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Fall Apart
06:47
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The sun has set and the house grown cold
Ignored your own adage and left not a proverb untold
Nouns sounding abstract from your mouth to my mind
Fear of the unknown obscuring your cataract eyes
All of the feet that once pattered and scampered to you
Bounded and clacked off until they were clear out of view
April Fool’s Day tricks
Nearly forgotten like all of your old nervous ticks
Repeating words three times giving out countless gifts
Sunday-school teaching and hoping it’s not just a myth
How could I soothe you when I’m not sure if there’s a God
If you’ll be rewarded for faithfully falling apart
All those who love you might like to forget you’re alive
As your conscious decomposition set a fire in our hearts
We watch our bodies fall apart
The reverend has seen this before
Heard the moans and the screams
Well he’s seen the reaching before
And he knows what it means
When uncle Paul wore the barn rope round his neck
Did you wonder if it mattered which way we went
While on our way to bury him
We drove on the sidewalks so you wouldn’t fall down
Laughing, “no curb is too high for a rental”
If karma is real, what don’t I know about you?
Were skeletons resting near dresses and old pairs of shoes?
With a husband who drank too much, so many sicknesses ravaging you
And a sadness that poisoned you long ‘fore the ides of March took you
We watch our bodies fall apart
But it’s performance art how you fall apart
With grace in your heart
You fall apart
You fall apart
You fall apart
For the grace in your heart, you fall apart
With grace, with grace in your heart
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Sophie's Wrench
08:30
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Been pacing brick paved alleyways to streetlight my pen on the page
In search of hidden messages inside my mind's dark passages
I’ve spent these waning days with Sophie stuck inside my head
Steeping mint and minting sleep on documents in bed
I woke up in a dream state with your record still playing
An open book my pillow in the corner her ghost
Pulsing to the harp she seems to have been conjured from
She tells me of the in-between and all my words to come
Love notes to the one who sang to me about Camus
Calliope’s calligraphist or Joanna as some knew
Did Sophie’s wrench come swinging through your lullabyllic tune?
The answer to the question we all want the answer to
We walk like weeping willows wading through some great divide
Sophie and Joanna in a synapse near my grandma
Where all are free to toy with me like children in the night
Jarring teeth and breathing deep and on my mind’s veranda
Was it Sophie or Jostein who brought grandma back to life?
And are tiny hairs that stand on end a dream that came to light?
Across one thousand miles of starry eyes all cast on you
You staked a claim within me did you know what it would do?
You exist in me but do I exist in you exist in me but do I exist in you exist in me but do I exist in you exist in me but do I exist in you exist in me but do I exist in you?
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With No Schedules
14:10
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With no schedules to keep
Closet skeletons hang on key rings
So let’s walk across the trees
And believe in things unreal
Our state today it seems
Is a broken down machine
Pessimistic and paralyzed and such
So let’s throw our flags and not foul it up
Check the struts pin the cowl clear the props and mind the owls
Bring a lantern bring a jug bring a scarf bring just enough
Pedal hard and pedal fast the lunar pull will never last
If we should stall just keep it straight and pray the heat will elevate
For where we’re bound we’ve left alone in favor of these great unknowns
Gliding over cliffs and hills and fields and streams and homes and dreams
Toward a sure and steady stop to all our fantasies and pop
And logic likely dying too will hum a lullaby kazoo
All the while we’re trimming treetops carving clouds and dodging raindrops
Drinking whiskey at the helm all loop-de-loops and overwhelmed
With all the things we’ve left to see while tethered to the certainty
We never will
But it’s okay to believe we’re happy in these trees
Forgetting time while wondering what’s behind the sky and leaves
For the wait ahead is a simple twinkling melody
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Lone Valentine Chicago, Illinois
Chicago native singer songwriter and member of Wild Earp and The Free For Alls.
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