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All beneath the moon will fade
The moon itself will move away
All that in this world that's bought
Now or then returns to nought
In Time
The fairest days have fatal nights
Marble floors, white (but) for graphite
The mused toil so finely wrought
gets left to spoil or seldom sough
In Time
(oh me! I both must write and love)
Blue Hydrangeas turn to grey
A child's apron worn away
When life feels short yet unendurable
A blue suddenly visible
In time
(oh me! I both must write and love)
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Close the blinds
The Sundials too in view
For a limited time
It's tragedy to you
Your mama won't be there
There's no one left there
The force and fuse
Which through petunias shoot
These perennial blues
These too must be consumed
Your daddy won't be there
There's no one left there
Under the waves
The Sharks patrol the blue
Could anyday
A tragedy ensue
Your friends won't be there
You won't even be there
I'm looking at the ground
I'm looking at the sky
I'm looking at the waves come rolling in
go rolling out
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Give the world the lie
and wish them not to reply
When eloquence trumps virtue
And the whitest lie beats the blackest truth
You've made your bed, now you must lie in it
Made up your mind, what a lie it is
Tell love that he entangles
Time time I daily waste it
Beware the dethroned outcast
Whose role mid-play gets recast
Cause at his trial when asked
Hypocrisy gets unmasked
You've made my bed, now I must lie in it
Made up my mind, what a lie it is
The Truth...
'see, this seems minor to me'
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Afternoon long gone
Your lips eschew trespass
Yet ribald, your tongue
Distill the hours you've lain
A bawd in the sheets, a bard in the day
Your legs in a standoff with time
They'll give away
Your arms in a standoff with weight
They'll give away
Fear no more the sun
For all must dust come to
when spring has been sprung
As nights hands must draw shade
The pull of your zipper's just gravities weight
Your legs in a standoff with time
They'll give away
Your arms in a standoff with weight
They'll give away
Hope not today
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Like the waves make way to shore
Each one trading place with the one before
There'll come a time when your eyes are no longer your own
Cold comfort derived as you'll finally sleep through the night on your own
Who can gift the present, how this gift confounds
Is it a crown? Is it a hole in the ground
Covered in ivy?
Our hours do hasten to their ends
And likewise all forwards do contend
There'll come a time when the jailed lion quiets his roar
Cold comfort derived
as he'll finally break through the bars of his sad home
Who can trap the present? How this earth confounds!
Is there a crown? Is there a hole in the ground
Covered in ivy?
Time be cruel, force earth abort her fruit
So sweet and green and fertile
In time of hope my song shall stand
In blessing this time despite its cruel hand
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An echo cannot act
but parry the hollow bones
To counteract the devil's trade
Purify the air with sound and singing
With a heart which keeps the beat
The finest charm in your treasure chest there
There are virtues innumerable
So sing the praise of the ones dearest to you
Just don't disregard the everyday
As Christopher Smart blessed the postman general
Bless the grey hair upon your skull
Bless the scars and lines upon your face now
Then check the water in the barometer
A rise in sympathy, a drop in hatred
Anymore,
when your heart starts ticking the clock does too
It's true
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See you dressed in summer
The wind is at your sides
I'll be your hued disciple
Your maple, birch, and pine
Hair like waves of fields of wheat and barley
Your hills and valley, wides and narrows humming
All around melody of harvest fruits of love
Take another photo of a dappled sky
I'll watch you get older, our love, your lens, my eyes
Now it's warm and all around
August orchards
If we abandoned our bodies we'd turn into a symphony
Of harvest fruits of love
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"I do not have to see in order to believe
I know the flame-tree is flowering"
Cause I believe, I'll leave it, believe it! oh oh!
Colors (Its green, grey, blue, yellow, red, orange, pink, purple...)
The lie of a green leaf
Or a warm stone of the path
that's settled alone in the present
I believe it, I'll leave it, believe it! oh oh
Colors...I do not have to see
Colors...in order to believe
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Getting lost in time
What a dusty rug am I
As I'm coughing on the knowledge I've won
With no one passing by
A seedless fruit am I
That rolled furthest from the vine
Now it seems to me my houseplants will outlive me
In this darkening room of mine
Take all the chances
Give all you've got
If only for display if that's all you've got
Life is for living
So give it a shot
It's a cliché, but that's all we are
Don't yet dry your eyes
Watch the moon and stars fly by
As the years roll on, you'll know when they've gone
Just a moon-beam by your side.
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I've sprained my beak to catch a drop
I've wrung out my tongue for my heart to mop
I've lain to long in other's beds, my needle's eye
pierced by different threads
I've slept on boards textile bare
Then spent a month's full pay on outerwear
The greens of spring, the grays of fall
The seasons from inside a shopping mall
I've followed a river to its mouth
Then got lost for words and north and south
My youth spent in the Florida sun
A cake left out in the rain, Olympia, Washington
From the Atlantic to Pacific Rim
The Black Sea to the Balticum
My heart is scored in cardinal red
My compass rose by tears watered
Pined for the love on opposite shores
Just another wave succeeded by more
Until the sea seels up its fate
And swings shut hard as an iron gate
I've seen the clouds from both sides now
From Airplanes to sailboats bow
I've lain too long in my own bed, my needle piercing its own thread.
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This album is dedicated to you. Thank you for listening.
released September 8, 2018
Guest Stars:
Nadia Buyse : Vocals on 3, 7, & 10
Molly Nilsson: Vocals on 1
Susanna Trotta: Vocals on 2
Fajr Wilson: Vocals on 8
Marek Polgesek: Vocals on 5, 9, & 10,
Thomas Herfort: Vocals on 4
Daniel Boyle: Drums on 2 & 7
Stu (MoTU): Drums on 6
Joel Alas: Saxophone on 3 & 7
Patty Chaupis: Handclaps on 2
Birthday Chorus on 11: Nadia, Fajr, Joel, Marek, Molly, Karl, Jonathon, Verena, Sean, Lisa, Chris, Kevin, Annika, Stacie, Bastian, Mari, Joe
Joe Kelly: Recorded drums in his studio on 5 & 6, thank you!
Everett Darling: Vocals, Piano, Guitars, Basses, Flutes, Whistles, Drums, Audio Samples, Percussion, Violin, Theremin, Organ, Keyboards, Accordion.
Recorded in Berlin
Mastered in Anacortes by Nicholas Wilbur
Album Art by Steffi Walk
