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Will You Be
02:00
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Will you be my only?
Sea to sea, you’re my only
On land and ennui,
one and only baby
Tearing down the road
we’re a ravenous cyclone
eating everything that we can see
maybe
When we crash at home
we can sit outside under white sheets let our minds breathe,
digest the feast,
maybe
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A drive through the country
to soothe the mind
An emerald field is a sight for sore eyes
Picture the pose of the figure underneath
Shoulders and hips draped in green
The manor on high
painted white
The glory of man and the model of life
Every tree hides a cloud
of trembling cicadas,
the invisible crowd
But one honeyed chirp
of a cricket in the grass
cuts through the blast
These fields stoke desire
I’m full to the throat but begging for more
Drinking the air that rolls off the pasture
Scent of sweetgrass
and blood in the soil
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Salzburg Summer
03:09
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Pretty as a summer day
Layered as a peony
Cheeky-sweet like lemonade
Envy isn’t becoming
Dress to compete
Keep your figure
Attract/repeat
Perfume linger
Salzburg summer
Alone with your thoughts
fifteen years later
What has your love, perma-teenager?
Are the others watching you?
The subtleties of how you move
The corner of your mouth
Sip the straw pout
Imbue it all with effortlessness
What do you love?
What do you dream?
Where go your thoughts
when you are sleeping?
Salzburg in the summertime
A cigarette for every teen
Paint your cheeks and drink your wine
Rose goes with everything
Silence your phone
but still use it
casual midday mass peruser
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Equator Line
02:33
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Kid down the street swears that he is a black belt
I seen him practicing in the field beside Roosevelt
Rumor has spread that he owns a real sword
He’ll do a split kick if you hold the board
I have no doubt that his skills come in handy
but I get by fine with a jump rope and candy
Never that taken with the motorcycle
I dream my way through using minimal muscles
Up in the canopy with a tiny pad of paper
Summon the warm rain to rust out the staples
and draw the ghost up from the asphalted bus stop
in newspaper hats we march toward the black top
With a finger on my forehead I look for a sun sign
Lead me toward the belted equator line
I want to lie down, half North and half South
The turn of the globe realign my spine
No need for specialists, needles or collagen
Heat and humidity make me a kid again
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I Like You That Way
02:33
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Danger waits in Indiana
like sun on the street
It won’t break in and steal
it comes suddenly
A blade swung the wrong way, a slip on the hay
Death in the everyday -
Accidents, they say
The sky doesn’t care
and the corn just sways
There’s a heat in Indiana
that presses on the day
The glass sits full of water
A tulip poplar prays
The cars and times
have changed now,
the steel frame passed away
But in my mind it stays same as same as same
I want to go to Indiana
where I held my bravery high
as cast iron bulls chased us
to the ruined silo pile
But a silo too can be deadly
if you sink into the grain
What is it about you that’s sewn into my brain
You smile at disaster
and set the plow back to the plain,
and I like you that way
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Raise The Ring
02:47
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Shadow stand behind me
Do as i do,
walk me to school
The neighbors grow flowers I can’t name
I know my way by the shapes of the lawns
Come on baby raise the ring
Salt your eyes and feel the sting
Time holds a knife to everything
Come on baby raise the ring
Springtime smells like damp stone
The field is muddy, I hold buds in my hand
Summer leaves me breathless
Full exertion
Sweetness offered
Grandfather’s funeral
The corn was high
The leaves were rust
The sound of the rifle made me cry
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Slow
03:50
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On a Friday
I sit in the room
In my head there’s a tune and I feel defeated
By the speed machine
and the social scene
I keep on waiting for something to happen
I am slow
and it’s high time I am slowed down
to feel the cost of all my movement
Next to the stoop
There’s a ring of grass
where nothing else will grow
It’s a precious thing
finding life in the dead zone
People are always walking
across the tracks behind our building
There’s always the feeling
that so much is happening
That’s enough
Stop and stare
Long enough
Into the glare
Cut it out
Don’t fill it up
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W/ Sam
03:02
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I had a nice time with Sam
We were talking, talking like friends
I had a nice time with Sam
Talking about how things will be at the end
I said aloud, “I wish I was more fun, didn’t steer toward serious”
He said, “Man I know that about you,
it’s come up on other days”
But we stayed put instead of looking away
I had a nice time with Sam
He really liked the pasta
Blueberries, an unexpected touch
But he particularly liked the lemon zest, who doesn’t?
I had a nice time with Sam
We were talking like friends on the weekend
I don’t get many weekends
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Waite
02:42
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Hunter, rust, mauve, dust;
colors I didn’t trust
until I saw them from the train
Home with stranger kin
Camp in the kitchen
Tears and a sweet refrain
Pining, dining, late reclining
Pillow steals my brain
Stop through, see you
all we’ve been through
Are we not the same?
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10. |
Eye In The Sky
03:34
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Don’t be alarmed
You won’t be harmed
Don’t you ever wonder if it was all as you remember?
Well now you’ll know for sure
Oh and don’t forget,
everybody has a family
Everybody has a hometown;
someone who heard their first word
Perfume of grass
Your red pajamas
Memory is nice
but what about long nights
when you’re too tired to read?
Just hit play
Re-watch that day
after the party died,
glitter all swept away
We sat in your car
Now we can know
what we said that night
Word-for-word is nice sometimes
There’s an eye in the sky
Satellite, recording our lives
So smile
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In Darkness
02:35
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Forest of my mind
Calm and slow and know comfort of the darkness
Knowing you I am more myself but not a self I know;
one from somewhere else
Hidden bell sleeps in you waiting to be traced, harvested from darkness
Our pool has two deep ends
Laugh on the surface, dive down again
The deeper that we go I yield myself to the hand that knows its way in darkness
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Lowland Hum Charlottesville, Virginia
For over twelve years Lowland Hum has been a landing strip for your lesser-loved emotions. You can go listen to all of that
if you like; eight albums, several EPs, et cetera.
They aren't slowing down. Except metaphysically.
Lauren and Daniel Goans are into DIY. They make their own music and art.
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