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It is September wild, anymore
Harness the foal
A bridge to align a hold
Impossible to know from behind
All the way gone
Too bright to the fire to glow
Heard it in the wind
Hand into a hand
Listening against the weight entire, anymore
It is a fine entwine, anymore
Tell where it opens
The distance allows a pull
Enter the wilding year as it floats
Into the gloaming
The grass in the wave to burn
Heard it in the wind
Hand held to the ear
Listening against the waning light at the edge
Herded away (Herded away)
Over a firebreak
Pulled from the flame (Pulled from the flame)
Biding a moon ray
Hand holding hand (Hand holding hand)
Tale of the rovers, evermore
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Eventide
03:05
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The moon is pulling the waves out
On the shore, faces alight once more
We watch the prism efface us
Eye to the crystalline, colorful cut of light
In the mirror sight, in the echo soul
Who do we think we’ll be
When we wash up clean, when we go inside
At eventide
The sun is burning the morning
Clouds astray, over the roiling swell
The rollers turn over backwards
Into immensity, into the swirling sea
At the faintest breeze, at the lightest touch
Where do we think we’ll go
When we set our keel to the brightest star
A journey far
(Wade in among the reeds)
Where do we think we’ll be
(How does it feel to be)
Out of the ordered time in flow
(Where does the water flow)
Into the rushing waves below
(Into the undertow)
If only water could save us
In the deep, Into a breathless room
We find it hard to replace us
Days drown into a dream
Isn’t it what we feel
When we lose the light, when we lose our sight
Who do we reach out to
When we set our keel to oblivion
A fading sun
(Wade in among the reeds)
Where do we think we’ll be
(How does it feel to be)
Out of the ordered time in flow
(Where does the water flow)
Into the rushing waves below
(Into the undertow)
(Find it along the bay)
Wending into our way
(Light of the words we say)
Out of the water time will know
(How does the water know)
Into the eventide in tow
(Into the undertow)
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Cuyahoga
03:55
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O Cuyahoga, Ohio
Need a little favor
Need a ride to buffalo
Ophelia told me
About the looking glass
Ophelia told me
Lost and out of favor
With the working class
And I need a little favor
Sunset won't go
Into buildings of snow
Lost and out of focus
Cuyahoga I'm going home
O Cuyahoga, home of the warm
Heart of the swamp
Everlasting love
Dock take with it
Stepping on a leaf
A duck, unaware of a man
Ophelia save me
From this ghost I need
Lingering in back of me
Sunrise won't know
All the places I go
Finding reciprocity
In the shade of a bone
Going home
Cuyahoga, not my home
Over a monument, built in a wind
Over in a landslide
Where it slides right in
Buffalo's winter
Melts all about
Water off dreaming of a lake
Shade me in the bone-light
Of a winter spring
In the dust unaccosted near the falls
Sunlight don't go
It's your face that feels warm
Only on the road
Where the tree's leaf alone
Sun might ignore
Every word that I score
Only on the road
Where the phased leave alone
Going home
Cuyahoga, not my home
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Autumn Affairs
03:56
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Overgrown chainlink fence
Leaves pressed in web
Autumn affairs arrive
Autumn affords the sky
The rain, the cold, the breath
Follow the rue toward the lea
Fell away shadow-torn
Built up in weave
Structures of till and cull
Pennies for whispered walks
The cut, the straw, the brick
Copper the slip, the drying stone
Tailwind, braille wind, over the head, billow down
Cloud form, reed in the mirrored mud
Gather fields in two arms
Tally every seed
Autumn avails the fruit
Winter months save the truth
To come, to find, in kind
Filaments wind, in strength, to bind
Tailwind, braille wind, over the head, billow down
Cloud form, reed in the mirrored mud
Pull it nearer blood
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Silver Line
01:17
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Anywhere safe I was
I found myself on the silver line
Rolling home
It was simple
It was old
It was a cannonball
And a cannonball
Is a long shot gone
And the sterling sound
Held the line to my soul
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Feelin' Strange
02:27
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Pestle-punched and fallen apart
On a pill withstand the part
When you face, peel a reel, to an arm
Birth a wheel to your arm
A pact withstands aplomb
And a song's just the place in the pause
Feelin' strange is only feeling
Alarm's only meaning is to do harm
Pain's only reason
Is to stop one from believing
One's strong
Where's the fun in the fact
One has to take it back
To take it back is no fun Jack
Peel apart
Fill a day beyond display
The fading horseys neigh
It's just another sunny day
In the yard
Feelin' strange is only feeling
Alarm's only meaning is to do harm
Pain's only reason
Is to stop one from believing
One's strong
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Edges
03:06
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How many people lost in different shadings
To find them awry
Colliding with a passing fancy
Gone in a minute's time
Oh, mind these moves, send me a message
(See far, send me a sign of the mind)
Heed time, before it's over
How many seconds spent inside of
Moment to moment affairs
No matter if the future's silent
Listen if nothing's there
Oh, mind these truths, send me a picture
(See far, send me a sign of the mind)
Shine through, the light and the color
Enter another darkened doorway
Leads to a bright design
I recognize your face and welcome
Who did I think I would find
Oh, light bleed through, contour the edges
(See far, send me a sign of the mind)
Be true, be my direction
My heart is telling me there's something in you
(Something in you)
I never thought I'd know a vision so true
I was lost once, but not anymore
At the edge of my sight I find
In a matter of time I found you
(In a matter of time I found you)
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