1. |
weld hill
01:19
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about your scarf
take your time
i know of other colors
working their way into your heart
about your scars
take your time
i know of other colors
working their way into your heart
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2. |
leafpast
02:49
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let the clock work the horse
passing judgment
on the brink of derailing
truth from the track
while your mind is
spinning heaven’s lapse
swindle a bet of the heart
summon its rhythm
let the ladders
sweep out the legs of time
style a plea for action
lasso and harness your passions
the estate of violence
knows a clipper
who can scrape up the street
and gallop to a vanishing
he says, “swing away with me
along the ropes of envy”
but we work the clock and
we break its hand!
so swing away with me
under the cover of woods
now we work the clock
and we balance shells
with the whispers of sea
fangs of delirium
welcome our minds back
splice what we cut out
live by the sword
die with a word
that names a lack of fight
though instruments of torture
draw hearts in quarters
what kind of poison
lets you live
past desired effect?
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3. |
red bud
01:54
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red bud stay open
should the league of elvdon
descend into the ocean
wet the wings of heaven
father i have betrayed you
flown with jack-hawks to slay you
kissed the neck of desire
warms my hands in her embers
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4. |
kate'll lend the ukulele
03:15
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you know how to let your thoughts go
through locked doors of the brain
you know how far the ocean goes
and what's contained when the wind is stale
you know when it's always warm our
hearts get colder not knowing the change
i miss the switch
from frond to barren breeze
the snow on my face
how jamaica pond would freeze
the exultation of larks
how they'd fly and they'd sing
"glory, glory, alleluia,
this day is for me"
in a delusion of grandeur
i stole my daddy's spear
and i tried to kill
to take care of my family
though a crown of thorns
pierced through my plans
i slipped from the reef
into a barracuda's den
sometimes life
is not worth the compromise
the day does not rise
to look me in the eye
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5. |
long black veil
02:29
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6. |
underhill rolls fire
01:57
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if there is one thing i've learned
from freezing cold water
underhill rolls fire
sparring waves kindles old flames
if there is one thing i've learned
from boiling hot water
one leaf left too long
is gonna ruin the whole plot
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7. |
song for polaris mine
02:34
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friends come home
through your irreversible shadows
tend to the candle
i left in my window
the flame knocked me out cold
the song bends a suicide note
sure fire reminds me
that august burns
as engines churn
but i shouldn’t have driven
within those limits
please walk me home
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8. |
trapeze
02:31
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on your trapeze
does your line
skim the tops
of the maples
when you breath
summer breezes in
the ghosts of snow
slam shut my window
now when i fall
he’s there to catch you
releasing your love
from the state of statue
maker of violins
player of cellos
point both your bows
point your bows like arrows
one at the house
one at the road
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9. |
durham county regional
03:53
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xxx
then i get the call from durham county regional
mom said you spent the night there
it tripped you up scared
it tripped you up stairs
she said he slipped you pill
fucked you at will, and against yours
you swore you'd never do it again
but it wasn't you, it was all him
to undress this violence and manic stress
rain-coated in silence
i'm building a microphone out of tin can
praying song invites me in
i reach for my umbrella to swing at every raindrop
wind scatters sand onto canvass
it beats the knuckle from my hand
i beat the knuckle from my hand
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10. |
carlos and carmen
06:58
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if tonight
you find that soldering iron
i'll take you back to my high school
i know a kid there that's hidden some wire
up in the catwalk attach your end to mine
melt them together in an ear ring of fire
drop it to the stage in a fit of fury
let the witches engage in hell's flurry
feet sweep across swan lake
over the rock and over the roll
flying home sinks my soul
selling myself takes it's toll
and it kept me from loving you
it kept me from loving myself
it's hard with a curfew
to find the time to hurt myself
but, olive, i am your kitten
i'll follow you through
forests ridden with the sounds
of angels brushing wind chimes
watching smokestacks rise
over gasoline lakesides
lift your magazines up to the mantle
spread your time out over the mirror
in the back of a pickup the moonshine's clearer
isadora's scarves, death's whisper
with an ear to the ground you can hear her
galloping home to sink our souls.
something carlos already knows
and why carmen cannot let him go
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auburn kettle Durham, North Carolina
albert meyer guitar/voice
andrew anagnost cello/voice
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