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Chicken Wire
03:00
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Little sparrow on chicken wire
Bouncing ‘round absorbing sunshine
“Don’t you wish that birdy was mine?”
Eyelids narrow, “no” you answer
“Now just isn’t quite the time”
“Hey, but can’t you hear that critter whine?”
“She may seem sad in the sun
But let her run
She may struggle with worms
But let her learn
She may be grounded by air
But leave her there
She may look small in the sky
But let her fly”
“You’ve got some words there I admire
But can’t I simply lend a hand
If not, what else is the point of man?”
“Fold your hands and run for cover
There’s so much yet to understand
My itching, pointless little man.”
“She may be frightened by dark
But light not a spark
She may be frostbit by snow
But let her alone
She may be drowned in the sea
But ask, what’s more free?
She may look small in the sky
But let her fly
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2. |
I Fellt
02:45
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I was a smiling tomato
A barking dog down your street
I was your mailman carrying letters
Mapping out the concrete
Before I fell
Before I felt
I was a notebook in waiting
Faint blue lines, faint red lines
Three-hole punched, perferated
“Cover me in ink, lead, graphite”
Before I fell
Before I felt
Hiding in a bathroom’s stall
Feelings safe behind four walls
Motion-activated heart
Motion-activated towels
I don’t know what happened to you
I don’t know what happened to you
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And I
02:54
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She said settle down
To a sweet, slippin’ sound
As the still, stable ground she knew
Was shaking astoundingly
Staring around slowly
She lost what she’d found in you
And I…took a night
And I…thought I might
Change it
Lil laughed for a change
A low, lovely refrain
Looking, ashamed, about
Some lovers engaged
Some others estranged
With love’s language, alone, in doubt
And I…took a night
And I…thought I might
Change it
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4. |
Ice
05:04
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Through the window by the bed
At the end of the hall, the one you sleep on
You catch view of a landscape,
Fields covered in ice, a white horizon
Light gathers up, overflows and draws
Gray shadows on the curtains
Laying in its glow, your mind
Sifts through the things you know for certain
Yesterday you spent hours silently
Pinned between me and the ground
My hands holding you still
Your face holding emotions that resound
Anger gathered up, overflowed and spilled
Behind your eyes without a sound
Just a lone tear on a dark wooden floor
And a mop to wipe the fear down, and wipe it away
The bruises melt away, as the days drag on
They disperse beneath your skin
You haven’t moved in hours
And it’s been longer since you’ve thought about the shape you’re in
And the sights that you have seen
And the places that you’ve been, and the many lies that you have lived
The bruises melt away, as if a memory
Lost but to reform again, someday
That ice field looks so good, a numbing force
Something to ease the pain
That ice field looks so good, a numbing force
Something to ease the fear
That ice field looks so good, a numbing force
Something to ease what’s real
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Some Colourful Lies
04:39
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The white walker shines but I’m taking my time
Syncing my watch to an Apple Bank sign
You sit, feeling little, by the window side
Sucking a cigarette and hoping to find
My face through the fish-eyed hole, with it a gift
A desperate embrace and a long lifeless kiss
Your stomach, it turns as you know how it is
Some meaningless movements that I’ll never forgive
The staples, a spine makes, are coming unhooked
The paper piles up amongst matches and soot
Each time eye-to-eye a new line in the book
A tilted-head stare or that familiar look
Think a good sentence, remember it well
You’ve many a fantastic story to tell
The words tangled up, froze and perfectly fell
Into a pile of fiction that you’re not fit to sell
From station to station I tremble and trip
All over my words, my legs, my shoes, my lips
The phone dials itself, though I handle it
And dull with redundance, words ceaselessly drip
Out my mouth to your ear, and into your mind
They fill up white pages with line after line
A verb here, a noun there, a comma, a rhyme
Some reality and some colorful lies
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Mountain
03:33
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Shadow on the ceiling
Still shaking from a nightmare
A cough and sneeze in sequence
A sip of dusty water
She filters out the silence
And latches onto movement
The squeaking, creaking, groaning
Of floorboards set to break
Fastening her thoughts she
Inches towards a doorway
Curiously greeting
The morning that awaits her
She tip toes through her city
Careful not to spoil
The majesty of metal
The smokey scent of oil
She finds herself in passing
In the shadow of a mountain
Challenging with laughter
The riches that await
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7. |
Shadows on the Sidewalk
01:56
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The blast left shadows on the sidewalks
Shadows where the trees were…shadows
The bright flash left holes where our eyes sat
Flattened our bodies…black shadows remain
The blast left shadows on the sidewalks
Shadows not people…shadows
The line :: blocked :: still it seeps in
Beyond all reason…in shadows
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8. |
Breath in a Bottle
02:32
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Caught her breath in a bottle
Turned it over and swallowed
That was real, that could steal me
From my tossing and turning
From the aching and yearning
That I feel, that I feel
Filled a pew for the priest and
Heard of sinners and heathens
I was them, now I fear the end
But not if it’s with her
Go on, call me a sinner
Once again, and bring on death
Momma says, “Keep some faith in
The power of reason.”
What’s she know? Dying off alone
Cause life ain’t worth living
If I can’t feel these feelings
That I hold, they’re all I need to know
That I hold, they’re all I need to know
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