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30 Years Old
03:33
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Sometimes at night
A train shakes the window
I’m already awake and wet
I’m saying old words
over and over
I’m clutching my chest
Hoping to recover
30 years old
Take control
Hard on myself
Taking its toll
30 years old
Freezing cold
Squinting my eyes
Sight to behold
When my wife asks
“how was time
with your dear old friend?”
My head starts spinning
I’m hearing my voice
Reciting verses
I learned as a boy
30 years old
Tale well told
Full of myself
Watch it unfold
30 years old
Don’t miss the boat
Plenty of time
To comb through the words
In 1939
A man tried to see God
At least once (one second) every minute
His eyes were shining
He kept turning around to check was was behind him
What was that flash
Even in his own eyelash
He read a love song
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Friction
03:29
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Where
O where
Would we be
Without friction
Monuments
Statues in the square
Sweat on the tracks
Blood in my hair
Favorite history class
Briefly memorized “facts”
Sweeping up my notes
Scratching out old quotes
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3. |
Aster and Sweet Fern
04:48
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Fair Lydia lost her love to the sea
Thrown overboard at the whim of a storm
Though the account was cloudy
Barnabas Cooke, as good as a man can be
Married our widow fair
Built the homestead at the edge of the trees
Don’t you love a quiet house
Content by the fire and your quiet spouse?
Books in the evening while she goes out walking
Returning with arms full
Aster and sweet fern, elder and blue berry, boneset, marsh marigold
Late one night Barnabas woke to find
His bed cold and empty
The high moon big-bellied
He followed a lantern’s glow
To the heart of the wood where sweet Lydia lay in the arms of a man unknown
Was it a ghost or could this be
The first blush of Lydia’s youth who had slept on the floor of a hungry sea
Run, good man, run, as far as you can flee
At night by the blaze of a fire you will gaze ’til the heat forces you to sleep
Thirty years had passed when the letter found our man
Lydia’s wearing black, mourning her Barnabas
Pity the widowed bride
His veteran’s pension will pay her rent and afford her a modest life
Run, good man, run. Carry yourself to the judge,
Tell him the truth that the wife of your youth claims you dead but you are alive.
Just like her sailor and how many other men
Drawn by her siren eyes
Sleep good man sleep
You’re finally out of her reach
Slouch by the fireside
Walled in on left and right
Books and the embers bright
Lydia visits in dreams soft and distant like haze on the morning
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4. |
We're All Waiting
05:22
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All in the painted faces
All the fall from graces
All the people watching
All the people watching
Who’s gonna stop them
We’re all waiting
We’re all waiting
We’re all waiting for the sides to sway, or go away
The problem is you
We know the truth
Man, be silent
You’ve had your moment
Nobody’s watching
I wish no one was watching
Who’s gonna stop him
We’re all waiting
We’re all waiting
Waiting for someone to shine
Blow our minds
The answer is easy
Come with me
Real heroes standing in the madness
dignified and hapless
rubber bullets flying, shepherds snapping
I’m at home in my selfish sadness
or on my morning jog
through the beautiful university campus
past the immortalized bronze riders
and the tall white monoliths
stake your claim
“What does it mean to own land?
How did you get here?
Did you ride in on a snarling sea dragon?”
We’re all waiting
We’re all waiting for someone to say,
“It’s okay, so hard to be good when you are great”
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5. |
Not A Fire
02:38
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Oh my God I'm smiling and crying
Depending on the day
I might be flying or dying
The sky holds signs
So do the trees
Studying faces and reading into tea leaves
My love is not a fire
Guaranteed to take us higher
The ocean rises with the moon
And my days are all I have to offer to you
You and I, strands of rope
Bands in an oak
Fused by the friction of hours
I'm a black cat, nudging your hand
I'm a black hole for your affection
Silent nights lead to calmer days
Kneeling down in the shifting sun rays
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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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