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Yours to Keep
04:11
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Gather the figs in from the thistles
Leave the gleanings on the vine
If it’s the wind that we inherit
leave your laundry on the line
‘Cause all of our plans are just vagabonds
in the parking lot hanging around.
Like some parenthetical statement
that you pass over when you read out loud.
I heard that you mended
the rent in your old winter coat
With a handful of yesterday’s thread that
You accidentally stole
Now I’m walking backwards in fast forward
I’ve not seen you in such a long time.
But I’m stumbling forward in slow motion wondering
Is this God’s voice or mine?
Were we lovers, or were we only thieves?
Stolen away in the forest amidst a blanket of past life debris
Lately I’ve been feeling just like one of those trees
Stuck here in a pile of my own fallen leaves
So one day when you come by could you gather them for me
They once were mine, now they’re yours to keep.
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The Upstairs Room
03:23
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The summer that you turned 16 you got the upstairs room
It was big enough to fit a bed and drums, even a new couch too
We’d stay up all night, every night with headphones on our heads
and when everyone was getting up for work we'd go to sleep instead
I've heard that when you start to die, you see this strange white light
I bet when I go it will remind me of your window on a summer night
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3. |
The Magic Hour
03:21
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It’s almost 4
It smells like rain
Nobody is home
It’s my favorite time of day
Except maybe the night time, or anytime with you.
You close the door
And turn the key
When it almost doesn't start
You smile at me.
We got a lot in common, we’re pretty much the same
and I just want to stare into your face until the engine stalls
or bleed dry the brakes, so we never stop at all.
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Poison Ivy
03:31
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Your summer dress smells like sunscreen
Your summersault landed in the poison ivy
You always said each day brings a new mystery
I’ve never known anyone as well as I know you
And hope we both die at the same time.
Whats old is new and all will be forgotten
Hey, who’s forgotten you cold in your cotton
Underclothes, Vulnerable, we are so much more so in the dark
And I always try but I cannot help looking
deep into my midnight mind so crooked
It’s like a mirror in a mirror endless reflections of my own face
repeating the same word until the meaning is erased
A yellow moon rises above the drive-in
All those little lives you want to live inside of
When the movie ends all the former frames make sense
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Even though I’m on my feet, I don’t take my break until 2 or 3
All the people that I work with like to make fun of me.
But it makes the day go by fast when you know that the second half
Will be shorter than the first, its best to get the worst out of the way.
But no matter how much I make, it always seems like I could use a little more
And being a pharmacist is ok, it's better than when I worked at the video store
and the gas station before that, sometimes I get so overwhelmed when I look back at the twisted and tangled path that led me up to the present moment I am at.
One of my all time favorite days happened the summer after I finished 1st grade
Me and my dad and my brother spend an afternoon at the lake.
And as we set the boat adrift I tried to help but I could not lift the oar
Sometimes I still feel like that little girl standing on the shore
When I look across the lake, it's still my dad's canoe I am looking for
And the little waves it would make, I guess were all lost in the wake of somebodies passing
Next week I turn 28, I used to joke about what I’d be when I was almost 30
anymore its not quite the same, not so much funny “haha” as it is funny “strange”.
But anything worth explaining cannot be explained.
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6. |
Seniors Rule
04:46
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At Bible study your face turns bright red every time you read
So many names you cannot pronounce in the genealogies.
Do you really think that the witch of Endor brought Samuel up for Saul? When we meet again on streets of gold will we remember each other at all? Will we know we were friends?
Friday night, dark country road, when you’re driving between towns
with the dance music radio station blasting loud.
The staccato beats and the buzzsaw keys, the refrain so mantra-like
You said I feel like I’m on the cusp of the eternal like anything is possible tonight, perhaps probable.
The fireflies fill the fields beside us tiny comets green and bright.
You turned to me, turned the music down and said our lives are like that light. And I thought about all the people I never knew but wanted to know, and I thought about the past 10 years and wondered where the next 10 years would go It’s so hard to tell.
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Watercolors
04:05
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You sit on the edge of the foot of your bed
like some graven image fashioned from the hands of men
so far away from the innocence of beginnings
yet somehow still so far from the end.
Some paths lead nowhere
Some people just go away
Some parts of your life you remember
Like they just happened today
I’ll blow you a kiss from a sinking ship
We’re all looking for land lost at sea
Sometimes I ride on the crest of the wave but
Most days the waves just bury me
We're so much like water
Conforming to each others shapes
In the night when we hold onto each other
toss and turn just trying to escape
The glorious boring days.
they just bleed together in a watercolor haze
how can I ask for mercy when its judgement I demand?
How do you so feel alone with your hand in another hand?
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Loose Leaves
05:00
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We are all time travelers, we just can’t shift into reverse
the more we drink this cup the less we quench our thirst
So much of this waters passed under the bridge I can’t remember what you did, but there are some we spent together I cannot forget
I still don’t ever leave when I say that I’m going to
I just hang out by the front door in your living room
you never know what hanging around for a few
extra minutes could do
change your life like you want it to
bring you something brand new and exciting
You breathing into your sweater sleeve, drinking loose leaf Earl Grey
The morning sun diffused through the trees on an autumn day
Reminds me of something I’ve never know, but the echo i know well
Like when you hear the ocean’s roar in a seashell
You don't have to leave just cause you think that its getting late
the finest moments happen just before the break of day
Our childhood homes are falling down and our bodies have begun to decay
But when one glory fades
another glory takes its place
just like the leaves change
after the Labor Day parade
you don't have to be afraid anymore where were going
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Michael Pancini Valparaiso, Indiana
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