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I Think About it Again
04:20
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It’s a lonesome and freezing quarter to three
Streetlamps draw my monstrous shadow
I slip on the sidewalk, stumble in the street
Numb as the villainous wind blows
My nose runs while I sit and wait for the train
And wait for my mind to erase it
From my memory as the sun does to rain
And dew as the day breaks, beginning
When each day dies
And night comes to an end
I think about it again
I travel through pictures of red, blue and green
Place bets, small, on meaningless outcomes
Long for a chance to wake from a dream
Embraced in a familiar bedroom
My choices and voices gang up on me
They motion me this way and that
Sideways and blind ways, I cannot see
New routes to my unchanging past
With each new path
And phone call from a friend
I think about it again
I carve in my nightstand day one-o-three
This maddening streak seems unending
A solitary celebration of an anniversary
Just me and my mind for pretending
With each new notch
And letter I can’t send
I think about it
When each day dies
And night comes to an end
I think about it again
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2. |
Soft Track of Days
05:24
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Curtains tremble as currents blow
Filtering light through cigarette holes
Dust in sun rays tracing her shape
New hands weave through familiar halls
Drawing lines through telephone calls
Folders filled with days he can’t save
Eye lights search for what it forbade
Itching, scratching his arms and legs
Doodling on a weathered page
Cornerless, it’s singed and decays
Nodding off and on he begs
The blinding daylight to set away
Hide or disguise itself, quick fade
To excuse his soft track of days
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3. |
Colors Changing
03:20
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I see shadows through the blinds
Colors chan ging all the time
Fearlessly crouched beneath
Shoes on a power line
I wonder if he sees
The words you write for me
Doubtful he can sense
The feeling that you keep/these feelings that you keep…
I watch a white cat cross the street
Before peering back at me
Its black and spotted tail
Mindlessly flailing
And I wonder if it sees
The minute that he leaves
And I wonder if it minds
The hours that you keep/these hours that you keep
You’re forming plans to show him
The place we used to go
And listen to the rhythm
Of foaming water flowing
And I wonder when he breathes
Can he taste a trace of me
I hope he won’t spoil a thing
In this place we used to keep/this place we used to keep
I see shadows through the blinds
Colors changing all the time
Endlessly repeating
It’s okay babe, we’ll be fine/it’s okay babe we’ll be fine
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4. |
A Little Mind
03:55
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It’s not hot enough to stem these voices
Enough to brace the floorboards
Enough to ease the trembling
Of hands and feet
In fear of their returning
To the core ridden with flames
And with molten stones and arrows honed
A dusty road leads to each home’s door
Closed to any face warmed by
Thoughts removed from microscopic inquiry
A choice derived from choices before
Devoured by those both sure and unsure
Just looking to allign
I’m just looking for a little mind
You, my love, must be the serpent
While I remain the servant to
Those set to imprison you
Unless the words of your mistake
Ring loudly ‘cross this state
In heads and hearts, both, why can’t you?
I'm just looking for a little mind
It’s not hot enough to stem these voices
Enough to brace the floorboards
Enough to ease the trembling
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5. |
Blanket Statements
03:00
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I’ll take my blanket statements
And all their hidden meanings
And I’ll throw them down the stairwell
In my bookshelf, filled with fiction
Lies a work that I have written
An unsent letter to you
An unsent letter to you
As my candle’s wax melts
It forms a sculpture in my hands
As my candle’s wax melts
I seal your letter, now sent
As my candle’s wax melts
I’ll take my blanket statements
And all their hidden meanings
And I’ll…
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6. |
Nickels
03:04
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I’ve got pockets crammed with nickels
I’ve got a compass but no needle
I’ve got maps of trails, a directory of rails
And my share of needless feelings
I caught glimpses through the thickets
Of blue spray-painted birches
Their virgin bark, though lifeless now
Lay in the shadows far beneath bare branches
Was I wrong the steal the apples from you side?
Was I wrong to mute the lanterns you burn nightly?
Was I wrong?
Was I wrong to fill the empty pages of your log?
Invent your days, emotions, coded messages and question marks?
Was I wrong?
I’ve got pockets crammed with nickels
I’ve got a sun pointin’ me in circles
I’ve got my walking stick, a book of matches
And I’ll be setting up camp in the foothills
Was it you who once thought better of the thought?
That time could mend the random broken pieces of the human heart
And was it...?
Was it wrong to try again and try again and try again and fail again and try again?
Was it wrong?
'Cause it felt so right
I’ve got pockets crammed with nickels
I’ve got a compass but no needle
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7. |
Snow Globe
06:40
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Dusty with age his spine is twisted
Sits counting the ‘A’s in newspaper headlines
The secrets he holds, the love that he holds
The lover he held, before the fall
He never needed a lover so hard
The sun’s scarring rays awake me come morning
With them, a day to waste me completely
Piercing the haze with notebooks and pencils
Scribbling for hours, hopes for the summer
I never needed a lover so hard
Soap in the cupboard, mouse in the attic
Ledge of the ladder, wooden paint mixer
Chocolate come nightfall, a candlelight dinner
Shakes up her slow globe to watch the flakes settle
She never needed a lover so hard
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8. |
The Catastrophist
03:56
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