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Least but not Last
03:59
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Every day becomes the same
A walk down the darkened hallway
Falling leaves, the limbs are bare
A cape round the garden walkway
Chain fence a mirrored fort
Guardian of tennis courts
The garden globe reflects the sun
Take the kite roll down the hill
The boy with the nunchucks flailing
Branches sighing in the breeze
The wind of the south exhaling
Splintered on wicker chairs
Paperbacks and calendars
You blushed about our uncle’s laugh
Crooked memory
Is true but not for me
And I could still believe
If I could see and hold
Thru the looking glass
Tricked by a folded past
The least but not the last
Covered in light and gold
Cinder blocks and old garages
Attics and stairs and basements
Overlaid the books I read
On the places we stood in my head
Jump cross the path of stone
Never lonely but alone
I peered down from the maple tree
Thru the looking glass
Tricked by a folded past
The least but not the last
Covered in light and gold
How the years have gone
Fading into stone
The planters by the stairs
Broken still
Round the block again
The looming halls are bent
To cloud my memory,
had I been there at all
Crooked memory
Is true but not for me
And I could still believe
If I could see and hold
Thru the looking glass
Tricked by a folded past
The least but not the last
Covered in light and gold
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2. |
Headfirst in Ivy
03:37
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Out through the bay window, headfirst in ivy
Moonlit escape from a world left behind me
Woken from boredom, the stillness of life
To visions untethered and endless
Scaled up the oak tree to survey the city
Blocks from my shortened breath, miles from your pity
Your wings were lost when you circled the sun
My wings were left by the window
Out of the city away from lights and the sound
Into the unknown, the stars to the treetops a crown
Tripped down embankments and parking lot valleys
Walking in shadows thru driveways and alleys
Charcoal and kerosene fresh in the air
The clothes on the laundry lines waving
Pitched up in bluffs by the edge of the water
Further and further from farther and farther
Onward the cliffs and the meadows await
The joy and the endlessness: freedom
Out of the city away from lights and the sound
Into the unknown the stars to the treetops a crown
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3. |
The Middle Step
03:10
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Useless. My hand in a cast
Stared up at the ceiling, as the shadows passed
I watched the pages burn but had no words
The first words were always my last
I was a meaningless jab
Cut in to stop you from feeling glad
What a stupid thing to be out of everything
A loathsome and terrible lad
Over rivers and thru tangled woods
To the home by the halos and pines
Broken down by the crack on the mirror
The drop of blood on the line
I was the fly on the wall
Plundered the bookshelf to read them all
I sat for hours on end on the middle step
Waiting for someone to call
Trapped in a snare of my own
You ran the race while I stayed at home
Crushed down in an ugly chair, in the dark and bare
Four walls to keep me alone
Over rivers and thru tangled woods
To the home by the halos and pines
Broken window the crack on the mirror
But each clock still rings on time
Useless. My hand in a cast
Stared up at the ceiling, as the shadows passed
I watched the pages burn but had no words
The first words were always my last
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4. |
Dumpster Fire
04:07
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These are the strings that held me up but kept me in my place
Walked down the halls and thru the parking lot to be erased
Had i ignored the words, I could lift my hands up to the sky
Cloaked in the stars and full of hope
This was a notebook full of stupid thoughts from a broken pen
Tearing the pages out, erase the past begin again
Head in a thundercloud, so obnoxiously oblivious
Head full of thoughts and thoughtless still
Into the dumpster fire, into the great revise
Each leaf a memory, replaced in history
I had forgotten more than I could ever recreate
Held by the fear of death, but crushed by life’s unnerving weight
I lived a thousand lives in the shadow of your crooked lines
Cover to cover marble bound
Into the dumpster fire, into the great revise
Each leaf a memory, replaced in history
Hold to the times and dates, between the lines and rates
Mine was a heart and soul, a mirror and stranger
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5. |
Up the Wrong Tree
01:52
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Every day becomes the same as the last
Pushed through the fog and I kicked at the past
I mopped the floors and I turned out the lights
I knew your name but you never knew mine
This is the camera, the film holds the thoughts
This is the door but the key has been lost
Climbed out the window and into the night
I knew your names but you never knew mine
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Remember Always
02:52
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My face in a comic book for eleven years
Dear friends, oblivion and hidden tears
Cold blistering air outside, the still within
Repeating words over and o’er again
To be in the present and not in the past
To remember always
I sat with broken hand beside her
In silence praying to remember
Each leaf the warmth of the sun, the path behind
Eyes closed I held the picture in my mind
To be in the present and not in the past
To remember always
Every day becomes the same, a distant sound
Each and every passing year a darkened shroud
But now is now I’ll hold it tight, I’ll keep it close
I will not let it fall down to shadows
My eyes are open i am wide awake
I won’t forget again the same mistake
But live in the present and not in the past
I’ll remember always
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Once we lived between the halos and the vaulted pines
Sleeping soundly where the sun helped the ivy climb
Here we saw the footprints walk off between the rocks but I recall
The place we called our home
Once we lived between the halos and the vaulted pines
How I rested in a cloud above the haze of smoke and fire
Here we heard the footsteps say their last goodbye
But I recall the place I called my home
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Threadbare
03:55
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From the root to the bough
We adorned the maple crown
All the books in the shelf
Made us homesick
Watching the squirrels in the tree
There I wrote a song to sing
But I don’t know how it goes anymore
Put my letter in the mail
Echoing the nightingale
I, “too happy in my happiness”
Out the door and through the town
Threadbare rug of red and brown
I had walked to the church for the service
Some of the things that you said
Hung around inside my head
But I can’t hear any words anymore
Put my letter in the mail
Echoing the nightingale
I, “too happy in my happiness”
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9. |
Said and Done
04:22
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Starlit dream, a mystery
The sun behind the clouds is free
To sigh and weep at tree and hedge
The shadows by rivers edge
That hold the city streets
Vacant eyes and drudgery
To rise to eat to work to sleep
Behind the flags and laundry lines
The shining coasts just out of sight
For all is said and done
Rubies gold and diamond bright
The angels cry again
Now the cage is wired shut
The grids the lines the curbs are cut
We rest our backs and fold our hands
To labor a forgotten land
And sharpen up the axe
See the fires that dot the land?
The trees plucked out of rightful stands
The mill, the wire, the rope, the ring
The angels laugh the cherubs sing
For all is said and done
Rubies gold and diamond bright
The angels cry again
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Forgotten but not Gone
03:45
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Broke my nose again, in the sloping of the drive
The first time hurt the worst, the second hurt my pride
How are we shaped by trees, falling in falling leaves
The air, the wind, the earth, the mud, contains us
Here I lost my thoughts, a blackbird on the ground
Watching from my perch, and lighting down to land
Out by the ditch I spied, we both returned alive
The air, the wind, the trees, the storm, remade us
Thru open windows
I could be the black bird
I will remember this day
Boy inside a box, and the bird that fell instead
The second hurt in ways, but the first one hurt my head
You know truly I wanted to be like you
The air, the wind, the trees against the sky, blue
Thru open windows
I could be the black bird
I will remember this day
Thru open windows
I could be the black bird
I will remember
How we were delivered
Thru golden leaves
We watched the street
Forgotten but not gone
Thru open windows
I could be the black bird
I will remember this day
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Mayor of Donutville Detroit, Michigan
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