1. |
Countertop
03:43
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a note on the countertop
the bus pulls out of the station
the air was thick over the motorway
suspended in a murky gray
when I left unsaid and morning bled
suspended in each cloud of breath
a yearning for a turning
while you were in the throws alone too
I wish I knew
I thought I’d fled the worst of it all
but girl I was wrong
I ran from a quake to the pit of a sinkhole
now I’m reaching through invisible fibres
closer in this distance than I ever knew
we toil different soil
but the dirt is the same
it’s there on your face, yeah
you wear it the same
the same, the same
yeah you know it by a different name
now when I walk into the unknown
I find it reassuring
I survived some time ago
gathered my strength
made it home
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2. |
The Chair Is Nowhere
04:23
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the sun won’t come that high
over the tenements for a long while
so I drag my chair where the branches lay bare
with all the hardy kinds
and the sweet pines
and the skin that waits exposure
whats done departs like dust
scatters into matter
reassemble if you must but then is born another
dimension of events taking you
further than what was truely there
like an arrow in the night
not directionless but out of sight
I called you by name
thought I saw you again
in a crowded sea in which I sunk to be
digging ever deeper
the labour of the lost
lands lain out before me as constellations
clearer in the distance
whats done departs like dust
scatters into matter
reassemble if you must but then is born another
dimension of events taking you
further than what was truely there
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3. |
Rustle In The Leaves
03:43
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meeting at the precipice
my mode of default
it is hard as rock
I bring a hammer
and I go for a walk
hidden in the shrubbery
rustle in the leaves
the rustle never leaves
snakes of steam come rising
magestic in the sun
the everyday transforming
like the vapour in the air
for a moment I departed
floated way up there
the rustle never leaves
a window in to calmness
in the wake of turbulence
searching out a stillness to distill
to distill
meeting at the precipice
my mode of default
it is hard as rock
the rustle never leaves
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4. |
Jeans Hill
03:02
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in the fold of your hold
I seek to find what I already know
but there’s a mass
unfamilair and its growing
like the breaking morning
curtains glowing
drawn, but not for long
delicate murmur now cuts through
formless shapes in the night
revealed by the light
still up on jeans hill
sun splitting the sky
it sinks in where the viel thins
the horizon meets the eye
you know its time to let it lie
you know its time to let it lie
I know you had to go
before it swallowed us whole
part like the wind on a chime
the shard softens in time
still up on jeans hill
sun splitting the sky
it sinks in where the viel thins
the horizon meets the eye
you know its time to let it lie
see what seperates you from the weight and
cast it all aside
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5. |
Old Lessons
03:40
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it’s a digital funeral
and the ceremony has departed from me
I see your blue silk scarf on the chair
I go outside and feel you everywhere
I called you were there
sometimes the surface cloaks the motion
in the arms of chance and what is chosen
is it the same wind blowing past
a love built to last, built to last
seek the name gone unspoken
coursing over you
on the edge of your bed
the skylines shifted gold kisses red
though I’m met with unfamilar scenes
it feels like fragments of forgotten dreams
now I watch like the crow collecting
old lessons that glisten as new
can I watch the moment that’s passing
without being divided in two
and if I set myself at this table
will I be devoured by you
sometimes the surface cloaks the motion
in the arms of chance and what is chosen
is it the same wind blowing past
a love built to last, built to last
seek the name gone unspoken
coursing over you
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6. |
Ghost Beach
03:55
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6. Ghost Beach
I don’t want to run
keep seeing the exit light
above every turn
each bridge built
set alight
I don’t know what could flourish here
when you’re a ghost at the beach
in the summer
no one believes
when you’re a smouldering trail
of space dust no one see’s
dead wood in the garden
paled to the colour of saturn
stark in the open field
evidence of what once flourished here
why uproot
it still bares fruit
see the moss, the sparrow
don’t hide from the shadow
when you’re a ghost at the beach
in the summer
no one believes
when you’re a smouldering trail
of space dust no one see’s
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7. |
Clouds Are Release
03:50
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she is a retreat
where river and valleys meet
she shakes the cobwebs from my head
lain in bed
and there is a grace
in every line on her face
and there is a place for everything
and it has its purpose
so I move to pause, because, because
oh the clouds are coming in
so I learn to read them
the clouds are coming in
so I learn to greet them
stop and take stock
she tends to the weeds
they have thier roots in me
they sprung up from the embers
from the embers
white clover, perennial soldier
all along the border
oh the clouds are coming in
so I learn to read them
the clouds are coming in
so I learn to greet them
stop and take stock
oh the clouds are coming in
clouds are coming in
all I’ve ever known
held by a string tethered to something
make the cut and let it go
the clouds are coming in
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8. |
In The Crescent
03:32
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on my way home
I see my ghost steps
from when I left my mark in white
and think back to that night
when we danced
and made twisting patterns in the sand
like the spiralling constellations on land
we held hands we held fast
and laughed
right out and into the night
and it echoed off the starlight
the crescent moon’s an opening
all things come around again
all things come around again
look out of my window and its sepia tone
yellow sky held up by branches white as bone
glancing out, glancing out
all the lines criss crossing across the scene
and the blank spaces in-between
and the blank
spaces in-between
the crescent moon’s an opening
all things come around again
in the thaw I saw cracks bring a softening
all things come around again
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9. |
Purple Loose Strife
03:45
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carnations bouyant in the kitchen
flooded in sun
sleep drowined in coffee
focus on what’s to come
when the ache sets in
and threatens not to let go again
won’t try to shake it off like a wet dog
I’m staying in
I’m staying in
let it move through me
like an empty house
filled with leaves
don’t shut the door
that’s what the breeze is for
don’t shut the door
that’s what the breeze is for
a window opens to a cloud filled sky
feel them like ghost limbs
as their drifting on by
till they dissolve to fragments glistening
till the ocean cries like the moon is listening
I go for space to the water side
watch a layer of light
move along the purple loose strife
and think of motion when I wanted to be still
but the current runs, the current runs
keeps everything alive
everything alive
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10. |
Passing Place
02:09
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Gorse and brooding sky
body of water
breaking at low tide
it’s the sound of an opening heart
enfolds and leads you right back
softly pierces, let’s light through the cracks
while it still devastates, it’s a passing place
it’s a passing place, it’s a passing place
it’s a passing place
so ask me again
ask me again
ask me again
ask me again
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11. |
Keep Count
04:00
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get in from work, wash off the dirt
as loose as a tooth
held by a thread you gave it away
you gave it away
held like a delicate egg in the palm of your hand
you loosened your grip and it started to slip
you gave it away
you gave it away
and saw as it cracked there is no turning back
and inside it was black but no more
it’s the sun on the floor
the sun has risen
it’s a vision
found in the last place you would look in
my fear started as a small mite
but they grew arms and legs at night
named them as they closed in tight
called them and watched as they recoil
when you hold too tight to the line it will break and bend let it go again
hold out your hand collect it like rain
let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go again
let it go again
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Raveloe Glasgow, UK
On a mountain, in a city, in a bedroom, through the window.
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