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Other Moccasin
02:42
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First, you die quiet/then you die loud/your blood cells unfurling/the tears flowing out/if living is a scythe/that waits to clamp down/whether we know it we’re waiting for blood in our mouths
And I’ve kept trying but there’s nothing that counts/and I’ve spent my life/with my heart in my mouth/life’s a Wolf Island/waiting to clamp down/there’s too much love and too much fucking around
Say goodbye to the good times/As they pass without sound/Don’t sit and worry about the blackness that surrounds/Keep it inside now, there’s nothing that counts/Whether we know it we’re waiting for the pages to get ripped out.
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Please Forgive Me
01:59
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Please forgive me for planting invasive purple flowers in your front yard, and your side yard, and your back yard/Please forgive me for planting invasive purple flowers in your side yard and your neigbor’s weeds/I’ll forgive you for taking something from me I can’t name yet/I’ll forgive you for planting all your seeds too deep to grow
I’ll forgive you, you’ll forgive me/When we see each other it’ll be easy/it’ll be easy/it’ll be easy
Please forgive me/For peppering your lonely life with a happy memory/sorry…
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End of Line
02:26
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You get no gold at the end of the line/My toe in the water and gold strands of time/You can only push your way through your own life/I love always saying goodbye
And repeating is magic and magic is time/my heart will drift back together if the breaking is mine/I love always saying goodbye/and it’s always time
OH but the pleasure of walking through old streets of old lives/OH but the lies you tell yourself, a slanted line/OH but the sword swallowed years ago slides/Let’s pack up, let’s lock up, let’s never cry.
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I saw god’s eye through a brown mane/We will push through pussywillows, wet mud, break/Into a sidestroke /when our hooves graze stone
I saw the moon in a dark eye/We’ll cut through marsh until we hit the double-current that will take us/where we need to go/I know it’s there/I’ve been here a thousand times before
Baby, hang on to me/Four legs can do more than what they say/Baby, hang on to me/I’m a stronger swimmer, getting stronger every day
When we get to the dry-bark landing,/Lit by shards from stars we won’t see/We’ll graze, we’ll stop and stare for a moment, then leave
Baby, hang on to me/I saw god die in a wordless dream/I saw the messenger/Sitting on a rock poking out of the sea
Baby, hang on to me/God is a dark eye that wakes in you/Baby, get moving/Double-current press against me/Double-current roll me down the water set me free
I saw a message in the leaves wasting/Their wet words chafe on me/Baby, hang on to me/Whisper a secret to the dark part of me.
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Truer Omen
01:19
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The fingers that took you toward writing these missives/are dry-packed and shipped through the night/appearing on their collector’s doorstep as if by a dusty spirit, climbing the stairs to look at the clouds’ eyes/your hair, each strand golden and gray at the same time/will become bracelets, rosaries for your disciples/there’s nothing they can’t extract or cut into/you’re meat for the masses, sputtered and straight through/we like to carry smooth stones, talismans, beads and bones/we like to put power on a shelf or a pocket/we like omens from birds that fly over as we’re walking/we need confirmation that this is all real/it’s not some lonely dimension/your body is the best omen some of them will ever feel.
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Stone Baby
02:07
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Stone baby, bone bruise and scrape/Another kind of black bile/Stone baby/cracks that give way/burning sun and stuck pine
Stone baby/rock hard ending prayer/calcium, softly/teeth, toenails and hair/syrup cough/county fair
Goodbye, I am feathers, I am stream, I am latex/Goodbye, I am oil in a drain
Stone baby, I am leaving, I am walking away/Ten years, I am leaving, I am walking away/I am spandex, muddy river, finger break/Stone baby, barren dreams/ending here/wide awake.
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Blur
02:35
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The blue-black part of night/belongs to birds that fly/like a curtain looking down for specks we take for granted/one body and mind/one way to cover ground
And that night is breathed in/quiet, large, and looming/scattered inside me looking for something, looking to click in
It’s deep and quiet in moments I’ve known/outside all that pins me to a world that loathes and lurches along
I want feathers imprinted in my skin/after laying too long on asphalt streets/dreaming.
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Turn From Bone
01:21
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We are crumpling up our dreams/Paper temples and braids/We are waiting for the right time, we are looking for a trade/We are wishing on the main line/No more envelopes for different things
Nature makes as much as it needs/But my cells are crying/The grit that turned from bone, the night and neurons calcifying/Bite your teeth down on what you made/keep it safe, keep it laid out like a blanket under your name/A private beach in a dream where you sit and wait/The returning disease sits on your shoulder/Weak moments, green clovers, split hay/Still true sober/Smoke and smolder/The grit that turned from bone blows away.
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Walk Alone
03:10
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And now I know/how the four different roads in the crossroads go/but I still don't want to walk alone, no
Sister science, wringing hands researched/finding an exit is sure an awful lot of work/our lady of the lay of the land/goes from bow to proverbial stern/and though I know the way know/there's many ways to learn
I am never going left, or right, or up, or down again/I am never going east or west or from side to side again/that red cardinal who tapped on your window/he is not your friend/and just because I have been there/doesn't mean I'm going there again.
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August
02:05
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Your welcome always runs out/as does your ability to welcome him in/you touch the gray sky with your fingertips/or you wish you did
You can’t seem to count the crickets/or make sense of all the nature they’re in/you sleep in boxes, cars, and parking lots/or you dreamed you did
And giving is no easy game/And you want to give to him/you touched his ancient heart with your future kiss/or you think you did.
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Sounds & Tones is a concert-planning and promotion company from the Berkshires of Massachusetts, originally founded in 2011
as a record label with the goal to put quality independent music in the spotlight and create a community of musicians and fans.
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