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You know the photograph is fading from within
Into the picture I begin
Replace the memory with visions in a frame
And this is how I spend my day
Into the wide open unknowing underway
I wouldn’t know another way
Your motion tells me everything I need to know
Your saddest sorrow sails a boat
Under the influence of love and pain and gray
And this is how I spend my day
Into the widest opening over the planes
And this is where I lost my way
Into the great beyond
Down the river let me sing my song to you
I feel it’s what I’ve got to do
I listen to the radio waves in a dream
I touch the sounds the that set the scene
I float on songs imagined many moons away
This is how I spend my night and day
Into the open air hung low over the waterway
I wouldn’t know another way
Into the great beyond
Down the river let me sing my song to you
I know it’s what I’ve got to do
See to the other side
Leafy and golden bright
In the air, on the waves, for a song
I light a cigarette for you and one for me
I watch the smoke lift through the trees
A distant world held out at arm’s length for to see
What might become of you and me
Oh, the water song, it lifts us to the light
Good night
A simple reverie, a place to rest our heads and be
Just where we ought to be
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State of While
04:17
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The days spent whiling in
Heed the call
To another messy fate
Nerves and all
Heed the call in all the days sweep by
To the bin we’re in the state of while
If I was missing out
Would I want
For what I’ll never know
Would I go
Would I jump up to a distant pull
Where the beating hearts and laughs echo
For a time I’d while away, learning form
In a bind of feeling fine, holding line
Holding light up to the mirrored heights
Back and forth we gambol, blinking bright
Hear the bells and beats rise up from cars
Moving through the signals held in arms
Here all would wait
Wait if on the day
While always on
On if all the way
Beating hearts, and laughing echos, smile if otherwise fine
In a while way down the line
Free from want
On the other side opposed
Mirror grows
Mirrored one eye opened, seeking two
Eyes refined in focus, blinking blue
Hang the bells on high and ring them right
Loud and clear, excite the days and nights
And sounds and sights, unformed, to be born
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Mire and Swale
03:51
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Feet to the walk
All the same stones
Brought to the fore
All the mire and swale
In the middle of the pyre and dome
A defiance waits
To enlist the forces borne
Affording gray light bliss
Ear to the wall
All the same steps
Sent to revolve
All the new days
In the heart of each and every soul
A defining tone
Fill the light with shadows bright and gay
Each and every day
Hold fast where the four winds moan
In a motionless torque to the bone
To fall on time, on a dime
Eyes to the skies
All the same planes
Chemical trail
Fading into blue
Inner vision, inner ear, to sense
The sights, the sounds
Rising up into the breast and brow
To the clearing ground
Home, over the lift in the road
In a motionless drift to the glow
The gray light climbs, on a dime
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Eiderdown Pallet
04:54
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I made me down a winter’s pallet
Soft and low, of eiderdown and straw
To set my head, twenty miles from home
To set my head, my burden faint yet full
The poison dart was fast and certain
Straight to my heart, I gave myself over to
The sour course of tainted blood must flow
Up to the brain my head contains
I find the weight of silence safe and warm
The water drowns my mouth
The eiderdown my body presses to
Accepts the touch unbowed
Far from the eyes that looked me straight down
Disarmed my will, and burned a hole clear through
The other soul who stands behind me
Moves when I move, and breathes my air
Before the wave oblivion requires
I wash my hands and face
To render clean a vision and a hold
Swept out under a dream
I moved a long way
Apart from everything I love
And everyone gone
Without a word from me
Atop the eiderdown covering the straw
I tuck myself in
Fist over my maw
And if my crooked smile
Opened for to speak
I’d tell a winding tale
Sideways through my sleep
Give me one night, to lose myself again
I’ll find my voice, and tell you where I’ve been
When I arise, twenty miles from home
When I arise, you’ll hear me where I stand
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