Okkervil River – A Girl in Port [Demo]
We’re making that rich soil.
We’re confiding in all the wrong people.
We’ve got fish a’ plenty.
But bread and wine’s a different story.
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The water’s creeping up in my chest.
Spills in my arms. Shaky.
But flood plains keep the water tame.
Disperse, absorb, reclaim.
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Blip – Sounds of Faces
Nights that call to me, and the mists that wrap their shoulders, and the lights that are their eyes. I’ve been waiting. And even though I ignored your brothers, I will pencil you in. Spontaneity was never a strong suit, but not a weak side I’ll forget. I remember. My head craned to the sky and I left the others behind. The stars, a second, a year. Not a minute I’ve been here, and only a minute to go. Will I dance around die? Or have something to show? Would I care if no one knew my name?
I see lemongrass groves.
I see hooves of snow.
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Her Father and Her – Adam Green
I shook the spectacle,
and it took me by the hair and sat me down.
Calm him down.
Calm down that man in his head.
The days of rain and plastic leaves.
The time i stuck that stuff on sleeves.
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The dust and stone stairs, bay views and warehouse ruins.
Now I’m all caught up in the spectacle.
It’s respectable.
It’s applaudable.
In the crowd,
the crash,
we’re inaudible.
Seed pushed up, and slowly grown in
foreign storms, the winds of Mars, from a fallen oak
on the highest peak of Carroke Point. Altitudes
a different sort. I scaled the eastern face,
felt the breath of death and toppled on the
small plateau. The Peak.
A puff of whipped cream at my feet. The cloud.
The clean. The seed. A different breed.
A closer look reveals shadow pupped corrugated
leaves. Interesting. What could it mean? The
wind recedes. I walked around and surveyed the
scene. Serene. The sediment at my feet,
rusted iron filings, chipped granite and peat. Definitely
unique. How did I…
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