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Take Flight
04:46
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two wheels hit the pavement, I turn the corner
where I live in the morning
the sun is on my face, the wind at my back
and I‘m flying
my stomach flips to my heart as I take flight
I got a ride to the sky and I take flight
two wheels hit the pavement
I hit the side road and I cut
through the evening
high above the crippled cars
stacked to the sky
I‘m flying
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Careful Whorms #1&2
04:54
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I smell the baby on your breath
you smile and like your cigarette
racing the white tips of your hands
to my surprise / OM
curling your current overflows
daring to wake among the rose
you know I‘s only in the throes
to my surprise
I was a worm
I was a worm but I learned to
learn my place in your face
I rode a whale / she rode a wind it begins
it begin it beginned my end but in the end
it would take me over, I would follow the water
I wrote a word / I wrote a word and it burned and
it burned into
but so did you
I rode a worm riding the tail of a snail on a wheel
in a wheel in a wheel in reverse in an endless wheel
and I did feel
It would take me over
I would follow the water
I‘d follow the water
to my surprise
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In a high-rise apartment by the cold A/C, I awoke with a question mark throttling me. The dot at the bottom came down on my head, and like a snake coiled 'round my arms and my legs. By wrists and by ankles I's hoist toward the ceiling, my fingers and toes, they began to lose feeling, and in my last throes I reached back for the covers, but to my dark dismay I was too far, too far above them. And like through the eye go I.
I searched for a sign, a thing recognizable, but through fog and stardust I could feel the rise and fall, the change, the return to the infinite, vaporous soil of the motherland - I'm careful, careful to thank her...and like through the eye go I.
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Add Shades of Tiffany
03:55
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Lately my house is full of yellow, add shades of Tiffany
there‘s a song that‘s generating from the front door to the sea
open the front door, open the back door
inside out exchanging waves
look in the eye
seamlessly I cease to be so be careful what you reel or cast me
back into the sea
Lately my living room‘s a wasteland, but my front yard‘s Hannalee
and the wrongs the gods are waging will be righted unto thee
have been righted unto thee
from the front door to the sea
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5. |
Rise Up Singing
03:06
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smoke & mirrors
hopes & fears
hope they hear us
smoke & mirrors
held to your own light
took a hit
to the chin
to the lips
took a hit
rise up singing
when you are writhing
get in & drive &
rise up singing
Into that good night
when it‘s my time
in that night
when it‘s time
hate to go gentle
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6. |
Farther
05:25
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High on the ceiling, in waves of breathing,
I can hear signals in distant hymnals
I still love now that I'm farther
I see the light starlit martyr
With the summer ends listless departuren
I can see your eyes incensed in rapture
Like encoded cryptic, a Sufi mystic
Like lightening whelk spirals
and endless aisles
When the sun spins
settings in colours
I still love
tripping with others
I still love
now that I'm farther
I see the light
scarlet martyr
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7. |
Song for Esalen
03:32
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Wrestled & saved by the wine-colored waves
no amount of danger in my darling
Infinite language in the eyes of cetaceans
safe within the belly of intelligent being
deep in deep end Esalen
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8. |
Little Bluestem
03:30
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instrumental
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9. |
Farm
02:52
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I can’t come up for air until I’ve had my share
of hollow sidestreet cars and my morning stare
so I’m moving to the farm where I’ve got a girl
I can’t do her no harm ’cause she checks my arm
I can’t think to speak I can’t pleasure to seek
and if the holler’s dry well then I won’t be weak
’cause tracks’ll disappear just so long as they will
repair then reappear as far eyes can tell
When all the weather is gone and all the windows too
the old smokestack sings I’ve been looking for you
So I’m moving to the farm where I’ve got a girl
I can’t do her no harm when she checks my arm
When all the leaks are gone and all the ceilings too
the old smokestacks sing, ’’we’ve been looking for you’’
So I sneak to the barn, I can’t find my girl
farewell to the score, I’m hanging up my arm
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Thigh High Vignette
02:14
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The creek is rising, it’s early morning
The sky is laughing over the wasteland
the door is open, my room is flooding
cracks in the pavement, things they might have been
The day is breaking as I awaken, my bed is floating out in the open
I’ve got a new friend sleeping in my head
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11. |
Look Alive
03:58
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I lost my balance in the morning, in the morning
in a white-footed falling rain
I kissed her reflection in the river, in the river
oh the star-covered rose-budded face
I reached in my pocket for a switchblade or a handshake
all I found was a rosary
and the Holy Bible I devoured, I devoured was of well water,
soil, and change
Now they say to the back of my eyes
"Would you look alive, would you look alive?"
They say to the back of my eyes
"would you look alive?"
One hand on my thigh and the other hand
twists a thorn in my side
I took for a wife a starving artist, starving artist
with a red-headed genius steed
She was strong, she was private she would probably survive it
oh I wait patiently for the saints
to decree that she faked the whole thing
and there’s no pressing need
to succumb to falling freedom
the white, white bird took to the white, white moon
took me to deep, dark gloom, oh and back up through
and now they say to the back of my eyes
"Would you look alive, would you look alive?"
they say to the back of my eyes "would you look alive?"
One hand on my thigh and the other hand twists a
thorn inside my side, I don’t understand why
Thank your lucky stars for bring you your dear departed
Did you see to it she came through me?
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12. |
A Life Electric
03:33
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In the bright light of your leaving, your visage and your vim
was cast, along with the impression of a life electric few possess
On the bright side of my memory, the place behind my waking eye
your figure hewn in stark relief out of the shadow in my mind
all the bright roses // words fail me
all the angels of bright glory, the wrath of God, the gracious host
the wild, wildest horses could not wrench from me your wretched ghost
In my bride’s eyes a great forest and down her throat, the universe
now she is reunited with that which the senses cannot observe
good for nothing, looking for something
good for nothing, I’m good for nothing
good for nothing, waiting on something, coast to the golden coast
whether or not you fly doesn’t matter
where you’ll be coming from you’ll be going
whether or not you’re high doesn’t matter
where you’ll be coming from you’ll be going
whether or not you cry doesn’t matter
where you’ll be coming from you’ll be going
I’m around to keep the rise and run
from falling off
I’m around to keep the rise and run
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Sound, isn’t it strange how the layers play and intertwine
Sound, isn’t it strange, Like the ancient wind in sea & whine
Sound, upon her whim, whispering she won’t wait for him
His writ, a heavy limb, flails & frails, Spinning hymns
Spinning him through sea in whine, the ancient wind in sea & whine
Still, a seraphim of irridescence will pulse & pull you in
as you leak away your hydrogen ’till your lungs give in
Faint, I hear her roar and ricochet off the ocean floor
round an ambient wade in textures I haven’t heard before
Faint, I hear her roar and ricochet off the ocean floor
round in ambient wade in textures all unheard before
heard before, herbivore, in textures I haven’t heard before
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14. |
Farther (Radio Edit)
04:29
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High on the ceiling, in waves of breathing,
I can hear signals in distant hymnals
I still love now that I'm farther
I see the light starlit martyr
With the summer ends listless departuren
I can see your eyes incensed in rapture
Like encoded cryptic, a Sufi mystic
Like lightening whelk spirals
and endless aisles
When the sun spins
settings in colours
I still love
tripping with others
I still love
now that I'm farther
I see the light
scarlet martyr
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Indie folk from Austin. Singer Grace Rowland, guitarist Michael McLeod, bassist Jesse Dalton, drummer Alan Eckert, and string player Noah Jeffries dress up their otherworldly tunes in sequined mermaid jumpsuits. They're formerly known as Grace Park & the Deer. ... more
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