1. |
always greener
03:25
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autumn rise
but winter fall
blue-white blankets over all
and all along that
green grass grows
spinnin' and a-spendin'
never to say,
"here we're sown,
and here we'll stay,
misted in the droplets
of the sprinkler's spray"
severe is ice,
and hostile, wind
starkly unfit to survive in
you think you have money?
well, you better be sure
people are drifting
from door to door
and birds are left
to forage
the herald's horn
froze to her lips
soon all ears ring
with notes she splits
and now you know
the spring will come
rain's gonna fall
and roll roll roll!
warmth is born
of the frosty soil
and the greenest
grass to grow
so they say
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2. |
sold for wind
02:08
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3. |
saturday
02:00
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plants do grow
in crooked rows
and the streetlight
call them all in line, love
streetlight call them
all in line
sweetly swift
and floating sky
clouds do roll
on summer's sigh, love
clouds, the rippled fabric, sigh
i've got some time
oh don't you say
what you will, now
oh don't you say
i am loose
and made of glass
a rippled place
for light to pass, love
rippled station of the last
whip-poor-will's cry
sunset red
is all we got
apple branches
leaves, and trunk
listen up, now
8 o'clock
and where's
the time went?
the concrete steps
of a monument
concrete steppin'
of my soul, sent
spinning
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4. |
lo swing
01:20
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5. |
pop's groove
02:06
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well, pops
well, pops
well
well, pops
well, pops
well well well well well well
pops
well, pops
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6. |
allometry
01:30
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big birds
lay
big eggs
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7. |
muse
03:51
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you say there's something
that needs finding
out there in that rugged world
so you'll go,
but you'll be back someday
oh, yes, this i say
raindrops fall from
a big, grey sky
rhododendron blossoms
pink in hue
i smile at you,
there's nothing i can do
so i say, "see your
travels through"
and i know
you will find it
in the end
maybe not tomorrow
but who knows, it could depend
on where you are
and whom you call
your friend
i'm aimless, obsessive
without you
old folks feeding pigeons
at the park
count the hairs
upon my head
i don't know where you are
and any place i dream
is much too far
and i know
you will find it
in the end
maybe not tomorrow
but who knows, it could depend
on where you are
and whom you call
your friends
when i go out at night
streetlights line a blanket
of orange light
and i sleep much better
when you're by my side
but otherwise
i will do just fine
and i know
you will find it
in the end
maybe not tomorrow
but who knows, it could depend
on where you are
and whom you call
your friends
sit out
on my old, red
rocking chair
smoking my pipe, here
in the dark
smell the midnight roses
and suddenly, there you are
and
when i die
they're gonna throw
our constellation
they're gonna throw
our stars
into the sky
and after all,
you found it in the end
a testament of wanderings
written by a pen
and now you call that
whole wide world
your friend
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8. |
hop skip junket
02:19
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9. |
constituent rock
03:34
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i don't care
for their politics
it isn't what
i'd choose
it's just that
all their policies
are riddled-up
like rules
i'd not sell
mine to media
to make some
sparkly show
no, i would give
my politics
some soil on
which to grow
and what i'd like
from senators
is stars
and some night air
i often have
a feeling that
they do not
even care
and what i'd like
from presidents
is forests
thick and wild
however,
it's more likely
i'll be treated
like a child
but
maybe that's better
than being treated
like a rock: inanimate
a brick: commonplace
a stump: useless
a fencepost: target for manipulation
some dirt: below them
a pair of gloves: to be cast aside
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Simon Piler Alaska
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Simon Piler and The Atom Band
PO Box 147
Cantwell AK
99729
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