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Just Once
04:30
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JUST ONCE
I walked these bridges as a child
Just once I knew desire and flight
And I sang mama I don't need no guide
'Cause I got this running rising tide
When did I sheer these baby curls?
Trade mother's arms for unstable legs?
'Cause they pound like Hades on your banks
And levitate on concrete slate
Both flowing through the same location
One of us with a destination
River, I will race you there.
Teary eyed and uniformed
Conscripted soul, but freedom born
I left my love to mind what's left
Of youth and beauty and protest
While the dreamer cries, a cynic smiles
Silence pressed in cardboard tiles
Care I if I stir to see the morn?
I've seen better days in Desert Storm
His heart to the westbound traffic cried
Just once I knew of fire and ice
And river, I will race you there
In this barbed wire fashioned corset frame
The cool restraints of modern days
A white snake red snake friction gyrates
Birds-eye views traverse the highways
And there are vagabonds in suits and ties
And there are fixtured change janglers alike
Promise ladened city slick
Give me refuge in your tortured brick
Navigate your twisted landscape
Pray that I'll be lost by daybreak
My dear forget the sweet surrenders passed here
Manifestos 'fore a life was laid to rest here
A simple corollary to the turning tide
Is not this river beautiful tonight?
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2. |
The Stillness
03:30
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THE STILLNESS
This is the view
From 4 am
The stoplights cry in colored lights to move along
To no one
Clocktowers blink
And signals burn
One last pedestrian with pedestrian concern
For no one
For no one
Bird on the wire
Chants sad soliloquy
And white noise races through the channels at his feet
To no one
To no one
To no one
If a tree falls without witness
I'm a misplaced cog
With a third wheel sickness
The tide turns
The sunrise
Indifference
It's all right
Cheap alcohol
And cheaper talk
The only moth unsated by the neon bars
I grasp at straws
This sand-shaped glass
And I am whole as I let go my other half
Drunk and deaf
Reading thoughts
Into these stochastic moving parts
To no one
To no one
To no one
If a tree falls
Without witness
I'm a misplaced cog
With a third wheel sickness
The tide turns
The sunrise
In the stillness
It's all right
Bird on the wire
Chants sure soliloquy
The more I talk the more he starts to sound like me
Forgotten breath
And a heart that skipped a beat
But how it races to the end relentlessly
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3. |
Sore Eyes
05:13
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SORE EYES
Your heels they are worn from the thorns and the fields
Your nerves they are blind to sensations they feel
Your sore eyes stare at what focus conceals
Conceals
Conceals
Conceals
Her heels they are stained from the plants that you tend
Round the border of where she would run from your head
When your heart it was heavy with restless content
Content
Content
Content
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same all that's changed is the time.
Time took you in restless, left me behind
Petals and grains were exchanged hand to hand
To foreshadow that all is just dust in the end
Where all that remains is that quiet consent
Consent
Consent
Consent
A picture hangs from your wall wrapped in potpourri blooms
Saying homes they may break and the future may loom
But my love, weren't we once just a bride and a groom?
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same all that's changed is the time.
Time took you in restless, left me behind
Still frames, so long.
Have you, daylight gone
A paler place than this?
Oh, have you daylight gone?
Stone has weathered better men
And you're beautiful layered in stones rouge and gold
But layer by layer let your sacred mask fold
Til the beauty that was meant to have and to hold, I hold
I hold
I hold
Until fate drags my hands from our deepest embrace
Until all that is left is a widower's place
Did my flowers and milk on the gods go to waste?
To waste
To waste
To waste
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same, all that's changed is the time.
You look the same all that's changed is the time.
Time took you in restless, left me behind
There was a time when the constant star always would rise
And your thin lips would quiver at every missed try
Singing, hey baby, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?
Sore eyes, sore eyes, sore eyes
Sore eyes, sore eyes, sore eyes
Sore eyes, sore eyes, sore eyes
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Relatively
05:04
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RELATIVELY
Doesn't everybody see
The night come crashing down for me?
The clouds sit stationary
And the stars revolve?
Dizzy with perspective
Lacking in directive
My soul sits stationary and my thoughts evolve
Few and far between
Subtleties and perfumed magazines
Mindfulness aside, you're just a dreamer in the garden
And the clock flows through the turning tide
Gears churn slow
Water under bridges burns so
I turn my mind
To the other end and fly
Far from this cash and carry
Brings no hope to the sick canary
Dizzy destinations fleeting
Out of mind and out of reach
Pandora's box unfurled Medusa's plot in strange confusion
My dear, your dreams and vision but an optical illusion
By the way, the world, it doesn't hang upon your words
Far from the center of the infinite
You're ordinary, relatively, girl.
So embrace your imperfections
Flattening your God-given curls
You don't appease me
I, I can't be pleased
And in the midst of all of this to me
You're temporary, relatively
Gears churn slow
Water under bridges burns so
I turn my mind
To the other end and fly
Far from this cash and carry
Brings no hope to the sick canary
Dizzy destinations fleeting
Out of mind and out of reach
I summited the city
In the throes of love and life
Airborne in the clouds before you ask
Are you afraid of heights?
Hyperbolic niceties aside
I didn't touch the sky
But I'm some years apart
An six thousand feet closer tonight
And it's all downhill from here
But in the best of ways
You struck a chord
I can't compete with, I can't replicate
I'm not complete without
Within I feel a westward gravitation
And a want to begin with
A kiss
More than a mouth on my lips
A touch
More than pressure on my fingertips
A home
More than windows and a doorframe
A heart
That bleeds for you, it bleeds by any other name
And I-
I can live with distance if we aren't so far apart
In time and space and reason
Between melancholy healing hearts
The center of a garden
Where I lay down arms to thee
Two thousand miles away and closer
Closer, indelibly
When I'm back here in the garden
Should Armageddon befall
You are in my heart always
Next to me relatively
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5. |
Shade Below
05:56
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SHADE BELOW
And the wind and the wings
And our muscles moved
Through the static truth
In the scattered flowers' home
Headstones rest like windows
Marking chapters
Hiding alabaster bones
And latent, lidded eyes
Atrophied storylines
Truncated captured sighs
I bid the hands to stop and the pulse to die
For life, life can't chase us here.
And the dark and the sheets
And our exhales synced
To the dim lit noise
And the seas of ink
Gone wasted
On what could be said in measures
This is beyond measures that I know
And hollow symphony
Whispered memory
Skin and tongue and cheek
I beg your palm in mine and unspoken pleas
Then time, time can’t waste us here
So it goes, and I know how it ends
But can’t we spin the reels to gaze at how it once began?
If life is anything like this, lay my reluctant shrine
I wouldn’t change a thing, but such a waste of space and time
And the names engraved and the resting place
And the soul bookended by two days it did never see
But remember me by them
Drowning cathedrals call
They pitch to no resolve
And watch the spirit sprawl
The lines, lines don’t phase us here
On bread and faith alone how is one content to know?
But I can see the light above me by the shade below.
If death is anything like this, be still my quaking lungs
They quicken slow for fear that they wont fill me fast enough
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6. |
Kintampo Road
03:39
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KINTAMPO ROAD
Trade your gold for my Christ
Empty chalices line
The streets where my God's supposed to be
And the methods are madness
The grapes are all wrath
And the wine was lost south of the sea
Trade the fruits of this world
For the soil of another
Water please me my inequities
'Til with our tarnished hands, friends
We'll till 'til we're dead
And our garden is finally pristine
I've been waiting for a light for a life for a dream
For a hand I can let go, my melody echoes
E cho, I've been waiting for thee
Said the mime in the glass to the faces that pass
Look at all of you hiding in screens!
All you need is a touch and a Luddite foray
And a day for to dance in the streets!
So he shouts
To the highway beneath
We're in debt we have hearts to unharden
Ain't we so much the same
In our passing car rage
Breathing diesel and spitting out carbon?
I've been waiting for a light for a life for a dream
For a hand I can let go, my melody echoes
E cho, I've been waiting for thee
Tear your books from the shelves
Drain the watering wells
Where a lonely bird weeps to the fishes
Out damned spot! Out damned spot!
Asleep my wakeful heart
My purpose and fear torched and quenched
And it's here
And I've been waiting for a light for a life for a dream
For a hand I can let go, my melody echoes
E cho, I've been waiting for thee
I've been waiting and -
Brother, sister
Oh- how the brushfires burn out Kintampo Road
How the dusty spires and the lightened load
Show me just how far I've yet to go
Brother, sister
Oh- where electric wires hang limp and low
Bringing power to the people
But the stars and the steeples-
They're all I need.
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Noble Dust Boston, Massachusetts
"Sweeping instrumentals and profound lyrics" - WBUR / NPR
Falcon Ridge Folk Festival 2023
Emerging Arist
Noble Dust creates dynamic, lyrically-driven progressive folk pop, blending ethereal vocal harmonies with intricate horn and string melodies.
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