1. |
Stone
03:28
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Your distaff’s name is Stone
I know this
From lake walks with your mother and
All those skipping, sinking stones don’t seem to matter
Long life left in a sewing rose
Sun looks down and glances off
Oh I am lost, but not
And you are my brightest love
If you shave my skin with a ring that’s
Meant to strike the things I have been
Oh my life is no fallow sunken field
Oh I’d like to solve these problems for the sake of love
Sun looks down and glances off
Oh I am lost, but not
And you are my brightest love
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2. |
Zinnia
04:06
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Zinnia woke yesterday
So slowly in our bed
“It’s a narrow bed,” I said
But she was still asleep
With a band of angels at her feet
Sweet Zinnia fled
Eating motel fruit I said
“Dreams are only so obscure”
Every nighttime drive
Is like a dream
But you still arrive
Every time
“What did you mean by that?”
Zinnia asked, later on the road
“Mean about dreams?” I asked back,
“What was your dream again?”
“I dreamed I was all complete
I dreamed this was the end”
Every nighttime drive
Is like a dream
But you still arrive
Every time
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3. |
Surface Streets
03:29
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He drove off headed the wrong way
Wove through cars, both my arms waved
“She won’t stay”
It was nothing when we first met
As pretty a face as I would get
Was a bad bet
In the city you can know
All the surface streets
But you never know who you’ll meet
I saw her
Said to her, “You two have a plan,
A house and kids, you think you can do that?”
I still live on Denver Street
I wash my dishes and I watch the TV
And I go to work
Solomon should have split that kid
He grew up to have his heart bled
Was a bad bet
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4. |
Streets You've Known
03:51
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You need to know I’m coming up
The mountain of your city home
The path is of well picked bones
Singing pines of those streets you’ve known
Show me again where you live
And I’ll live there
Show me again where you live
And I’ll live there
Show me again where you live
And I’ll live there
I’ll live there
We visited your corner store
Your wellspring and your garden bed
All those flowers on your sweet quilt
On your chest I laid my head
Sunshine past don’t warm you up
Our lips won't touch
Sunshine past don’t warm you up
Our lips won't touch
Sunshine past don’t warm you up
Our lips won't touch
Our lips won't touch
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5. |
Lily of the Valley
02:49
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Rain, rain started down
An hour ago
Half an hour before
He left
He didn’t have to go
But Lily was home
And he’d caught his breath
Lily of the Valley
Fills his nights
Gonna kill him soon
Wearing poison whites
My boy waits for Lily
In the moonlight
If he, if he could only know
He doesn’t have to wait
For shining perfect love
His voice and his arms
Are enough to make me wait
For help from fate above
Lily of the Valley
Fills his nights
Gonna kill him soon
Wearing poison whites
By boy waits for Lily
In the moonlight
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6. |
Embers
02:25
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Work turns my body to water
I use on marigold seeds
Your love turns my body to embers
Embers to ash when you leave
I’ll live well
I’ll live well
I’ll live well
I’ll live well
I’ll live well
Where I’m going
Where I’m going
Where I’m going
Where I’m going
Where I’m going
We’ll live well
We’ll live well
We’ll live well
We’ll live well
We’ll live well
Where we’re going
Where we’re going
Where we’re going
Where we’re going
Where we’re going
Your love turns my body to embers
Embers to ash when you leave
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7. |
Hyperborean Dreams
03:45
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August was always the heat of the year
Her growing boy had gone off to school
She told a neighbor to water her plants
Followed the coast to the north woods
How can the road mean anything now?
Now that the soul has planted a garden
A silent dark tongue sucks you under
Hyperborean dreams have her now
Snow sun melts streams in her brow
Comfort melts hearts and love makes you harden
Keno is empty, quiet like thunder
How can the road mean anything now?
Now that the soul has planted a garden
A silent dark tongue sucks you under
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8. |
Tower of Glass
03:16
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I am in that same tower of glass
You spent last fall in watching leaves fall past
Your uncle came down to help his time pass
Stunning, numbing little thing is gonna last
Rage enough to tear the mountains down
Never to heal a scratch
Protect the kids for good times next time
And help yourself last
Five year might help, or private ceremonies
In the silence the crystal walls grow
Fruit on your tree unreached is your own
Just as you’ll always be your mother’s precious stone
Rage enough to tear the mountains down
Never to heal a scratch
Protect the kids for good times next time
And help yourself last
I am in that tower of glass
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9. |
Peavey Boys
02:43
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Jonathan wants one bad
Bobby built, built his own
He lends to friends
Danny and Kate’s provided a home
Which burnt with all, all they had
With Bobby’s help they built again
Building in a forest will
Get you on to Alaskan mills
Meadows are like lumber yards
Trees could fill
Put plaid shirts on peavey boys
Let them run, run those saws
Make some noise
Here’s your quiet cabin, John
Here’s your driveway in
Pitch sticks on those peavey jaws
Building in a forest will
Get you on to Alaskan mills
Meadows are like lumber yards
Trees could fill
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10. |
Letter to 90016
03:35
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Strong Santa Ana winds blow in
Send paper from your garbage bin
Down your bougainvillea street
So all can read about the palm trees
The palm fronds in the wind shine
Bright and white as wedding chimes
Slap each other silly to be free
When it’s this windy
This windy
There’s a form to take
In a storm like this
If you choose to stay
Bury our kiss and it may wait
Cause I’ve gone up to that farm
Where they would laugh at your palms
Soft hands, hard work, you push yourself
Run up the street, work and feel so free
Feel so free
I miss the bird of paradise
From the starry hills at night
It’s all like a dream a gone wrong
That some warm wind could move me on
Could move me on
There’s a form to take
In a storm like this
If you choose to stay
Bury our kiss and it may wait
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11. |
Mt. Wilson Observatory
03:33
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At the Mt. Wilson observatory
I asked what my dear Kathy could see
She said, “Sweet grandson, not much
But I’ve been here before
Floating in between
“You can look up
Rove for new stars
In the primeval light
Or at Yaanga below
Where all our families send up their kites
“So meditate now
That you’re on the ground
Granite, pine, and night,
And I’m here for now
The balanced end of
The road above, where we’re going
Has both our, both our souls
“You can look up
Rove for new stars
In the primeval light
Or at Yaanga below
Where all our families tangle their kites”
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12. |
War of this Kind
04:45
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“Lamentations please be mine,”
I heard your little sister crying,
“Everybody’s so sensitive
I can’t have my own hard times”
“Eros never came to me,”
Your brother complained to me,
“From college on I’ve felt ready
Yet my course still holds steady”
How very hard,
Everything is real
Draw, draw your card
Everything is real
How very hard
I still come around here
That bench is where our ghosts sit
At the top you lend me your ear
And I whisper into it
“You’re trying to find your own mind
These are not the principles
To use in war of this kind
If love means really, really trying”
How very hard
Everything is real
Draw, draw your card
Everything is real
How very hard
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