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Gratification at 20
03:29
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I heard that you slept through the summer
Some dreams were enough of a shock to your slumber
That you would awake, crack an eye,
For sometime have a chance to escape
But your eyelids were weighted another
Returning to dreams of a nature, I wonder
How much you expected to end up
In terrors of un-sticky tape
And you’re trying to use it to stich up a still
But it’s torn down the middle and halves come and go as they will
In absence of tossing and turning
I watched as you slept but I did without learning
Of the tumultuous love
That was making a fight from a game
We met when you woke for a moment
I thought maybe you were the missing component
But once I’d dressed for the weather
The heat never actually came
Now the sunsets are coming progressively sooner
Diminishing too, now the time left to swoon her’s the same
Oh, start to feel a fool
Oh, an unsure construal
Of trying to reach you while honoring rules
Oh, Mailroom disarray
Oh, No one knows the way
To send the right signals and read those arriving
And try to decipher towards what we are striving someday
I heard that you got up in autumn
With plenty of exits for sale finally bought’em
And the doors locked behind you
That still on the stoop left outside
You let me climb in through the window
How long should I stay? Oh please say so when you know
Cause I want to stay in my bounds
So I won’t be shown to the door
I’m just so grateful to finally be let in
I’ll take any offer and try not to wear our get thin
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2. |
Thanks, Sam (Fall)
04:42
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Are you around, can you spare a minute or ten?
Are you in town, can you hire the crier then?
Promptly alert me for this message I cannot stall,
I wanted you if only for the fall
I know you’re busy, your tone betrays the stress
I know your troubles, they grow as days progress
But if you’ve a moment, I mustered up the gall (to tell you that)
I wanted you if only for the fall
I wanted you if only for the fall
As much of summer as autumn could recall
Just to have this something beats having none at all
I wanted you if only for the fall
Maybe you’ve seen them but my cards aren’t that far from my chest
My hand was something but the dealer held most of the rest
My suits were a secret but the chips now are all ‘bout to fall (so let me tell you something)
I wanted you if only for the fall
I wanted you if only for the fall
As much of summer as autumn could recall
Just to have this something beats having none at all
I wanted you if only for the fall
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3. |
Last Day of Summer
05:34
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Then I wake up, Cloudy Morning
Its inconsequential that my bed aint fit for two
Cause it won’t be host to you anyway
Then I look out, Through the window
Imagining again that conversation bout the view
That I never got to have with you
Then I sit up, Scan the bedroom
Its terrain is one you never bothered to explore
But we’ve built a map of yours
Then I glance at, Notifications
And I’m afraid to look and find that none were sent by you
Maybe my doubts were all true
But I open, That little window
I realize I’m ashamed to feel contempt for everyone
Who dared to raise my hopes that maybe you had sent me one
Then I slip on, Favorite work-boots
The rubber that they’ve shed lies in a trail that leads to you
But absent from that trail your rubber too
And I end up, That tired basement
Waiting to pretend to you I’d go there even if
There weren’t a chance you’d pass through and I’d have someone to goof off with
But you don’t show, your chair is empty
Frustratedly I’ll wait for you to fire the next flare
But I’ll fold once I begin to think you musn’t really care
Once I do though, I’ll tell you I know
You’ll say something lift my spirits, buoyant once again
And poke a hole right in my hull that I will not notice then
‘Til I come to, Underwater
It’s inconsequential anOcean’s bed is host to few, alone this wreck, forgotten settles, still in want of you
And then I wake up, Cloudy morning……
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4. |
Thai Chili
05:44
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I’ll be cooking Thai chili in the afternoon having prepped all the stuff in the morning
And you’ll be rolling out our bed at a quarter to two
I’ll be thinking of our plans in units of hours and I hope that they change without warning
Maybe fireworks with our friends maybe just me and you
And the days will pass real slow
When they end I know we’ll know
That there was no place to go, we were already here
They’ll be major renovations in nostalgia-ville, overwriting past associations
The cerebral facades of south campus will have looks to kill
And the former Beacon of Buswell will assigned a new occupation
Maybe mine will be the hands on that windowsill
And the sentiment store still
Has no spaces left to fill
But I’ll repurpose that long dreamt of but unreached promise land
With showers cold
And sneakers old
The weeks unfold
The heat foretold
Jumping in the Charles right before the sun and looking at the hour when its show is done
Part of me might wish that I had had her here but I’ll be glad to shed my planned dependence
She’ll be fornicating out on the docks with the man of the year
Maybe I’ll be filling that void with an actor who has cultivated some of her essence
Or maybe I’ll be picking my apples with a new kind of dear
It’s been damn well clear
Pursuer’s failure fear
Was not helped by the silent sneer of a negligent biome
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Plumes Boston, Massachusetts
Plumes is Ben Long (on the drums!) Tim Green and John Thorsen. Music- listening to it, learning to play it, writing more of it- has been one of few things we've taken really seriously for the last 7 years. These songs grew through many late nights and missed appointments. Our songs are all really about something. It's sincere and sometimes naked. Hope you like it ... more
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