1. |
Gabriel Job & Peter
01:46
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Gabriel Job & Peter played a tune for me
and I turn it in my head when all the world gets green
and throw my hammer hard into its melody
when I can't remember nothing but the ground
Tho my mind's a memory of its once white light
I squint and I can see you almost every night
Behind the doors and alleys kept away from sight
The closest thing to Truth is just the sound:
Aaaaaahhhh
Cherry, cherry, blackened thorn and evergreen
and thirty years, an ocean and a wind machine
Blow the hollow boat back to the things I mean
When I can't remember nothing but the ground
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2. |
Impressionist / Crater
08:58
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Impressionist:
Lark of the moon when it bends its arm
Shutters and starlight all wet in the barn
Red rover clover, go ring the alarm
The sea has a shutter, my gutter-head smells it's salt
Ragweed and stink where my mouth should be
Blood in the holler, milk in the tree
Who out of you would remember me,
You're older my friend
At the end of your golden vault
So what's left to shadow and who to ride
When I've undone the blankets and the sheets inside
And what of your skulk
your ilk
your pride
your bevy
your kin
your massacre
flock and folk
Blood is a signal that means a thing
Like the names of the dead in a clover ring
Eye for an eye, a crown for a king, a laser for God, a thimble for someone small
Ounces of May in a tepid rain
This old ballerina will dance again
On tippy-top-toes til we all go lame
From coffee and tea and the magic from whence we came
Crater:
Soundlessly
Wordlessly
I have carved a Crater in your moon
All the sounds
Sleeping heads
All they tryin to catch you
Lasso
Croon
Is you is
Cain't you bite
It ain't right what's eating at you,
Bluebird
and Why don't you love me
You were put here to love me
I'm howl and I'm homely
I'm so tired and lonely
My friends number only
Myself and my homey
The Moon
Bubbles out
Deeds done right
Why'nt you hang a picture on your wall
When you dream
You alright
Why you feel the need to wake at all
It's different for no ones
The smart ones the slow ones
The hot ones the mad ones
the easily led ones
And I'm so tired and lonely
I'm howl and I'm homely
My friends number only
Myself and my homey
the Moon
Don't say I didn't warn ya
It's a burn that makes a tide
Reach inside my hollow barn-yah
There's not a lot of pride
Just kindle for the fire
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Ba-da.
Soundlessly
Wordlessly
I have carved a crater for you
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3. |
White Train
02:58
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I was a black train in an all white station
and now I'm a white train in an all black room
Jesus and propane, both in moderation
I'm nearly a good one.
Help in the heartland, by the lines and lizards
I'm half way to Texas before the animal kicks in
Somedays I see you for your shocked green innards
And those days are easy--
like I got maps of where the
land mines are buried up under the stove pipe
soaked in ammonia and sold for a song
forgive me, Father, I betray my eyesight
grabbing at blankets and trying to belong
I need a freight train full of roots and levers
To show me some large things, like a dinosaur's arm
Alone in the slow lane with a hot blood fever
I pass with my one eye
What the Druids called a query for gods in the prime of their seasons
laughing at small creatures, spiting the moon
far an away without rockets or reasons
I'm an all white train in this all black room
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4. |
Silo
03:08
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Polar, my bear
Heavy, my thrum
Tucked in the air above me
coo coo roo coo de-coo
Coo roo roo Come Again.
I'm 9 or 10
You're 17
You're not my friend
You're something
coo coo roo coo de-coo
Coo roo roo Come Again.
Summer stains you blood red
Red gains you an eye
Toothsome wonder
We ain't wet, just thundering
Go
Coo roo do coo de-coo
Coo roo do coo de-coo
Split at the tear's my cypress tree
One's here, One's there
They're both me
coo coo roo coo de-coo
Coo roo roo Come Again.
So, to sleep
So I can see your streaking
Blue and white, long lingering
Child, blind figuring
Acceleration
3 fold 5 fold GO
Time is a Failure
Love is a soaring silo
Coo roo do coo-de-coo
Coo roo do coo-de coo
Polar, my bear
Polar, my bear
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5. |
Out of Nowhere
04:15
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Darling where do I begin
Oh my darling where do I begin
I have wandered these streets without a friend
I will try not to write you another sad song
Cause at some point the snowstorm's all end
And the ball joint and jackhammers mend us and maybe then
I'll get savvy about love
I will find you and keep you in the seam of this chair
Silent nowhere
Silent nowhere
Silent nowhere
Silent nowhere
Swan song, the lightning chord dies
Taking with it my elbows and eyes and around the
heart-place the angel complies
All is patchwork and needlepoint swatches of green
Out of nowhere
Out of nowhere
Out of nowhere
Out of nowhere
Out of sight, out the eyes in the dark
Out like a light, darlin, secret and sparking so
Green eyed and grown now to Giants and mud
Out of Nowhere
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Heather Christian & The Arbornauts Beacon, New York
An Arbornaut is a three way cross between a flying squirrel, an astronaut, and an angel. I know one as soon as I spot one. They are naturally occuring in nature. I had a dream about them once and started a band. We are a choir and we are an orchestra. We are disgruntled classical musicians & believers in musical traditions of feeling lots of things. This is the noise from the inside of a root. ... more
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