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(and Her)

15 Apr

Sufjan Stevens – Borderline

A ride home as kind as morphine,

I saw floods slip over quiet eyes of friends.

The bridge softly buckles and

the rivets give like dough.

But the tires have all melted away anyways.

and Her lids are heavy and she’s

losing the fight these days.

.

I never saw the blinking lights,

I never heard the siren’s sounds,

Please, let me have the window seat.

.

A ride home being sung to sleep,

I saw lids slip over quiet eyes of mine.

Magdalene softly chuckles and

tidal waves rise and grow,

but my fires have all died away anyways.

And her lids are heavy and she’s

losing the fight these days.

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To all of them

28 Mar

Daduk – D’est en Ouest

To all the people I’ve forgotten,

And then…

A long way ago, or, a

short spell before,

I had been a careless man.

But now,

would I feel the majesty?

Could I spare the time?

I keep among this drifting foam,

upon the tired sea.

Magdalene above me.

Oh how I am vain.

I was in the bushes,

and you were on the mountainside.

And you did shout your name.

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If You Would

11 Mar

Califone – If You Would

Silence torn before the sun was born.

Could it be a death of love?

Could you bring me some of that?

I don’t know.

Would you pray if you were asked?

I try to lie but I might.

Casting handfuls of voice in the

black abyss.

Maybe these are the timid miles I never saw.

Maybe this man is my enemy.

I couldn’t see his eyes in the rain.

But I imagine they saw ghosts of towers piercing

the sinews of the sea.

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We are what you want.

31 Jan

Marconi Union – Nothing Ever Happens In Tunguska

I hope I dream another dream tonight.

I hope this proves to be a better year.

I’m swallowing a stone that won’t go down.

Upon examination fades away.

Elusive time it always gets away

with homicide. I’m left to slip slow down

in dip down sheets and dream this bitter year

away in premature moonbeams tonight.

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Just Say If.

23 Jan

Mimicking Birds – On The Warm Side

Sunday night boasts

a scramble brain

and a soft voice.

We slide

the weekend wind

a comet tail

shedding skin

in the night sky.

Just say if.

I’ll drop it all and fall.

Just say if.

No, come and help me lift.

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Best told low

22 Dec

Modern Drummer – American Analog Set

The best love stories are the ones I never heard.

An advertised love hangs upon the thinnest threads,

plinks high notes and treads.

They are the wailing melody to the bass in our heads.

A drone we hear from miles away.

The undercurrent on choppy days.

Cello strings cheats strung bow.

Won’t play notes staff page says.

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A good day.

5 Dec

American Analog Set – Know by Heart

I would love to lay back and relive the past,
but fast passing volumes and fumes of the future go
trickling past.
The gas leaks quick and the last to leave will take the blast.
We plan plans and pray for fortunes fast.
We might drive all day, still not knowing
why we’re going, these busy hazy days:
Presently, patiently waiting.
But with you, past or present,
everlasting effervescent,
living to the future, not for it.

My love, my passenger in life, I’m looking forward to new pasts, pleasant presents, and old futures with you.

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