job
Let’s move on and you can get a job
Put your trust in it
It can happen for one and all
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9. |
Lungs
03:52
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I’ve known your lungs
but not enough
to know those lungs are now full of blood
Songbird throated all the
secrets of the non-sense above the clouds
It hurts sometimes
in the way that you feel it in your ribs
feel it in your fingertips
Or on the side of your sleeping head
pillow of lace and lead
Or in the way where the city’s torn in two
and one half drops with the weight of you
A stringed instrument could follow your tune
stretched by the inevitable falling we’ll do
You meet it at the edge of the bitter ocean
a sand pile sure knows how to glitter now
Waist deep into the final hours
before the sun tower topples into flowers
And now it seems the city’s torn in two
and one half drops with the weight of you
A stringed instrument could follow your tune
stretched by the inevitable falling we’ll do
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10. |
Hummingbird In Reverse
03:49
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Found out in Rostock that you’d be gone in forty-five
The removal of the mortal minute maker machine with
green lit peaks and valleys
stretching evenly apart, flat line
It was too damn bright in the grotesquely beautiful park
Thick blades of grass grew, sunlight wooed
the white blossom trees
and factory sleeves smoked the sky
All of the singing in the air couldn’t be stopped
It’s better to have loved and lost
And I never once felt lonely for you but now I do
It’s stark as his stance at the window pane some where
Saturated spring, hummingbirds flying in reverse
I get caught in the blur of pouring rain
Now I’m in the ghost corridor
where the veins live
where they pump it
all that blood I want to give you
as your heart thumps loosely inside a wicker cage
We’re as loyal as fire
we stick around just long enough to burn things down
So I can’t help the ping pong forethought of descendants
Is it a security to have someone to miss with
Or is it so that they can miss me
So that every good thing that happens to them happens to me
So I can watch from the front yard as they pull away from me
And when I dissolve into the earth there’s a person to represent
all that I stood for
Or isn’t it? Since I’ve been building up the same house with the
same materials
and then knocking it to the ground
I don’t want to pass on hand me downs though given a body to expel
it’s own replacement
It feels the roles have been set for years
We inherit each other’s tears
and fumble around in the giving purse
What’s worse?
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11. |
S.O.
03:30
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I never want to see certain people again
Like the bitch at Becker’s when I was a kid
She’d watch a hole right through me as I arrived at the counter
with carefully selected penny candies
and a signed note to buy cigarettes for my mother
When I was young, I thought fate hung
so carefully in the balance
Throwing trash into a can with
major reservations for good aim
and consequences for missing
Well, regardless, I’m forced to stay
the same to you, dissolved
salt in the tears
You had the most amazing penmanship
All the libraries have heard of you
Rain barrels plot rhythm about you
And still no one has seen you
So we wait out the rain, crammed into tram stalls
Stand beside the lightning from balcony walls
Placid parks lay down and accept it
Unearthed are the ways we could have kept it
I’m sticking with fire because
it means what it does
It says what it means
It hurts to be judged
It tumbles up and floats down stairs
It washes the memory of what was there.
My money wings only spread so far
If I knew where you grew I’d put
a lawn ornament out on your front lawn
saying I miss you, Pink Flamingo
I’d pinch out candles
with wet fingertips
and wish for some more bravery
Well regardless, I’m forced to stay
the same to you, dissolved
salt in the tears
You had the most amazing penmanship
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