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Vision
09:57
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I got a vision, a good vision
With the scenes all intact
The roads paved with ice we’ll be walking on water
I’ll follow you down you can make my decisions
All of us primed and committed with the leaves on their tracks.
Keep them in the dark they’ll all come out alright
Take them at night and they'll all look the same
There’s nothing but ice in the bottom of my cup
A horn section plays and their melody slips
And slides off the riser. It fills it back up
Ice cubes tumble like half sunken ships
I’m down here so low, below where you rest
The weight of your sleeping it keeps me so straight
The generator hums and it seems for the best
I know where you’re from it’s impossible to wait
As long as I don't undo any good
Then all the half done things still count for something. Hear.
The roads paved with ice we’ll be walking on water
A sundial on a stump and a shadow on a growth ring
A river of lights we can cross in deep laughter
A whirring if leaves flowing down ever after
I’ve seen it before when two things come together
Make one choice but act on another one
“I just have to practice” I tell myself daily.
Sooner or later I’ll have to get lucky.
Looks like for now I’ve another day ahead
My ice ships are mooring, their rudders embed.
There’s sand in my cup, it’s just like you said
The day is fast sinking the skies turning red
I climb. I climb. I climb.
I climb up to meet you, my knees bent and burning.
The chains hanging loosely my skins turning green.
I cast off all my thoughts and shackles presenting only one certain thing.
A semblance of foresight, a posture:some sad scenes.
You turn then to write on the wall that I’m facing.
I notice a sunken silhouette that you’re tracing.
But where are the feet on this shadow that you summon?
They break past the threshold and keep beat with all the drumming.
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2. |
More Than
04:27
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Breaks the day, they share more than a melody
A saxophone plays with the horn form the train
It sputters and starts for all the dogs to bark along
I knew I could count on it to find me here
I left myself exposed I’m so glad I did
Keep me on a short rope I need the limitations
we’re better with a boundary and a realistic expectation
Rain away we can be stopped by nothing short of a idea bad case of heard it before
That’s an answer that I’d like to explore
I don’t love it but I like you enough to pretend
We could stop it any time but I’m bound to begin again
I can’t see why yet
We’d commit, keep them in tens and twenties man
Break the day the same way the same way it’s always been
You’ve been inhibited, jockeyed, keyed and cut loose without a plan
We’d commit keep them in tens and twenties man
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3. |
County Life
03:44
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Heat lightning takes me home
And burns the field up in a blaze
The colors run the length and back
They rest and dance in fractured rays
Trees frames are silhouetted green and grey
When the lightning flames
Your eyes are damp and wincing from the heat and the salt.
Your intensity gives you away.
Resting in place, still and static with your energy,
The eye you loved are searing craters into me
There’s been a wall built around
To keep you from yourself
You’re so close to showing your hand
You’re rolling up your sleeve
Should you decide to commence the liturgy
Or respond with anxious adios
I’ll be near here to respond to you kind
Keep from you what you need most
Croak and chirping from the side yard
Wake us in the night
Army of amphids flight of the black hawks
Climb a ladder of magnolias
Magnitude of penance waning on
Pines swaying in the cold and dewing dawn yet
Dropping needles mad and shedding weight
County life always seemed so great
Clouds land on us and meld like wool and steel
Copper and cotton melt and last for years
Should you decide to commence the liturgy
Or respond with anxious adios
I’ll be near to respond to you in kind
Keep from you what you need most
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Sun Dog
05:35
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Back to the glass rack
That feeling of falling fades
A sun dog dances in the shade
Your one wish flowing so free
You remind me of something I once looked for in myself
But you found it in someone else
Maybe they’re waiting for the perfect time
To use it on me now
Show me what all I’d done wrong
Wouldn’t that be a trip
And I don’t remember you this way
Front and back both out of place
Surging upward, budding and hot
Different and good in the ways that I’m not
Where do you come from anyway?
You seemed to float in off the rain
A rolling array of dazzling droplets
I really hope it never stops
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It’s gonna rain tomorrow
Just like it did today
But you’ve no need to sing your sorrow
Cause I’ll be here for all the wait
Her child hands they held my fingers
As she led me through the sugar cane
Her sweating curls and smile lingered
And carried weight upon her fragile frame
I watch your actions in reverse
Foggy visions appear in bursts
You see me from your window there
As I descend my final stair
Your mother’s words they hold a weighted truth
A hiding place for all your doubt
Your father speaks a thunder from the cloud
And all your plans from youth espoused
The strife toward your life relinquished
A frame of aspen and of oak
A final cry that it’s been finished
You fought through the night and dozed off with the sun
You count the pines and arrange them in lines
Form with your hands the vision you saw
The walls will breath and your memory’s seized
To build your mansion in the mirage
Over down beside Forever
The one you hope to be is still there
It's too much just to avoid the pulling
The one you hoped to be is still there
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Heel
11:10
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No one sees you when you’re quiet.
A grinning mountain smiling at the sea around it.
A weeping valley filled with salt.
Isolation at the heart of valor.
Falling apart drift an ocean away for good.
Shudder beneath the weight of every new misunderstanding.
I feel as though I carry an Olympic torch every day I make my way
Up to you and back and forth
Constantly and dutifully intrepid schemes
Chameleons and iguanas sleep
Deep as ruts that catch your feet
You’re appellate heel
Longing to unlodge itself
From the back of a cotorized spine
Turning now in mass
Salute a Victorian past
Spited green and grays fall on the grass
Catch a glimpse of something that’s too far off
Might send it back at last
Caustic at times
And unable to helps itself
Roots and ribs have formed a cage around
The part of you that I can see
You seem to be carrying Olympic torch
Repentance looks something else
A flame atop a burning shelf
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7. |
Recent Weeks
05:23
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In recent weeks we went a day
Without the slightest hesitation in our steps oh yeah
We tried to say it many ways
You watch your feet and mind they wander not from certain paths
Watch them running down the hill!
Just like that, they cast aside their will
We’ll saunter down then
And placing bets among ourselves
We’ll divide them in two lines
Lay a claim where nothing is mine
I see you running for the hills now
My feet can’t help but follow yours
Asked so nicely just to be there
You called it unfair, broke the chair, carried the zero there
Watch them running down the hills
Just like that they cast aside their will
We’ll saunter down then
And placing bets among ourselves
We’ll divide them in two lines
Lay a claim where nothings mine
I see you running for the hills now
My feet can’t help but follow yours
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Bugs they swarm and circle all around me
Their light in the field I’ll be off and their flame will lead them nowhere
Patch my lungs in their place now
Like layers in canyons walls
There’s no room to move or there’s air to breath
But the vision fits the sound the vision fit the sound
Appalachian anthem for the end times
I know it’s the end but I’ll savor every ounce I’ve given up. Lucky me
A silver soil vaporizes, my gait leans on depraved
Now Constance is just a railroad tie that's hiding in the Redclay
Hiding in the Redclay
Greasy hands are clutching empty cans
Their contents are spilled like blood in water from the river and The Lamb
Appalachian anthem for the end times, the vision it fits the sound.
We search high and low on our hands and our knees and look at what we found
Llook at what we found
We really see it happen here, we could see if it works come to pass.
Board the windows up and hide the cash.
Toss your head back, weep, and try to see.
A budding fruit tree that you named for me.
Over there, just a bit further.
I caught myself wishing I was you.
A hymn sung for you on the day you left.
A dozen days the sun will shine all night.
Dogs are howling in the field for days.
Candles scattered round the crawl space.
We could really see it happen here, we could see if it would come to pass. We could really see it happen here, we could see if it’d come to pass.
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9. |
Waves Of Jordan
05:38
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Now I think I know what you mean
I see waves of Jordan move at my feet
And all at once I’m cedar straight and rooted in one place
Stone throne in the corners empty as you face my way haste the day
Realize I never lost a thing
I just set it down some place where some one more qualified might find it
Wade in silt
Rage as your filtered by time
Pure as you run through the fire
Heels dug in holding the line
Raising a steeple so fine
Fine I’ll it, you need more than I can see
Just then on the corner you, you had me beat
Sensorial like an eye to a great light
As tactful as a mind in strife
Walk in waste
Laugh as you’re ravaged time
Filthy with soot from the fire
Your tracing a forgotten line
Never to worry I might
Realize I’ve never lost a thing.
Just set it down some place where someone more qualified might find it.
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10. |
Resolve, Return
10:49
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You came in off the rain last night
Cerulean circles covered your eyes
You turned, your cigarette burned
The wind knocks my door, look in starting to learn
Walls weep and they whisper awhile
Birds of the night roosting in my sundial
Weep, sweat for the harvest to spoil
The sun peaks his head burns the cottonelle foil
You must know now that sackcloth statue’s alive
Cuts from clay soothing his skin he abides
A long fall but he never fell short
Been by the city gates two weeks or more
At long last you resolve to crown yourself
Return to me, all that fall so easily (yourself)
Nothing close will come between the ways
(Finally above the way you were)
You were the wave, to me.
No thanks now impart to him or her
It hinges not upon yourself
Unmoved mover center of the plot
Bought by seeking all you can break
At long you acquit and settle on
Some far off goal from which you sharply run from (yourself)
Finally above the way you were
I would wrap my hands around
I would save it for myself
Facing east to brace the wind
A force that’s all encompassing
You could still say that and I would believe it
But that just brings me back down
But if I could let you, assuming you’d want to
Put me back together would you still do that?
You came in off the rain just then
I noticed a flicker, it happened again
In turn our motives were spurned
Pushing me back the door your returned
Just as you depart you arrive!
Shifting my bones in an uplifting spiral
Weep, sweat for the harvest to come
Arrange my affairs for the return of the Son
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