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Morning
02:48
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Silver sun and morning dew
Slither down my window pane
Willows weep and sweep their roots
On the ground they sound like rain
On my mind an empty thought
I don’t mind the aimless talk
Cause when I wake up next to you
There’s nothing left to say
Weekend cheer and Sunday gloom
Red leaves circling down a drain
Most the year has gone too soon
Summer turns and colors fade
I sometimes wonder what I’d do
Should the tides resist the moon
With silver sun and morning dew
And curtains cast away
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2. |
Sun Speck
03:29
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There’s a sun speck
In the corner of your eye
Can you feel it moving closer
Well it is
There’s a shiver
In the moment in your mind
Did you hear it getting louder
Well it was
Getting louder
I fall away
I will not marry
I will not marry
Are we not married
I will just love you
I will just love you
I will just love you
From the corner of my mind
Like a sun speck
Do you feel it
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3. |
Willow
02:46
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Dreamt that we were blooming in the northernmost state
Watched the world from a willow
And widowed the passing of days
Like we heard it through a tin can
Like we buried observations
And swayed like shade in the silence
Agape like ladybug eyelids
Too young for grief
We justified our poorest of habits
All coming clean
The dishrag is proof of your expensive palate
Now we listen through a tin can
Now your safe is your steel hand
Out, your veins are all open
Shake, your heart rate is slowing
You feel the sun is now soaking
Your river’s running in slow motion
In currents like a motor choking
Burning embers eloping
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4. |
Canary
04:32
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Little cricket silent in the face of the morning sun
Hours paced like days along the lake
I was awake
You felt the jet lag
The world is on its back again
The shoelaces undone
Westbound all the evening sounds
You called, I was just crawling through a memory
I woke to poke a freckle on your big toe
Your image froze and faded in the sun glow
Leaving creases fleeting with the folds
How could we ever know
Sun onto the snow
Buried in the coal
Oh my canary crows
Slow color as he rose
Green in river groves
Yellow in the shivering she carries
Fixate on the tracing of a finger
Ten’s the sum
Seven eight nine oceans climb
Divine the plateaued flatlands when the water comes
Nettles on the grapevine
And needles in the thumb
Threaded dread in every ideation with a grain of speculation
I wrote a little note to you in my head
I shed a glance to plants along the seabed
So they are companions
What are we then
How could we ever know
Sun onto the snow
Buried in the coal
Oh my canary crows
Slow color as he rose
Green in river groves
Yellow in the shivering she carries home
Shaded etches in the stone
Wretched when dissected with a fine-tooth comb
They grow flesh along a bone
Easy eyes and blood to flow through all ten toes
A loan, a clever homophone
Taken only to return to isolate away
We dated on the phone
Parted like a head of hair too fair to wear a single braid
And drinking lemonade
Wagering a fable with the cards out on the table
And a stain since the second grade
Spades erase the highest heart
You mark the spot and restart at the
How could we ever know
Sun onto the snow
Buried in the coal
Oh my canary crows
Slow color as he rose
Green in river groves
Yellow in the shivering she carries home
How could we ever know
Sun onto the snow
Buried in the coal
Oh my canary crows
Slow color as he rose
Green in river groves
Yellow in the shivering she carries home
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5. |
Daylight
04:43
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Daylight found you sunk like a river stone
Low and unturned
Silver-stained windowpanes
Days like pages with no bind
Spreading like a wildfire
Aimless eyes
Waking like a weathervane
You have been an older soul
There is still a part of you
Laughing like a newborn
And taking in the morning dew
All the circles round the sun
Where does all that friction instill
Green eyes ground you from the mountain ridge divide
Wide canyons
Dried and lonely sediments
Through the city’s folding streets
Every lane and alleyway
Sidewalks talk down to greet
Cobblestone in disarray
All the circles round the sun
Leaking on your face like a windowsill
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Perennial
03:02
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Lemon-drop lazy eyes
Closing like a coatroom
Too full for the taking-on of taking-off-er out-goers for the night
Clear the line
Get yourself some sleep
It’s much too late for a busy mind
What a bind
You must have filed so much today
Ladybug rolling on the windowpane
Head on the carpet
You’ve never seen the room from this angle before
Leaking light under the door
Which way the weathervane
Taper September rain
Capers and foam flowers breathe again in April showers
Til then a chance of snow
Looming over late-blooming rows of those poor marigolds
Taping off tempered glass
Single layers wooded over
Looking on the angry ocean kicking up a storm
He’s so moody these days
And so lovely in May
Wake now the line is out
Sinking in the tide
It’s a-tugging like a catch is just resting on the other side
Sleep pulses, dream waltzes
Sun-dried emulsified daisies drift lazily behind
To-do today minds
Your to-do today mind
To-do today mind
To-do today mind
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7. |
Slow Down
01:22
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Slow down slow down slow down
You’ve sped around many miles
Let your drowse in for a while
It suits you dear
On your own now own now own now
A glimpse away can you sleep
The world blinks a sheen through the open door
The morning light is taking like a freckle to the skin
An old print that’s folded in the sidewalk
Ten toes floated across times a hundred
In the early hours like winter-buckled flowers
How how how could you slow down
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Sonder
03:13
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I know it’s quiet here but I am in an ocean of sound, she said
A diamond radio playing off the fillings in my head
I just can’t get to bed
Living in a past life
Ancient Irish songs along the power lines
Lighting New Year’s Day in 1979
I must be dreaming
The whole town came to see me tonight
I know it’s me here but I am in an ocean of other people’s heads
Kaleidoscopic imitations I can’t help invent
The images descend
Conjuring phantasmagoric poetry
It’s sticking to my teeth
Sonder as we wander up and down 30th Street
Collecting flickers of their sleepy little faces
The teeming of the summer heat
Delirium of winter isolation
Never really made for worse or better
The weather when you’re always on vacation
To be alone inside your mind
To be alone inside your mind
I think it’s me here
But I could even doubt that much if put up to the test
Swimming in the harbor ships sink out in the abyss
I think and so I miss
Lanterns on the lake and colors on the water dance in every single shade
To shrink or feel much smaller would be simply just to fade
Illuminate the bay
The leaving of a long year to the young
The stretching of an evening to the old
The aging of a thought that never comes
The pacing of a story never told
To think of all the days I’ll never know you
Think of all the ways I’ll never know me
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9. |
August
02:06
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Empty rooms of August changing tenants
Like the heat could wick the wet off of the pavement
You are leaving for the coast
At most another city
Another chair in to be sitting
A new taste of the air to cough a fit in
The sum of odds and ends to break
The moving boxes, leaky faucets, new deposits, and old returns
All to hit the curb when come the springtime
Into June you spoke too soon
And put all of your trust into a waning moon
An ember to remember the better days gone by
Like never-ending mid-July
A roadway drenched in dirt so dry
Bitter on the tongue
I taste the fresh resentment
Lest I press him every second
I will stand aside
Wait in case the taste of May should chase my mind
My mind
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Reddy Eyes
04:14
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Shoulda worn a jacket for the walk
We could use each one a sleeve and cast a bigger shadow
Don’t ya know it’s hard to catch a thought that’s a whole lot of nothing
Don’t ya know it’s hard to catch a thought that’s not a whole lot of nothing
Come on, now you’re wearing all the shadows on the sidewalk
Come on, now you’re scaring all the people on the sidewalk
You and your reddy eyes
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11. |
Cherry Tree
05:18
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The sun wakes up and with each day is a little more offset
And on the foot of the bed it seems to shift
Down the walls with the ivory shadows every morning
Til without warning the clocks shift back
And put the sun on the corner of the desk
Hey laser, meet the corner of my eye
And I won’t try to stop you
But if you ever think you might find something
I’ll redefine
I’ll close the blinds
There must be something in the water that roots you deep
I guess an air we breathe
There you go, cherry tree
Ain’t it cold for a little green
Out of context, all these untimely goodbyes
I can’t say why we don’t try
Of all the subjects that a word could define
Isn’t the difference worth the while
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12. |
Stone
06:16
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Rows of pine
Rosemary and thyme
No matter the reason
Summer smells like home
Buckets full of geosmin
Static for a phone
Clothes out on the line
Closed so early tonight
No matter the season
I could know your face
Pockets full of creases
Eyes welled like a lake
Should I know you better
Should I know you’re fake
I have seen the weather
But you’re a mood I cannot place
Started like a light
Fraying like a wire
I know we all grow to our own divide
Years ago the stone was cut in two
Pieces never to collide
Yet I’m finding you
Here to know my new pulse
See my mountainside
It is now colossal
The sun sees many tides
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