1. |
Red Cloud
05:08
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RED CLOUD
I heard tell of songs of desire
to be wrapped up in blankets and danced around
Give way to the animal pull
the scratch of something wolven
and the wool around my neck
How the stag of seven fights
with shining silver wreckles
was dancing on the cusp
I feel the heat of flames
on my open palms
rising from the crack in the grass
High above red cloud covers the sky,
but the light gets in the way of it
What fight is in the man
with no fight to win
what gamble have I to give
The kin of idle craw
so thankful shame is not a deadly sin
How the stag of seven fights
with shining silver wreckles
was dancing on the cusp
Rolling Black Thunder
or Red Cloud hanging over
Hole up for the winter
for the ever-ending summer
I am the stubborn burr
I am the groundswell of bowing aster waves
I am the flaming fire of a pallet fire
I am an eclipse darkening
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2. |
Saint's Chain
06:44
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SAINT’S CHAIN
When I was just a kid
I believed I wouldn't break
for I could bear the weight
& wade into the lake
little ripples arc out
from my heaving chest
The strength up in my fist
outweighed the frailness
of a weak and sullen breast
I found a place to match
the lone thought
& the ice around my bones
Hold me like a kid
laid in back seats
and tucked me in
It's a long drive
It's a whole life of spinning
scenery through windows
I could hardly breathe
under the warmth
from the blanket heat
I would lay awake from troubled dreams
staring up at the rafters
where my saint's chain hangs
If I could reflect the fires
heat eminating out
from a frozen beach
Sing a song for the red -wood
& the surrounding town
like every other soul, alone
A Holy one
where a place for my voice
can nestle in
Keep in mind we weren't a lost cause
to be watched and guardianed on
or so I thought
What a well it was
and breathless need
I was running down the hill
in bare feet
then felt the rush of the river course
& pour over me
Hold tight to the rail
& hang tight to the link of the saint's chain
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3. |
Low Everlasting
04:47
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LOW EVERLASTING
To be born with the thorn of the flesh
to a nature of degenerate life
to unknow the warmth of progeny touch
against ironed hair and whitening balms
To be a falling sparrow
so for I to dive for that reverent life
you be the lover, and I'll be the runner
that I know how to run
It's like we cast lots
the way we cross our wild hearts
We are the last of a hundred years
Because God is love
so to sing that joyful noise
& count it all joy, alone
To be born with a thorn of the flesh
to want gold out of thistle
They want The Biggest Lie
but I prefer Green Eyes
Place hands upon my chest
No thorn on the low everlasting stem
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4. |
Plover's Dream
03:47
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PLOVER’S DREAM
My friend said take a fire and run with it
and so I did.
The TV dared me to beat the train,
and so I did
The plover might get this far
before it gets to cold
Buttoned up to the throat
I'm walking home
I remembered to write a death poem
for the day
It said:
He who waves banners
is like the slow lap of Sylvan lake waves
One of us was born with a temper
I'll let you guess which one
Fuck you and your diamond smile
I'm walking home
Lay down your head
dream of dirt bikes & stars overhead
Close your sunken eyes
dream of poems & stars overhead
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5. |
New Country
03:29
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NEW COUNTRY
I'm certain time runs its own path
Under the madness of satellite crashes
Where the country’s made new under your feet
Where the living earth & frozen ground heaves
I would be no prisoner
I would toss no coin
Where Terry lay down on the Trans Can road
Where the charging deer jostles in throes
Today I will uphold you with my prayers
Tomorrow, I'll commit some righteous crime
The earth cries for water
& the mountains beg peace for the people
The topsoil blows to the wind
& the country’s made new under your feet
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6. |
Goosefoot
04:36
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GOOSEFOOT
The boys pad through the goosefoot
the smell of sweet cress on your hands
break the stem from running
on the summits of grasses careen
kick the seedling to the air
Sharp toothed wonder
deep in anger rage
dance in the clear wind
All this mild aggression
may it never end
Fear the sting of burning sage
& smoke of bitter barks,
come whistling "nothing more under the sun"
Sharp toothed wonder
deep in anger rage
lift with youth & speed
The earth is a provider
for nettles in the winds
& grass stains on your knees
A little wisp that waves against them
the seed of wing & stone
And underneath a singing vesper
becomes so hard to hold
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7. |
Lethal White Horse
04:32
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LETHAL WHITE HORSE
The lights from city towers
an arrow aimed o'er the waters
reflecting sparkling shadows
of the landscape of waste
Who waves out the windows
who stacks drift from the shore
Who, when we sleep, will carry us
We'd hold out for ceasefires
we'd wear diamonds in the woods
if we believed these pastures of plenty were still free
Count all the blessings
I've got plans to see the ocean
I've got plans to sing about love someday
past the horizon beyond the horizon
past where the border is supposed to be
Roll the fiery papers
to cliffs, head smashed-in
raise weight against my brawn
We'd heal every calloused hand
we'd drink from pure river
if we believed these pastures of plenty were still free
past the horizon beyond the horizon
past where the border is supposed to be
So the ride of a lethal white horse
shout brave words to my back
The death I'm racing won't ever quell my temper
so pray me a prayer that I don't falter
Is it blissful to know the time?
Was it glorious to run down the day?
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8. |
Name That Names Itself
03:19
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I am the kneeling flowereater
You are the bright heat of a star looking on my face
You are a light of divergent lines
I am the song, sang from a place of quaking anger
You are the prayer that never ends
I am the kaddish that's whispered in the quiet hour
I am the scent of scattering ash
You are the wrist grasped tight in the unbroken circle
I am the child of awing
born with weak eyes
You are the thing built of tougher stuff
I walk under your wing, but I am unprepared
You are the name that names itself
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9. |
Lightning Chaser
05:16
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LIGHTNING CHASER
You fight me, fight me on the hill
lift my shirt so you can strike me in the tummy
My fear is not greater than my gall
I got five pennies, and white knuckles on the pew
I choose the memory of fire over the scent of flowers
I want that acolytal beckon
Stagger me, lightning chaser
stark view & falling hammer
Dear one, I've got a pocket of forgiveness
where there was little before
my ear turned to cotton where
I brimmed full of fight, again & again
I've shot more guns than these rapper kids claim
I'm on fire with the electricity of holy water
stagger me, lightning chaser
stark view & renegade ease
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