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Chasing the Sun
05:46
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Look across the clouded landscape
You'll see beyond the wing
A sunrise soon to come for lovers
Reflection of a ring
Fervent plumage pressing onward
Our orbit not undone
The pinion slowly stains in auburn
As we ride to chase the sun
So we ride on, ride on
Never turn us away
A flash of a ribbon forever unwinds
And toe-tipped and trailing we'll stay
So just climb on and shine on
At daybreak the two made one
Engulfed in effulgence as if there were three
We'll glisten as we chase the sun
I'll be your beginning as I've been your end
No time too short to tell
The rope on your wrist finds me waking my arms
My yawning eye as well
So climb aboard and dig your claws in deeply
Upon us trust bestow
The world bends in assumed position
Because I will it so
So ride on, ride on
The sky will acquiesce
And round your lover once again
Your celestial form find egress
So climb on and shine on
And sing my song of love
The whirlwinds and eddies will twist to our will
Perpetually chasing the sun
The bare-shouldered wings burst to flame at the sight
Our bodies forever entwine
And mixed with the soil we find rainbow's end
The violet and lavender homeward we send
The lemon tree pipless we suture and tend
As our three suns align
So ride on, ride
Now that each one and every are all
A pencil to parchment, my lips to your ears
As we watch the universe fall
So climb on, ride on
And never let frost fill your chest
The flute in the posies has no need for breath
When every direction is west
And stoking the embers we left in our wake
And living united a Son on the Lake
And settle upon it for sun finds the drake
We'll remember the day
We left it to love
And found in ourselves
The Swan and the Dove
And gave up on fear
And curled into one
And made our names clear
And started life
Hopefully caringly
Knowingly daringly
Gaily and givingly
Lovingly livingly
Finally endlessly
Chasing the sun
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The Square
03:31
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Standing in the square
I can almost hear you
A ribbon in my hair
I can almost feel you
Upon the air
Never knowing where, dear
Walking down the street
I'm Alida Valli
The cause of my defeat
They will call you Holly
Without hello and
Without goodbye
As I walk on by, dear
When I round around
The basket fills
A casket when I see you
Poised upon upon
The pillar which
Will fill her daily with dread
And fly away, away
And fly away and back
And never come home again
Don't you ever go home again
The corner of my eye
Has the dew of mystery
Afraid to even try
To imbue with history
But not to close
When the moment shows clear
Breath evading lungs
And balloons are leaven
I'll hold onto their tongues
And ascend to heaven
Or at least the sky
Or at least I'll try
Or I'll walk on by, dear
Then I round around
The basket filled
A casket if I see you
Glasses on and on
The pillar which
Will fill her daily with bread
And while away, away
I'll fly away and back
And never come home again
If you ever come home again
Then, and only then,
Will I take your jacket
So that you come again
Cause you need it back it
will be, we'll be
Well we'll be, will we be?
The tail around the bend
I had nearly missed you
Escaped and not a friend
Will I really miss you
When I walk on by
Will I walk on by
When I walk on by
Will I walk on by, dear
Standing in the square
I can barely hear you
A ribbon in the air
I can barely feel you
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Afternoons
03:35
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Summer is fading:
The leaves fall in ones and twos
From trees bordering
The new recreation ground.
In the hollows of afternoons
Young mothers assemble
At swing and sandpit
Setting free their children.
Behind them, at intervals,
Stand husbands in skilled trades,
An estateful of washing,
And the albums, lettered
Our Wedding, lying
Near the television:
Before them, the wind
Is ruining their courting-places
That are still courting-places
(But the lovers are all in school),
And their children, so intent on
Finding more unripe acorns,
Expect to be taken home.
Their beauty has thickened.
Something is pushing them
To the side of their own lives.
Poem by Philip Larkin
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The Garden of Love
02:24
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I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
Poem by William Blake
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Wednesday 2 Friday Girl
03:49
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U walk in 2 the room
I feel the wall sweat
The taste o' your perfume
My palms R gettin wet
Ur just the kind o' lover
The kind who fits my mood
And just like any other
I wanna get U in the nude
She's just the kind o' girl 2 rule my world
Yeah she's my Wednesday 2 Friday Girl
I met U at the party
Miss America 2 much
It started gettin naughty
Our lips began to touch
Before we hit the weekend
I tasted of ur peach
The kind o' style o' freakin
The kind U just can't teach
She's just the kind o' girl 2 rule my world
Yeah she's my Wednesday 2 Friday Girl
[D.L. Drone] Now lemme break it down
A fine lady never feels her own at home
A slap-‘em-up in Clapham; a drip o’ honey comb
When I’m honin’ and moanin' with a tasty ape
A cheerleader round the bases, a bite of ya grape
And when I whisper to ya, ___
I cure the hiccups with a ___
And if ya find yourself at Lucy’s party alone
Just send ‘em on a errand to your MC: D.L. Drone
She's just the kind o' girl 2 rule my world
Yeah she's my Wednesday 2 Friday Girl
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How are you, my darling?
It’s been a long time or has it been a year
since I saw you
since I knew you
did I know you
at all?
I write you this letter
and writing this letter’s
the least I can do for my husband.
My husband.
Oh god, you’ve been gone so long
and not aged a day
While I’ve moved along and aged years
And hoping and screaming
and smiling and grieving
I look at myself and think back
To the promises made
and the lives never lived
and the way that I’d fight you
and that’s why I write you
today.
You should see me now
I’ve been on my toes for so long
that I’m six feet tall
while you’re lying six underground
I miss you, we miss you
The kids have all flown
but they’d send you their love
If they knew you
If they’d known you
at all.
You’d be so proud of me
It’s been a whole year
since I’ve broken my promise
and poured out a drink
And it tastes just like you
but am I proud of me
when I pour out that promise to clean up the stains on the sink
or the stairs
or my back
or my hair that you’ve kept
and is buried with you
and began to grow back
in your pockets, your ankles ensnared by the vines
and the flesh of my double that grew
While I drink to forget that this double’s for you.
And do you remember
The night I said yes
When, shining with sweat,
We murmured ‘I do’
And we said it again
And again till we meant it.
I mean till we knew it was real.
And do you remember
I promised to love you
to have and to hold you
till death us do part
and you clung to my thigh
and that’s when I told you
I’d love you till the day that you die.
Are you coming home?
I’ve left the door open
I’ve left my blinds open
Will you watch me?…
For old times’ sake
will you make me immortal
by tracing my steps
make me circle around
and wish I could leave
and wish I could die
in a fire, perhaps,
or at least let me burn
before I am ossified, fossilized, petrified,
and left here to watch and to wait and to walk and to whisper
a gallery’s history of stone and of steel
where the Paul bared and spread
all your ashes and drowned
and which you had no right to
and that’s why I write you
today.
You should see me now
now that you’re gone
no devil can replace you
and I’ll move on
But there’s no longer home
when there’s you in this town
I swallowed an ocean of
feeling and breaking
and never cried again.
Hello, I miss you
I know that I’m rambling
Will I know how to kiss you
if I saw you again?
Should I burn your letters,
your wife, and your soul
Or imagine, instead,
the life I’d have led
if I had died with you?
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8. |
August Song
02:02
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First came August
Then came Autumn
Then came nothing
A bottle of scotch
About at the time
I fell from the sky
Let the years pass
Let come August
Let cool Winter
Fall from your eyes
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I. Littlechap & Evie
II. The White Hart
III. Five-Square
IV. The Berth of Lord Nelson
V. My Polar Equinox
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Shades of Violet
11:29
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Took train to Yorkshire
Pass the posies by
Poppies in my garden
Things linger
Nothing by violets
All through one season
She less real than they are
Watch Julia falling asleep again
Watching her fall asleep
Never knew Richard did Linda
Sibyl interred without mourning
Finding her hairs in the fiery furnace
Keen in the fields of the moon
And it all turns shades of violet
And it all with scented ribbon sway
Turns the way
I remember her violet passion play
It was a hot August Sunday
Wettest June ever seen
I looked up and the banks were empty
Dart of the fox on the green
Tasting the wings of your shoulder
With every beat every breath
Faster she hurtles my fallen angel
Digging my roots into earth
Sling the sun under your arm again
Take the world with when you go
Sometimes I run into sunset
Now I must watch the sun fall
Sun draws closer
Night is dead
Flames on ocean
Sky strikes mauve
Nailed to my garden
Pyre touches down
Ride like a nightmare
Ride our sun home
And it all turned shades of violet
And it all burned brilliant purple sway
Lit the fields aflame that day
The world fell away
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William Remmers New York, New York
William Remmers has been doing music since he was a prattling babe.
Proud member of THE LUNCH BOYS lunchboys.bandcamp.com
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