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You never looked over your shoulder dear, and that autumn won't, once more, be found
I step back now that I am older dear, and doubts I had start to compound
I took inspiration but was so inclined, to color the pane streaming light from behind
And the truth smashed my stain glass and though I pine, I see the shade was mine
They walk around naked in paradise, deluded in young love's pursuit,
The serpent gave blind eve some good advice, these suitors should all eat the fruit,
You're vindicated by some broken hearts. Why couldn't they see they were doomed from the start?
The apples they haul make a heavy cart- she's not with you, depart
Rise from the rubble around you, friend, rebuild on a far away plot
Don't chase after that which destroyed you, friend, just salvage the pieces you've got
The neighbors won't listen when you try to warn about the temptation that will leave them torn
That house was no home, all the faces wore, expressions quite forlorn
Say what you want to me, say it
Say what you want to me, I'm listening
Say what you want to me
I'll give you all that you are shouting here,
but it doesn't absolve you of what would appear
To be taking advantage of one man's fear
Another to endear
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Interception
01:23
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What can I do?
You’re looking for an answer
But I only have bad news
Bad news for you
You’re not the first
You’re not the greatest candidate
Though you’re not quite the worst
Bubble to burst
You don’t fit the bill
It takes some more to fill
The list of pros
And so it goes
Say no I will
(Whistling/ do do’s)
You don’t fit the bill
It takes some more to fill
The list of pros
And so it goes
Say no I will
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3. |
Psychic Subpoena
03:56
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Your Atlantic crossing
Has finally transpired
The catalyst welcome
Now I’m forced to retire
The cold turkey cut off
Dispassion endorsed
Sees vacancies growing
Where obsession was sourced
My fast came a diet
Made healthier still
To keep you excluded
A habit from will
Now knowing you’re elsewhere
But you’re not there to stay
Brings anticipation
Of a chance meeting day
If first I see you
Through a window one way
The burden befalls me
Think of something to say
Will I greet your indifference?
Or be smite with a smile,
And return to the puzzle,
Of reading your dial?
That impossible project
Has an inviting style
But no arbiter’s input
And no right to fair trial
The truth of your feelings
Not amenable to
A psychic subpoena
If they’re not known to you
So if yours is the first hand
To reach cross the aisle
Surprised I will see it
Playing dumb all the while
I don’t want the story
Of how I turned round
Or how I then relapsed
Or what wasn’t found
But a retreat from meeting
Is a neon display
Of how many feelings
Exist to betray
So let that decision
Select you for hire
Your stakes are much lower
And mine could catch fire
If by a small chance
The face of your die
For trying it over
Lands facing the sky
I hope that I jump ship
And ‘scape siren song
Not collude with my captor
Hoping we’ll get along
So how ‘bout you fuck off
Cause I’ve got no trust
That you’d be forthcoming
That I'll guard my lust
So I’ll keep my head down
Surveying the tiles
To postpone the chew out
Only just for a while
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4. |
Crisis at 16
02:33
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Sorry I took all the keys, I couldn’t pick a set
Night drives help a mind of chronic musings to forget
I hope that me missing doesn’t leave you too upset
If you haven’t found me now then you just haven’t found me yet
Maybe I’ll decide to wait just off route 99
Once you’ve crossed above 146 look to the side
Maybe they’ll be others there with me once you arrive
If they aren’t there already I’m sure they’ll come by sometime
Maybe I’ll drive to the beach and walk to leave you tracks
Leading toward the stars that gaze upon that rippling black
Their death freed the atoms used to host this thought attack
And if these atoms don’t return tomorrow they’ve been given back
If I’m not home by the morning then I won’t be coming back
If I’m not home by the morning then I won’t be coming back
If I’m not home by the morning then I won’t be coming back
If I’m not home by the morning then I won’t be coming back
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5. |
How Do We Say Goodbye
04:50
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The seventeenth time that I tried for a try saw the tenth cry of “finally through”
October 7th allowed the 11th, lost crops from doubt’s drought regrew
I knew fertile land was hid under the sand
So I always make time for you
Collateral plight of an internal fight, I stepped in your ring off cue
Still as my hopes fell back onto the ropes I took every punch you threw
When push comes to shove if you untie your gloves
I’ll always have time for you
But midnight conversation
And escalator eyes
Again they meet on Mary’s Street
And I wonder if I’ll ask again how do we say goodbye
I wonder if I’ll ask again how do we say goodbye
Cause that’s when you kissed me, and the artifice fell
I almost announced it, but I thought you could tell
I thought it was progress, an unspoken kind
It seemed your translation of similar mind
But failures in voicing, left only four songs
About your disinterest, you’d tell me were wrong
I wondered if I’d ask again how do we say goodbye
I wondered if I’d ask again how do we say goodbye
I wondered if I’d ask again how do we say goodbye
I wondered if I’d ask again how do we say goodbye
And springtime revelations
Made space for the debut
An open stance on our advance
I always had time for you
I always had time for you
The plans of our lives like two sides of a zipper the teeth fastened now are few
With each conversation yet more confirmation the hunch that I had was true
We’re on the cusp now to zip the rest up
And I’ll always have time for you
I’ll always have time for you
I’ll always have time, I’ll always have time
I’ll always have time for you
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6. |
Little Roach
01:45
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Little roach how did you know I would be there?
At this hour of leaving I should know I must beware
Little roach how strange to find you on your back
You don’t bite or snarl yet you induce heart attack
But your struggle helps my approach
Little roach
Not a friend with hand to lend because of poor aesthetic luck
You’re gross as fuck
But when nukes make you earth’s dukes you’ll not eat puke but Twinkie treats
Humans bequeath
Little roach, I wish you well, your future’s strong
Unless you climb four stories; my food ain’t where you belong
I won’t hesitate to spray your ass with raid
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7. |
My Teenage Mooring
02:33
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We’d move out of the city
To countryside drives
Of trees aglow
The beautiful dead
Of orange and red
And goldening yellow
And we’ll eat of the apple tree
However many
Perhaps by then have grown
And share with the deer
Who visit each year
Despite all the growls
You can spend time adoring
The new hardwood flooring
And shelves of books and cats
Oh, wherever is
Your Mrs. Norris?
The purring and poring
Open eyes in the morning
Sun comes as you’re snoring
Across us from the east
And later the west
The windows are best
At my teenage mooring
But I’ve mapped these grounds already
Helped enact their last 20 years
Home finds my footing so steady
I’d never wade through a broadening sphere
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8. |
The Music
05:03
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Would I be enough without the music?
What would we have been without the songs?
Was it necessary or sufficient,
For to last as two so long?
You called my bluff, took open invitation
Exegesis on my diary
Shrouded prayers turned into conversation
But for songs your inquiry
But I can’t claim the credit for the channels to my hands
Stemming from the ether ‘yond a storm I can’t command
Exercising personhood sorites
Casts essential every part of us
Did Apollo scheme with Aphrodite?
Could blind fortune make it thus?
What if not a strong attraction midst the rest unchanged?
What if then yet key encounters weren’t so arranged?
But as we find us now I’m the music
You found me there in the songs
Never mind necessary or sufficient
It was guiding us all along
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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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