Train (a song sketch)

Here it is – the first thing I’ve recorded in its entirety in a few months. I used Evernote, which I use for song sketching, and has terrible sounding audio. It sounds gritty and old-timey, which just might work for a song about a train. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

June

So here it is June Midyear came at midnight when no one was watching I’m marking seasons by swapping windows for screens Airing out the bedrooms of children who are starting to sweat  Nursing rake blisters in the shade of the tree that killed my lawn   I rake debris from past seasons Rake and …

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In conclusion

Walking the back alleys along the river valley edge   I find I’m always drawn toward the flaking fence paint   the muted dusty blue of bygone skies across a garage door while the grey-rot white disappears into the oblivion of time   It is only after noticing the pull of decay that I realize …

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Brother

Missing after a frantic week I cannot find my passport This city won’t be letting go of me after all My brother says he feels betrayed That I would trade my sonic boom parks for his vast wilderness   Summer after summer he perches in towers watching for fires in the hinterland   Setting his …

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When We Talk About Love

“What do we talk about when we talk about love”?  Well there’s a good quesion but I may know a better one Why do we talk about love at all?    Why do we look in the mirror when we already know what we will see drawn to every magnetic flaw we return to speak …

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Life raft

I want to be the guy who pulls things off that should not work anymore poems that rhyme and stories with endings maybe even happy endings  sometimes   I want to melt butter in a saucepan Not margarine. Not microwave.  I want bow ties that untie and good table manners   I want awkward hellos …

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The Last Metaphor

If animals were the first metaphor   What will be last?  How is our trajectory so different from our past?    Will there be any wisdom when we’ve rid the earth   of owls? Will there be any courage left when lions cease to prowl?   When elephants are long forgotten, lost as hillside sheep …

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Brings Me Flowers

You say that God is love and of course you are right but don’t assume that to mean God is only love as if I were only fear as if I were only doubt as if I were only kind or only cruel   I am all of these at once and none of these …

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