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Sailor John
03:45
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She left him in the night
Stranded him on the foggy shore
Lost in the evermore
Oh, poor Sailor John
He slipped through the crack of dawn
Upon a midnight ship
Time cracks its demon’s whip
On, poor Sailor John
He grasped at its glow
He drowned in its hope
The sunset, a cruel joke
He’s crashing with the waves
Too brave to save himself
Too far to cry for help
Oh, poor Sailor John
He thought he heard her voice
The deck cracked and tore apart
Water filled his broken heart
Oh, poor Sailor John
He grasped at its glow
He drowned in its hope
The sunset, a cruel joke
His soul has run ashore
Between a pair of docks
Charon's ferry rarely stops
Not for Sailor John
His brain is filled with brine
Heart logged with brackish sea
Sirens sing sweet melodies
For poor Sailor John:
Here lies Sailor John
He’s ebbing with the tide
Lost at sea for years, maybe more
Bereft of his fair bride
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2. |
The Valley
02:37
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Get about
You catch your breath; your head is in the clouds
Try to figure out
How to get the boys to talk about you now
How long can you live in the valley?
How long can you stand the cold?
The broken mannequin of your image
The bad wax figure of your soul
Taken out
Your faulty heart, an organ in a ghost town
Breaking down
How to get the stains from your evening gown
How long can you live in the valley?
How long can you stand the cold?
The broken mannequin of your image
The bad wax figure of your soul
Your back to the beat,
You’re out on the street
Locked out of the scene
You’re flabby Chablis
More shabby than chic
A rag magazine
Your smile’s too sweet
A cat you can’t see
A strange yellow green
And the record machine
Keeps spinning
And spinning
Cast about
Your cry is just a shallow vowel sound
Hollowed out
Your name is just another common noun
How long can you live in the valley?
How long can you stand the cold?
The broken mannequin of your image
The bad wax figure of your soul
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3. |
The Piano Lesson
04:06
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Severe, her chair
Teacher, not there
A frameless ghost of undone paint
The scratches, scrapes, the light of day
So soft her curves
Gold and absurd
The candle melts to keep the time
The metronome is dead, is blind
Hey, vexed boy
Try to study
Feel the pull
You would rather
Be out, out on the green
Spare geometry
What do you see?
As the kids begin to draw
The tourists take their cameras out
Those savages
The flash is cold
The average feelings go untold
The kids speak more than you could know
Hey, vexed boy
Try to study
Feel the pull
You would rather
Be out, out on the green
A faded gray pervades
And fills the familiar space
A pink Pleyel and crackled
Green for the light of day
A blue swept with coral, too
The wrought iron lines
Shadows in his eyes
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4. |
Falling Snow
02:58
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Will she return?
Is she gone forever?
Frost on the tree
Snow-bent frozen branches
Which ring is real?
Which is just the image?
Think you can feel?
Thank her when you’re finished
A fountain overflows
A garden goes unweeded
I miss her touch
All I ever needed
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dzuls Claremont, California
If you crane your neck just right—if darkness lifts the diamond kite—if bears decamp and the spider spins—you just might hear dzuls in the desert wind at night.
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