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LP Release Date: April 24, 2007
CD Release Date: TBA
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Lyrics:
Animal Kingdom
Spider legs, cicada wings, and pulsing wet worms
Fingernails and petrified leaves’ veins
Cull the settled, well-spent parts
Tape the box to slow further decay
We’ll build the stairs and then the walls - a system beating
Detritus will prevail to future days
When all the bricks are blown apart
I’ll shelter you in secret strong remains
The Beginning
Bright lines in color
Typeface to weather the wear
A slight, fine, decided air resolving to
I’ll follow through with what I said
I’ll follow through with what I said in the beginning
Spine bent and tingling
Broad strokes that grind to the page
With stark white and lines full black revolving through
I’ll follow through with what I said
I’ll follow through with what I said in
the beginning
The Hour Has Come
First light – flip the switch to the bare stripped wires
Rolled tight – stitch by stitch – until the cord unwinds
Though the timing was confined to careful oversight
I did design this fascination all for you
First light – watch the air
While the wires reply
Smooth lines, fanning out, glow in still abeyance
A slow go – one last count – the blistered sun arrives
Hold at forty-five degrees – proof of selfless strife
I did design this calculation of the sum
A small stage for steady hands
And the hour has come
Branches of Branches of Branches
The census logs the beating hearts – blood flow per square mile
Amend the Grand Digestion Schemes accordingly
We prepare resplendent feasts of salt and soap and wire
Accept it stands and must suffice until
We isolate the One true One
Shuddered halls convey the steps – descend the underground
Samples drawn from God’s Own Code and multiplied
Our bodies rest with speckled screens and learn to fertilize
Consult the autumn almanac until
We isolate the One true One
When fibrous roots have burst the pipes and pavement’s fissured out
All restored to patient balance – instantly
When vines and leaves and trunks explode to feed us all again
We’ll eat the pulse of branches of branches of branches
Isolate the One true One
An Argument to Stand On
And I’m so sure of myself
I’m uncompromising
Without fear
Without a chance
Without an argument to stand on
I have wisdom – I’ve got grace
And my scent will never leave from this unholy place
Will I ever change my ways?
Will I ever see beyond what I can touch or taste?
Blessed be the mess that we should all confess
While my prayers for peace are littered with profanity
Opposable Thumb
When we go, the parade route is slow
Ring the drum patterns out at the top of our lungs
In tow, cut the autumn trees low
Shake the branches for sound as the anthem is sung
All hail the summer disciple
Float until we’re breathing
Be still, then march strait through the hill
With a rhythm as old as the taste of our tongues
Until, lying sated and filled
We decide to bestow all we have to our young
Prostrate to winter’s advancing
Lo, I will be with you
An honest mistake – they assumed we were friendly, you see
They brought bread to break and assumed the demeanor of
Every other finger I oppose
Scatterbirds
Full of tiny holes – full of tiny little lights
Pull the railing close – stand to near full size
And open both eyes
Breathe in simple steps – grow accustomed to the sounds
Know the withered air – know the winding, curling ground
Feel before you touch – know that we will all be found
And we’re all bound
Away
The resolution stands – we have voted to believe
With a show of hands and a sweat-soaked, rolled-up sleeve
I will draw the map through the bulging, bending heat
While you repeat
Away
Our Orchard on Poisoned Ground
It starts in the knees – the circuit bound at the beginning
The force to the brain is so profound
Erased and gone
With simply a see and some small years of careful bending
The cells from the feet will build the legs, the arms, the hands
Welcome all bruised reeds to waver here
With the ash and wicks and wax
Welcome all garden weeds with voices clear as the siren standing on our backs
It blows through the trees – a bleach white sound
Sustained and singing
It blows in our ears!!!
Then down fetid streams and smooth dead roads
We hear it wending
The Message becomes
The Message does
And will
And was
Welcome all bruised reeds to waver here
With the ash and wicks and wax
Welcome all garden weeds with voices clear as the siren standing on our backs
Lesser Fates
Over everything
It’s still
Cicadas buzz
The rain has had its fill
In your gracious hand
The weight
The weather vein
In place of lesser fates
Sing Your Peace
Stand on the 3rd step behind the house
Turn 10 degrees to the right
Start at the top of the old hackberry
Compass the sky there
Above winter midnight and half the moon
Find the polestar at its height
Fan 55 lines in equal measure
Draw with 1 eye closed
A circle that spans from horizon points
And 34 circles within
With all those concentric and equidistant
Count the compartments
The lines through the spheres
Then divide by the number of stars in the . . . stars in the . . .
No home to go to.
No safe place.
Sing your Peace.
It’s not the same.
Close the door behind you.
Seal it.
Safely Gone
Once in a while
Free
Safely gone
You’re unhindered from the trappings of this town
Said yourself
You would never come...back
Reviews:
Stylus Magazine, August 2007
by Todd BurnsPitchfork Media, July 30, 2007 by Jason Crock
7.1 out of 10
Erasing Clouds, July 2007 by Dave Heaton