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The Woods
04:40
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Sun came up
and the heat settled on me.
The sky was grinning
and the lake was cold.
Day was lush,
the day was glowing.
Our boat was listing,
wind was laughing.
Find me me in the woods.
Find me in the water.
Find me in the morning
as a son or as a daughter.
Find me in the light.
Find me in the rain.
Don't find me with machines
or you'll never know my name.
Noon was lazy
and the paddle felt sure.
The leaves were kissing.
River banks were holding.
Day was ripe.
The day was growing.
And the shade was soft.
Stones were hard.
Find me me in the woods.
Find me in the water.
Find me in the morning
as a son or as a daughter.
Find me in the light.
Find me in the rain.
Don't find me with machines
or you'll never know my name.
Find me in the woods.
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2. |
The Wind
04:05
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I don't know the wind
but I'm damn sure she knows me
older than my grandma
older than the holy trinity
If you listen close she will play for you
a quiet symphony
talk about the kingdoms of old
and the boy from Galilee
I heard it from the wind
spoke of love, she spoke of sin
she told me in a storm
she was sweet, she was forlorn
If I were a sailboat
I'd hold her every day
If I were a windmill
I'd ache when she was away
If you pay attention she will dance for you
a wild green ballet
talk of the beginning of beginnings
we will whisper but we will not pray
I heard it from the wind
spoke of love, she spoke of sin
she told me in a storm
she was sweet, she was forlorn
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3. |
Early Bird
02:38
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4. |
Dumpster Diver
04:15
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That food-stamp summer in Boston,
we waded through broccoli rabe.
In the 1:00am supermarket exit light
expired almonds turned
to dark gems in your hand.
Once we ate apple pie for a week
baked fresh in garbage bags.
Our teeth were stared and striped in rot.
You served up dinner hot
and unapologetic.
You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver.
If anybody speaks american it's you.
You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew.
Build from waste, this land taught us to.
Diving down into the red, white and blue.
And you'd talk about Michigan,
those long, long stories of shifting gears.
Grinding down the streets of Motor City,
you chewed through your first clutch.
Still, you make the turns.
You'd spit legends of summers way back:
the time you spoke only in bad haiku
the whole night of Carrie Attley's party.
In boozy, bent syllabics
you taught me juxtaposition
You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver.
If anybody speaks american it's you.
You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew.
Build from waste, this land taught us to.
Diving down into the red, white and blue.
And without you
I have no nation.
I'll pledge my allegiance,
I'll sift through your junk,
oh, it's half true.
I am a citizen,
I am a dissident.
You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver.
If anybody speaks american it's you.
You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew.
Build from waste, this land taught us to.
Diving down into the red, white and blue.
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5. |
Boxes
01:43
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Come on December graduation!
I'm headed north, to where you are.
And that first apartment somewhere in the falling snow.
We've been talking on the phone,
filling the gap from skin to bone.
You haven't put up pictures,
you've been waiting til I get home.
How you make me croon,
how you make me moan.
While I get my things in boxes,
darling, could you dance a while alone?
*****
I'll be leaving with the snow.
And at least it's apropos.
After all, I was your vermonter boy.
And so you can close that door:
I don't love you anymore.
I think it's best
if we say it out loud.
How you make me croon,
how you make me moan.
While I get my things in boxes,
darling, could you dance a while alone?
Darling, could you dance a while alone?
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