1. |
Cove
02:15
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Down the 805 trying to talk myself into tune
Grateful for an opportunity to meet up with you
Every moment a chance to dust and sweep
Sitting by the ocean feeling your story swell with the tide
Feels like change is coming, something I haven't felt for a long, long time
Every smile and glance brushing off debris
One comforting hand extends towards me
You're a wise, outstretched branch
Stabilizing me
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2. |
Dream Sequence
03:00
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The night was calm and the city looked sharp in the navy sky
I saw a bomb fly by a nearby bridge, better hurry...
Three or four lit up the sky line
I sought out shelter in the civic shelter almost instinctively went down to the basement
I met you in the elevator
We knew each other, probably spoke some words but I can't recall
I stepped into the hall
I found an empty folding chair and took a seat
I watched some family members sing a tune
Sang along in my head
The accompanist was a violist but the viola had no body
It was just some strings held together by a pair of wire clippers
I climbed up to take a picture
To the top of the auditorium
But I climbed to high and lost my grip
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3. |
The Dust Bowl
02:50
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The dust bowl presses up to our windows like shades
Now we're better off just staying in
After tossing of crops started outpours of coughs
Can we say that we know what we did?
Is my life the same, do I live?
And when will I see my companions again?
The dust traveled over the ocean, made it past the pacific
And life stood so still
California was frozen but freedom doesn't freeze, it's ferocious, and sadly,
It kills
Who can lead us through these uncertain times?
Everyone has opinions but no one was shown any signs
Grey eyes fade from the screen
Screen light shines endlessly
A world of our senses remains still in place
The last of the hop-able fences carries me away
I drift through the stories
I drift through the shows
I grimace through national updates
Hibernating in the snow
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4. |
Mountain Song
03:44
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Looking down at the corrie loch just an hour since the morning broke and I woke
The merciless sun pulling me from my boulder bed
Eagle brother souring over head
Mountain goat sister skating round the bend
The family has been waiting to talk
Slide down the slope, have a sip from the tarn
Grab a bite from the grass, become one with the yard
Stop for a view of a previous world full of challenging tests
Now I'm free as a bird
I didn't take time to explain myself
I'd still be down there if I'd given myself an out
But I'm a penguin waddling through Saharan plains
Back to the car to blast the stereo
Listen to Elliott until the batteries go
Grab a hat and pull the bill to the back
Slide down the slope, drink a quart from the tarn
Find a strawberry patch, eat them all with a yawn
Slide further down, catch a foot in the ground
Start to spin up and down, lose your thought, black out
I do believe that's the Milky Way
The way the star dust leaves a haze
There must be something wrong if the sky's so clear
Did the power go out?
Or am I dreaming peacefully
This would be such a pleasant dream
I believe it
I believe that everything is good
I'm obliged to believe that we all fit together well
We found a way to patch the dam
We found a way to understand
We found a way to hold each other's hands
Catch up
Catch up...
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5. |
Dream Transfer #2
01:38
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Remembering sequences in a flurry
You need hidden information
Left outside a massive building in a monosyllabic answer
Was it down beneath the leaves while I scurried in the classroom?
Was it buried in the books that I tossed aside then socialized?
Was it in a friend's advice?
But I did try to scrutinize...
Was it in a childhood corner that I returned to one time too few?
With time and space, a better wager -
Hidden in a chance encounter
Hypothetical at best
Randomness would win the test
And would it have been worth it, after all,
(I laugh into my shirt breast pocket)
To trade a life of dust and gust for office space from dawn to dusk?
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6. |
Laura
01:53
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7. |
Animal Funeral
01:23
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The lizard's pushup days are done
He slumbers in the mud
He sleeps on his waterbed in the marsh that connects the river to the ocean
Mosquitos drink his blood
Clouds hide the sky from all the fuss
Frogs, deer, alligators, rabbits, racoons, skunks, geese, and moose salute his cadaver
Thud, thud, thud, etc...
(The thuds are the sound of animals saluting)
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Nostalgizing
03:33
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When I breathe
When I stretch
If I close both my eyes
If I shut down my brain
I'm swallowed by the stars
The world can seem so far, far away
I will gasp
I will clench
If I look far and wide
If I might think again
I'm treading through the cars
I'm part of the stampede
We came upon New Hogan Lake on our drive back to Sacramento
We made a stop there
And we sat back with our feet out in the water
There was a bowrider in the distance making waves, and everything was still
Hamamatsu halfway through our week-long journey finding food
This was a pit stop
I spent four hours listening to all the instrument exhibits
And reading their descriptions while my friends were resting on a bench
If I sigh
If I slump
Sometimes I'm all worn out
But I'll cheer up again
The moments that we spent
Will complement my bed
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9. |
Wordless Lullabye
02:34
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As this is a wordless lullaby, there are no lyrics!
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Chris Laguna San Diego, California
I'm a songwriter who really likes recording music. Everything is home-recorded. Happy listening!
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