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Steel Drums
04:23
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Someone pass the chloroform i dont think i can take it
I was told to focus locally to block this shit out
I stayed in last night ate leftovers to save some money --
My car was totalled just sitting in front of the house
Sigh
Someone shut these steel drums up no they do not speak for us
I thought i’d opted out of this just way long ago
Things were bad enough before everybody got flooded
But fifty years from now that’s okay this will be the shore
That’s good news for people with gated in front yards
Sinister architecture looks so good keeps me out
Spear points sharpened to the ends of the fenceposts
I’m just trying to talk this usedcarsalesman on down
Sigh
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Southern Snow
04:41
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In the southern states where tact is spread as thin
As the college funds and healthcare’s cut to ends
Winter comes too late and never leaves too soon
Summer sticks to skin, but i thought you were tuned for me
First time i saw you there young buck with eyes spread wide
I loved your curled hair, i had to make you mine
No southern gentleman with thoughts on darker days
My sworn enemies, they’d not deter my ways for you
That winter snow met ground as dead as Long has been
I called yr telephone, the snowballs would commence
But for the progress there; hot chocolate, kiss, and smile
It was yr thawing then, foreshadowed all the ice between us
The next day sun was up, the ground was damp and gray
And as the spring came ‘round, yr feelings did not stay
As i hoped for snow, just as i hoped for you
Seasons turned to years with snowflakes less than few
But as i tried those days to make you rethink me
The southern gentlemen, yr side they’d always be
No matter what i did, no matter how i thought
It wouldn’t beat the grid upon which you were brought
But if i had you now like i desired back when
Southern snow met ground with grace but spread so thin
Would it be okay? I fear it wouldn’t so
Winter came for me, and still it won’t let go
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Trees (In Bloom)
06:07
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Take your time --- there is no other way
And this is for yourself -- doesn’t matter to anyone but you
Nothing will change--- no matter what… no matter what you say
Just relax……...
All seven stars--- laying witness to the lines in your face
This sea of green--- windy circles centered on this place
The whispers of -- these spinning leaves, and we’re tired of today
Peaceful sounds-- if you could, would you wish it all away
There’s a silent moon watching overhead
You’re stumbling-- just see it through
This isn’t a battle that you need to fight
Don’t worry so much
The ring of trees will open up in view
And stars will rain down around your feet
The things you said, they are all true
I wish you were wrong-I wish it could just be smooth
Brother, I love you
You shouldn’t be so scared
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Garden District
08:06
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Close yr eyes, let yr head rest
There’s warmth in being faithless
But you don’t know that this ends
Stay a while, you’d be a fool to break this
And ignore all yr senses --
Don’t throw them on the fire
Anxieties -- put them in a backpack
On a oneway flight to sweden
On the tarmac you wave goodbye
Remember trees, live oaks from yr childhood
Know that most are still good and growing
For you to climb, reach slowly
Grab a branch and take it somewhere far from it all...
I’ve got time for a heart like yrs
Cold feet creak on old wooden floors
And i’ve got time for a heart like yrs
Crystal doorknobs, how they’ve endured
Dust floats through sunlight exposed --
I’ll take a nap, i’ll read some prose
I’ve got time for a heart like yrs
Cold feet creak on old wooden floors
I’ve got time for a heart like yrs
Cold feet creak on old wooden floors
I’ve got time for a heart like yrs
Crystal doorknobs, how they endure
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Flat Earth
03:05
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Scattered all these frequencies -- I’ll tune em with these branching trees
Waiting patient on your knees
Yeah maybe u should roll up ur sleeves
Te amo pero yo estoy muy perezoso y aburrido
Killing times that lines your walls
Just leave me here--this’ll take a while
Cocoon ourselves to make a scene we’ll metamorphosize with great big wings
But U forgot how to breathe
So ur wings won’t help u leave
The flames can’t touch u and u can't be seared ur devil born and u have some fears
Big circles in ur eyes
If this is real, just feed me lies
And I have never felt so near
And I want all of you
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Flatter Earth
04:34
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It’s raining frogs and magnolia flowers w/ windshields broken and guts strewn out
It’s so great but I’m still unsure
A forgiving cleanse and now I am pure
A lightbulb floating on down the stream of this black, glass river spilling endlessly
A halo w/ tints in time
It’s floating, crystal and mine
I cannot stand ur drunk old face, just go away, crawl back into the sea
But I’m happy all the time
I’m happy cuz… cuz ur mine
A pallid sun napping in the shade of this ever-farther distant glaze
All I see now is shapes
Just leave me here -- this’ll take a while
And I never felt so near
And I want all of you
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Portrait
05:42
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Come closer to me if you want to scrap
You got yr wishing, now take it back
From all yr neighbors, simulacrum
We’re right there with you, have you had yr back turned?
I know that
This is dumb
But plz reply back
I need to just win once
This does not
Feel like what
I thought it would
I don’t feel any better
Into the sun
I need some natural light
I cannot sleep
I feel like I
Could use a new name
A new me
Sometimes I feel like no one can hear anything that I have always wanted to say
I only know that I’m real if I can make you hurt and finally acknowledge me
Take it street level, throw stones at my window
You take it street level, but you don’t take aim above?
I wish we could take a trip and see some faces..
But you take it street level, and you don’t take aim above…
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Palm
05:01
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Was i wrong? Did i falter?
Give me time
But in the halls, in a dark hour
There’s no reason and no rhyme, so stop tryin’ to make so much sense of it
I’ve had so much to say, no will to do with you not around
The palm tree in the front yard’s only lost its leaves, they litter the ground
Debate and media trucks consume the summer that we would’ve shared
Hoping spring turns to storm, rips out the palm tree -- peace in the warm air
But i dont see a need to understand it, just upend it
Grab it by its rotten roots, you can take it away then you can tell me it’s worse
And i dont feel a need for one to stand it, and i can’t stand it
Prod me with the branding iron, tell me to speak, then get mad when i scream
Carvings ain’t good for palm trees, we learned that the hard way, and you took the blame
For years we tallied our heights, etched out our heroes, and engraved our names
Then one day the fan colors turned -- why this happened then, we hadn’t a guess
A fixture in the front yard, meek and exposed, we’d just hoped it would pass
But i dont see a need to understand it, just upend it
Grab it by its rotten roots, you can take it away then you can tell me it’s worse
And i dont feel a need for one to stand it, and i can’t stand it
Prod me with the branding iron, tell me to speak, then get mad when i scream
And i can’t take it back what happened there, the dying wood
You know if i could go back and fix it i would, if only i could
Daydream about fessing up, it might make things better,
it’s besides the point --
Drive home in yr old car now, park it on new concrete
a hole freshly poured
with my hands pressed in the new driveway permanently captures me at my age
The thought of planting a new palm tree sounds a bit silly, but maybe someday
But if i’m wrong, if i falter
Give me time
But in the halls, in a dark hour
There’s no reason and no rhyme, so stop tryin' to make so much sense of it.
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9. |
Only a Knife (Loving)
05:16
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Waiting here with only a knife
Been cutting sticks into straight lines
Breathless wind cuts me to my core
The dust/dry grass fills these old cups
I have these sticks
Cut to straight lines
I’ll drive them right
Into the earth
Resolute and firm
Aware and here
I am in control
Without a sound
I’ll build it for myself and know it will fall
I’ll forget how but know those sticks are [still] there
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10. |
Head Down
04:39
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i remember times when i’d not sleep
Walking with my head down on my own street
Living room it’s tough to leave yr feet
And i remember times i’d sleep for weeks
And it goes away now and again
Longing for a time when paths are clearer
Coupled with a knowing it’s not better than here
And there’s a certain shadow constant by my front door;
A couple potted irises from mom up north
And it goes away now and again
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11. |
Counting Lizards
04:56
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A lemon smile drips from your eyes, a long zip tie
Around my ankles for miles hypnotizing all and surrounding
It’s electric all down my skin
It’s all I can do…
Cicadas drone outside your door, your flowery floor
With glass pendants that all reflect every sharp, short little breath
Vibrating through your room
It’s a lifetime…
Las estrellas en sus ojos tan peligrosos
Y las caen del cielo brevemente tan solas
Por la oscuridad, te veo
It’s a lifetime…
That I could know
Baby, you’re my halflife! ya old fossil
Wouldn’t even blink twice, and I know
These are only pieces of the puzzle that I’ve glued for
Lizards in your driveway, can’t count ‘em
Lookin’ at you sideways, and I know
These are only pieces of the puzzle that I’ve glued for
You
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Barking back at traditional narratives and assumptions about the American South and its music.
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