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83
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we hiked the falls
consumed in awe
August of '83
the hemlocks high
laurels lie beneath their canopy
what is the meaning of numbers
Tuesdays are your worst
I dreamed of you in white woven linen
and wide open beautiful spaces
the kind for which there's no replacing
sprawling falls on split rocks that quiver
our vested love
countless days...the twelfth of May...and all we knew
turning tires...turnstiles...no path to choose
the ones that he called babies
the littlest of them all
one who'd keep the blackest sheep
save the harm
we hiked the falls
exhumed with awe
August of '93
an eddy of patchouli hovers next to me
in wide open beautiful spaces
and you I know there's no replacing
nestled in the ivy so weathered
the angels...my vanquished love
count the days...the twelfth of May...and all we knew
turnstiles...turning backs...those leaden shoes
the ones that he called babies
the biggest of them all
in meadows deep the blackest sheep...long to belong
83...83...I flock to you
the sunny side of a leaden sky
it shines right through
the one that he called baby
the littlest of them all
one must keep the blackest sheep
save the harm
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Calling Kerry
05:11
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in the beginning again whether with or without
the closeness and the shortness of your aim
where what is within was there to begin
with clouds and clutter...stumbling
the dream deferral...it's all in my mind
what seems eternal and so hard to find
the leaves and ashes and scars and scares
put on your face to wear
when we started out for the sun in all that rain
with all kinds of danger and all kinds of dare
for every ounce of glory and glitter
some luggage to carry...much less bitter
I'm beginning again and I'm with and without
a material mirage which has no name
for the freedom of radical imitation
never did or will embrace our situation
and all this talk about leaving and staying
and just that thought...I'm not stuck...I'm staying
you listen or not...there's a giant void
smashed out windows and closing doors
they are calling...calling Kerry
they are calling...calling Kerry
they are calling...calling Kerry
they are calling
hear me...I'm calling...calling Kerry
yes I'm calling
hear me...I'm calling...calling Kerry
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How Why & When
03:33
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started out for tomorrow
limp in the lap of today
could have settled for this
but you'd much rather go that way
somethings seem like nothing when you can't tame
a world of wax amenities...they sink away
into your how why & when
into your how why & when
stayed outside tonight
stay outside today
they told me what you sold me
a bundle of bricks and clay
just don't try to mold me
when you'd much rather give it away
no...don't you try to hold it let it slip and say
the table's set for me
in your how why & when
in your how why & when
in your how & when
in your how why & when
well maybe...the first mistake
self denial can't erase
or maybe...what seconds steal
was dragged onto a landscape
to resurrect what little you feel
with nothing there to confiscate
so why ask why
when how you feel...is you cannot deal
with the traces
the faces of love
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The Last Party
04:34
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an instant reminder
separate the finer
conjure up a history
that is only time
prior to the podium
one of a way
nothing but the truth
we'll do just fine
the bluebirds alighted upon the tinsel tree
your mailbox was empty
you painted it gold leaf
silver bows deflected
what made the nighttime shine
your apparition
for the very last time
it was the last party
it would be the very last time
I saw you so happy
I saw you fly
an instant reminder
separate the finer
summarize a history
that was your time
an exhibition of your painted past
reticence doesn't...doesn't always last
reticence doesn't...doesn't always last
it was the last party
(once...you live like this)
it would be the very last time
(once...you loved)
I saw you so happy
(once...you lived like this)
I saw you fly
(once...you love)
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5. |
Family Function
03:48
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my son came out today
whipped me right into shape
what some depict dysfunctional
buckets full of shade
but I know that's not true
I ride the same bus too
what I perceive as natural as sky
the sun and moon
I dream all us as one
like rainbows from the sun
I can't let hate bestow my fate
my sausage curls undone
for the family function
the family function
it's a family function
how boring just one mold
so squares and circles fold
triangles are nothing new
let them fuss and feud
this bus was built to ride
and will till the end of time
so why disgrace what you can't erase
the colors pink and gray and lime
it's a...it's a...it's a...it's a family function
a family function
we're a family function
make the family function
it's a family function
we're a family function
so make the family function
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6. |
Always
04:53
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it was almost ten now
what is almost
just one minute more
when the minutes pass
pass me right over
into a threshold...I implore
in the immediate of this morning
back talk of bitter bits to swallow
see the cracks in the perfect
I see cracks in the pavement I found
and they're dragging those young dreams down
so sooner or later doesn't apply at all
in the giving and taking knowing no timing at all
always the wonder and the why keeping us here
always and somedays
when the bluest sky is not that clear
sitting inside of ten now
packed it up in a hurry
wallowing a way to where
I just don't know
'cause we pressed on the same step
tracks and trails in a scurry
everywhere going nowhere
and nothing to show
but the immediate
and the middle of morning
I melt to the touch of a broken crutch
and I deal with the blow
for when nothing is certain
when nothing is sure
what matters so much is where your heart is
you touch this...it's your only home
so sooner or later doesn't apply at all
in the giving and taking
the time you're forsaking
always the wonder and the why keeping us here
always and somedays
when the bluest sky is not that clear
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Easel
04:24
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absorbingly temporary
captured in some prose
the tarnished tongue of one so young
who never will be old
tenure of the forged
facsimile for taste
reflecting all this friction
subsequent addiction
you're not looking...through the glass
you just stare...at the glass
forgot how to breathe again
you were nowhere around
the striking out events
that set me off my feet
put me on the streets again
so march the massing numbers
the memory will reign
once a mere memorial
the multitude of names
you're not looking...through the glass
you just stare...at the glass
forgot how to breathe again
you're not looking...through the glass
you just stare...at the glass
forgot how to breathe again
you're not looking
you just stare
I'll never never lose your name
you're not looking...through the glass
you're just staring...at the glass
my memory will always reign
no...I'll never stop looking
no...I'll never stop staring
no...I'll never ever never lose that pain
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East Mall Daze
00:45
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Arnold Avenue
04:00
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sleepless
the hollow pillow
burning dusk into dawn
the existential plot of craving
soaking in the sun
here I met Wendy
seemingly unsatisfied
the daze of Detroit far past her
dredged within those eyes
wading the warmest waters
table tops and tides
lurking with such buoyancy
in spite of all you find
the color of coral drowned her
parting fingers...friends and foe
a dusty humid smile
resilient in its tow
facade of concerted discerning
I ponder why you stay
on this highway number zero
wicked are its ways
the seawall meets these sandals
like strangers greet your sighs
distorting every signal
you keep this all in stride
lagoon of mirrors haunting
speaking showers of the sky
pools of lifeless longing
those things that swept you by
wading the warmest waters
over table tops and tides
lurking with such poignancy
despite the failed design
you're the crescent of these corners
peaking below and behind
situated...the center of bargain
a bargain so unkind
'til the crashing down on coral
we dusted a million times
the end of Arnold Avenue
didn't you seek and never find
and never find
and never find
and never find
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Pardon
03:50
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pumping up for the playground
it all seems true
illusionary
missionary
which one are you
was it so that I concluded
secluded
so it was that I've never really known
the meaning or the making of this forever
this time out could have never really grown
pumping up for the playground
that world is new
one for the tolls and the times too many
and this tears at you
was it so that I excluded
and viewed it
so it was just a piece in a pile
try define whole
for some balance
the ever constant losing control
my heart is hardened
there is no pardon scarring that soul
and those things we'd like to be
they are the things we cannot seem
but I still would like to sow
evermore in a garden
but you won't give that pardon
needed in that soul
and those things we'd like to be
they are the things we cannot seem
but I still would like to sow
evermore in a garden
but you won't give that pardon
seeded in that soul
evermore in a garden
but you won't give that pardon
feel it in that soul
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11. |
Wildflower
04:08
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comfort of creation
lying on the lap of God
strewn out like a carpet
contented in the raw
abiding by persistence
perfection in a pan
uprooting after planting
absent the tools in hand
the latest bloomer
in such an early disguise
and when no sooner
tears fall from on high
wayward west I found you
I sensed your presence here
combing cliffs in the finest drome
I've chased you all these years
in the chasm of your footprints
grave as a mourning dove
charading my existence
undermining love
the subtle cessation
every thought to the brave
buried beneath what you are
and what you pledge to change
the latest bloomer
in such an early disguise
nothing comes much sooner
as the tears pour from your eyes
you're a wildflower
the wild
you're a wildflower
the wild
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12. |
Pagoda
06:08
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up the hill from Portugal
not the country
the street
propped amongst these pathways
a lone magnolia leans
arms wide open
littering the ground
the petals
once blossoms
assemble in a mound
so long in your abandon
so long your roots must reach
the plea for restoration
commencing at your feet
it wasn't wasted motion
you are strikingly alive
there is no misplacement
transcend the times
light upon a beacon
you were always reaching
the nighttime
the lifetimes
they waltzed on by
to the pulse of pagoda
the beat of pagoda
the feeling
I know you
and I feel alright
the places you go back to
the swelling of a creek
you could dive right into
what never seemed that deep
it wasn't wasted motion
it wasn't wasted time
just like this pagoda
I see you all the time
a lone magnolia
like the one in your backyard
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Christopher Wilson Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
American indie musician. Socially conscious alternative rock, pop, and folk.
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