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Miles Below
04:16
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It's time to row the boat from shore
trade rubber legs for wooden oars
We won't rest 'til we're miles from shore
and settled in
But will the wave that rocked that boat
overflow our little moat
or ripple in the inkwell for remembering?
And she'll lie in the sand on the bottom, miles below the rolling waves...
Will the hand that rang that bell
strike her mallet here as well
or lie in wait to twist the blade and never tell?
Strike a chord and hit the drum
the best of days have yet to come
the killer of the dream will pay for what she's done
And she'll lie in the sand on the bottom
miles below the rolling waves
the sand on the bottom
miles below the same waves sparkle
broken on the shore in the sun...
It's time to row the boat to shore
pay the man, turn in the oars
count your change twice, nothing more for balancing
Cast your shells to draw your fate
the bluebird that was born too late
appears a clear three-sided shape for reckoning
And let the music's colored rain
saturate my drying brain
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2. |
Wise Man
06:01
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Well, a wise man sat by a growing tree
with his pupil listened on bended knee
here come the swift birds rushing out
over the snow
He said, "there is one thing that you ought to know,
that is there is no hurry, there's only go.
So take my words here & pack 'em up,
off you go."
He met an old gray lady beside the path
involved in shady scheming without a past
he took her hand and he led her back
to the line
He saw a mad red man on the second day
trying to pass up the demons and make them pay
and showed him how he could slow it down
with a sign
So here we go
rise up for the show
wastin' all the world with your wordplay
wandering slow
breathe in all the news of today and let it go
'Cause when he came to rest by a breathing hill
with all the citizens watching from windowsills
he wondered how they could work at all
stumbling, stained
The said, "your brown bottle vision is working fine,
you bought your freedom 1759."
and watched the iron gate closing out
in the rain
So here we go
rise up for the show
wasting all the world with your wordplay
wandering slow
what if everybody at once would just let go?
Count back from three
notice what you see
takin' all the time that you came for
take it from me
breathe in all advice of today and let it be
'Cause when the pupil returned to the fallen tree
to shroud the master's body and set it free
he watched the ashes spreading out
over the snow
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3. |
The Gardener's Lament
02:15
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My favorite line - the ones I can't find
My favorite shoes - the ones I can't lose
My favorite seeds
the only ones that I need
Put 'em in the ground and see what grows
My favorite red - the ones in my head
My favorite shirt - the color of dirt
My favorite green
every one that I've seen
Put 'em in color and see what shows
I made a dye for September's white sky
I made a wish for a wishbone triptych
Prayed for pain and played for rain
and that I never have to see him again
I staked a claim for a halfshell halfway
I made a list of the things that I've missed
Great Lakes gothic, West Coast prophet
and I'll never have to go there again
I spend my time - black water line
I spilled my cup - and filled it back up
I spend my days
antihistamine haze
Put 'em in the way and see who goes
Put 'em in color and see what shows
Put 'em in the ground and see what grows
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4. |
Tales from 91344
05:26
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Glory creeps up ginkgo street where snailshell mailmen go
Ivy hides the spiders so be careful where you throw
Baby meditator
Two steps up the path
Green grass turns to vapor where the poet's page turns last
Waiting in a suitcase in a station in your hand
Folded piece of fortune floats the streets over the land
Looking hard at gold-green yards with cassette decks on the lawn
Take it in & plug it in and find there's nothing wrong
Half a thousand backlit stars run screaming for the gate
Tabloids plead for mercy bleeds but for them it's just too late
Angry solstice sunshine beats the pavement into tar
Hum some bars of ant path cars & we'll freeze 'em where they are
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