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Goodbye Lunch
Today marks my last official day at my day job. Maybe any day job. It may be just for the next year until I hit the pavement. It may be forever. That all depends on how this works out. Before the success and before the failure, there is this day. This narrow bridge between what I know and wha...
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Today marks my last official day at my day job. Maybe any day job. It may be just for the next year until I hit the pavement. It may be forever. That all depends on how this works out. Before the success and before the failure, there is this day. This narrow bridge between what I know and wha...
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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!
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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!
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June
So here it is JuneMidyear came at midnight when no one was watchingI'm marking seasons by swapping windows for screensAiring 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 seasonsRake and pull ...
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So here it is JuneMidyear came at midnight when no one was watchingI'm marking seasons by swapping windows for screensAiring 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 seasonsRake and pull ...
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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 I haven't...
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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 I haven't...
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Brother
Missing after a frantic weekI cannot find my passportThis city won't be letting go of me after allMy brother says he feels betrayedThat 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 sights on no...
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Missing after a frantic weekI cannot find my passportThis city won't be letting go of me after allMy brother says he feels betrayedThat 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 sights on no...
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When We Talk About Love
"What do we talk about when we talk about love"? Well there's a good quesionbut I may know a better oneWhy do we talk about love at all? Why do we look in the mirror when we already know what we will seedrawn to every magnetic flawwe returnto speak again about loveinside the jackets of books or ...
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"What do we talk about when we talk about love"? Well there's a good quesionbut I may know a better oneWhy do we talk about love at all? Why do we look in the mirror when we already know what we will seedrawn to every magnetic flawwe returnto speak again about loveinside the jackets of books or ...
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Life raft
I want to be the guy who pulls things offthat should not work anymorepoems that rhyme and stories with endingsmaybe even happy endings sometimes I want to melt butter in a saucepanNot margarine. Not microwave. I want bow ties that untie and good table manners I want awkward hellos with stran...
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I want to be the guy who pulls things offthat should not work anymorepoems that rhyme and stories with endingsmaybe even happy endings sometimes I want to melt butter in a saucepanNot margarine. Not microwave. I want bow ties that untie and good table manners I want awkward hellos with stran...
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The Last Metaphor
If animals were the first metaphor What will be last? How is our trajectory so differentfrom 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 hi...
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If animals were the first metaphor What will be last? How is our trajectory so differentfrom 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 hi...
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We both know
We both know I could do betterbut only one of us knows how hard I am trying Maybe you could convince me ?
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We both know I could do betterbut only one of us knows how hard I am trying Maybe you could convince me ?
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Brings Me Flowers
You say that God is loveand of course you are rightbut don't assume that to mean God is only loveas if I were only fearas if I were only doubtas if I were only kindor only cruel I am all of these at once and none of these at any given moment. God is love, surebut do not get confu...
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You say that God is loveand of course you are rightbut don't assume that to mean God is only loveas if I were only fearas if I were only doubtas if I were only kindor only cruel I am all of these at once and none of these at any given moment. God is love, surebut do not get confu...
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How I Tell You
There are expressions that bloom much larger than thoughts can containIn some walled gardenso they are transplanted to flourish as words Language is a stream so small at times and this expression is a salmon, spawningwith the drive to swim upstreamagainst current, seeking oceans When language is...
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There are expressions that bloom much larger than thoughts can containIn some walled gardenso they are transplanted to flourish as words Language is a stream so small at times and this expression is a salmon, spawningwith the drive to swim upstreamagainst current, seeking oceans When language is...
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All ready
The man in the most danger is the man who can be broken I am not that man I broke alreadyand I am more alive for knowing it perfect love
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The man in the most danger is the man who can be broken I am not that man I broke alreadyand I am more alive for knowing it perfect love
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Knit
If pain is such poisonhow can it knit us togetherlike vein-bare hands of a trembling old womanweary with years, steady with hope No, I can't believe itNot warm, beneath this ancient afghan
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If pain is such poisonhow can it knit us togetherlike vein-bare hands of a trembling old womanweary with years, steady with hope No, I can't believe itNot warm, beneath this ancient afghan
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They tell me you can take it
that you are strong enough and that your love won't wear out in the kneesthey tell me to cast all of my cares upon you and that you are all powerful All knowingthat you know already anywaysthat I am helpless to resist the monstrous love of the Lord They tell me a lot and some of it I have f...
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that you are strong enough and that your love won't wear out in the kneesthey tell me to cast all of my cares upon you and that you are all powerful All knowingthat you know already anywaysthat I am helpless to resist the monstrous love of the Lord They tell me a lot and some of it I have f...
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