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Cedar Box
03:49
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I can't see the sun but I still can find a light
In the sky, in the sky
In heaven any time I like and
Gazing through a hazy glass I falter
And step down
Into the grass that I know has to be
Under all this snow
Younger lives with flashing knives and
Slick black blood under my ribs can slide under
An old and dusty yet gossamer
Curtain curving certain in its movements guided by
so much heavy wind
Well every old folk song I love
Ends with heartbreak or in a cedar box
There's no abstraction or any cure and if
That's the end of all of this then I'm not sure that I want to
call myself a
Folk singer
Jumping down into a well
after running from this heavy
Panting hell of words and phrases that held my hand
To its chest and
At the bottom I realize all I could have learned
From that man
At the bottom I realize maybe I misjudged
that man and
At the bottom I realize that I want to consume
An entire galaxy
At the bottom I realize
That was no devil chasing me
At the bottom I realized that was
No devil
Maybe I'll call myself an artist or
conscious mind or devil or
a driver or revolver or
just another chump who got chased into a well
Well every old folk song I love
Ends with heartbreak or in a cedar box
There's no abstraction or any cure and if
That's the end of all of this then I'm not sure that I want to
call myself a folk singer
Well every old folk song I love
Ends with heartbreak or in a cedar box
There's no abstraction or any cure and if
That's the end of all of this then I'm not sure that I want to
call myself a folk singer
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2. |
Crow Song
03:50
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Tonight I'm watching as three hundred crows
Condense themselves into a triptych of pines
As the last of the sunlight trickles from the sky
It seems like the world has straightened its spine (x2)
In my right hand I clutch my binoculars hard
Spying as the birds flutter and roost into bed
My left hand is free but extended straight out
Trying to feel feathers on a black crow's head (x2)
Starting the long trek to warmth and a smile
That takes my mind and makes me a fool
If I were more inclined to divine me a fortune
I swear that I would see it in my scrying pool (x2)
If I were a crow I would tear up my throat
Slinging songs from my maw hoping your ears will take note
If I were a pine tree I would give your wings
A place to rest for the night on my limbs
On my limbs
I've been up all night staring at the moon
Weighty breath on my chest in the cool white light
If I were asleep I know I'd dream of just this
Sensing your pulse all through the night (x2)
In my right hand I clutch the thought of the crows
And their conversations, beautiful prose
My left hand is free but arm is secure
Tucked tightly under vertebrae rows (x3)
If I were a crow I would tear up my throat
Slinging songs from my maw hoping your ears will take note
If I were a pine tree I would give your wings
A place to rest for the night on my limbs
On my limbs
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3. |
Oh, Tear Me
03:48
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When languishing inside you'll feel the time
Physically as pressures rise
In waxy channels next to blood beside the table
Peering in and pounding out
Towering seamless no amount
Of pale mint silhouettes could ever faze me
Someone whom I've never known has passed
Last goodbye after one first glance
Hunting down these floating blues on photoreceptors
But gorgeous guile and burning bile
Slide inside as structures smile
Crumbling down and smoking through genuine gazes
Well I don't know what to expect
From lorn fueled longing I only want to
Hear the people passing
Here's to time I hope to find
And space to fill as cards divine
Calling out with catching breath
Drooping vines encircle my
Wilting arms too weak to find
The strength to reach the fruit hanging heavy
Constellated flames perch like a moth
Inside my eyes reflecting rough
Swaying lights divided across symmetric chasms
Well I don't know what to expect
From lorn fueled longing I only want to
Hear the people passing
Here's to time I hope to find
And space to fill as cards divine
Calling out with catching breath
I need a deluge (x2)
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4. |
Moose Song
03:41
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I lock horns with another moose
Antlers jutting forth like broken bottle shards
As my son looks at me in the light of the moon
I wish I could see him in the light of the stars that
Observe and conquer between respective paths
As the rain pooled on the scraggly grass
I watch my short breath steaming out through
Bursts of rage and hurting I try to stand last
A bone strikes between my own
And the pain holds me like a clenched fist
I always thought that I would kneel alone
I hide my eyes and I am thankful for the mist that
Obscures and counters the sight of myself through
His eyes so clean and legs seeking strength
My gleaming self soon will be a chamber
A chamber with the loam meeting me and luring to stay
I cannot hold my warmth anymore
Dusting the pines with soft as silk snow
Cracking the ground and loosening the land
I want to know where my boy will go
My lungs stop pulsing
My legs stop twitching
My hollow chest will not stand tall and full
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5. |
Love Song
01:26
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I stroll down to throw rocks in the ocean
Just the sand and I and the salt
That flows in on the unending motion
Of the wind rushing in from the sea
There is movement in the light
Spinning through the air of night
Swaying, trembling across the sky
A moonbeam starts to drift closer to me
I stare out across the water
At the satellite's first born daughter of the night
She is as gleaming as anyone can be
She offers me an ethereal hand
And talks with me as my toes are in the sand
And hers are in the atmosphere
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6. |
Untitled
03:40
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God’s whiskey slid down my throat last night as I learned
These high beams don’t reflect well in red blood
No shimmer or dance of light can hit my eyes
And blunt force trauma never did me any good
But these cowboys and these demons still milk me for what I have
Out on that old McLeod Peak
Chiming in sequence I know I’m just death’s boy
I'm dancing as my veins leak
Call off your feral men please I can’t take this any more
These cloudy nights are always pressuring
With the fog that pushed me down until my
Head was level with the town
The sparkling lights of Missoula
But these hellhounds and these pine trees still track me down tonight
Out on the old McLeod Peak
Filtering the moonlight I know that they can see
Through my skin already so weak
I tried to bury the hatchet but it ended up in my spine
I plummet down and find the soil again
With the fog that pushed me down until my
Head was level with the town
The sparkling lights
But these hellhounds and these pine trees still track me down tonight
Out on the old McLeod Peak
Chiming in sequence I know I’m just death’s boy
I'm dancing as my veins leak
God’s whiskey slid down my throat last night as I learned
These high beams don’t reflect well through the woods
I can only act on the compass that flows in my blood
But a blade in the back never did me any good
And blunt force trauma never did me no good
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7. |
Gnaw
02:48
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I took a bite out of
My only daughter in the freezing air leaving
Stains on skin with my sharp and sheltered little mares
I am slicing sideways through arteries to home
My jaw cuts swiftly through solid white bone
When the first warm days of spring sound off
Like daffodils opening after a drought
It's time for gazing into the sky for too long
And daydreams hazing the strong air
They seem to shout at me as I
Perch in these bloody hills
I stew along like a river stopped and tranquil
I am a tranquilized dog waiting my turn for blindness
I already killed my firstborn with unruly kindness
Like a cat who severed a weasel's head I am
Proud of every sundown that has
Lead to galloping like a looming
Tidal wave that has come to eat the land
Bloody hills these bloody hills
Hills these bloody hills
Bloody hills these bloody hills
Hills these bloody hills
I cannot stand in here in these bloody hills
I cannot stew along cannot thrash my way through all these
Bloody hills bloody hills these bloody hills
Hills these bloody hills
Bloody hills these bloody hills
hills these bloody hills
These hills are not my home
These hills they cannot be my home
I cannot make my home in these goddamn
Bloody hills bloody hills these bloody hills
Hills these bloody hills
Bloody hills these bloody hills
Oh these bloody hills
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8. |
Fish Song
04:55
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I’ve become an alley cat with my
Skin gone and knives in my hand
Sullying a field lit by reflections off of fruit flies
Twitching transmissions turning to sweat in the land
The dirt of my home seeps into my pores
Pouring poor light through the slats in the roof
The softest fur swindles all the dust from the air
And my small form can barely move
Can barely move
I spearhead a near-dead mouse under my claws
Tearing guts from neutrality, its eyes never change
I question fate as a questing snake wriggles to my side
And I let it add to my meal when it's in range
When it's in range
In white light I shudder and stare wild-eyed
Please spare me I'm just a child, I cried
But food and warmth found me before
The storms of winter could adorn me with snow (x2)
Snow
In a stalking cavalcade my graying brother
Helps me in the act of slaying a fruit fly
Before I curl in the bed with my love
I can do more with my life now than wait to die (x2)
In white light I shudder and stare wild-eyed
Please spare me I'm just a child, I cried
But food and warmth found me before
The storms of winter could adorn me with snow (x2)
Snow
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9. |
Tide
03:56
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I do not know how to decide these things
Careening through cloudy colors
I watch the ships slosh in silence
I watch the backs of my eyelids
I am bound and writhing
Mercy please
Wildly escapes my lips and runs across
The air and settles on the ears of none
The greens and blues and tinted hues all flash
Refracted by rain that falls askew in a pattern I can't see
My helm
Heading to heaven, my blemished hands
Are pressed against a gap between my vertebrae
Nobody sees the light, no footsteps pulse through the ground
The sand refuses to answer me back
I'm quivering, hunting for some sign
Some hope that I will not remain
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Jack Daw Minneapolis, Minnesota
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