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It Pushes Back
05:13
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Here under low gray sky
Endless fields stark white
Buried trail no map no key
Frostbite shock
Lie down and sleep
Here
Under heavy clouds
Here
Under falling snow
Needle ice frost flower
Bare branches snow shower
Cold snap wind chill
Hoarfrost soft rime ice castle
Draw the line
The edge dividing me from not me
Is it enough to keep from bleeding through?
I dream of electric blankets and radiator smell
I dream of clear skies and sunrise orange glow
I dream of January thaw
And birdsong
Damp earth sap rising
Melting ice crocus bloom
Skin flushed tissues perfused
I dream my way back home
I dream of you
I walk the boundary
The line dividing me and you
Press and it presses back
Could you draw me through?
Trace the outline
The thing dividing me from you
Push it and it pushes back
Would you pull me through?
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You and I in the formidable fire
You and I in the warm
You and I on a cool day
With a comfortable breeze
And the sun warming my face
And your hair moving a bit
And your hem moving a bit
It’s you and I in the formidable fire
You and I in the formidable fire
You and I behind the blinds
You and I with some things on
And the sun rising outside
And the sun setting outside
And the heater kicking off
And the heater kicking on
You and I in the formidable fire
You and I in the formidable fire
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3. |
The Second Law
03:43
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When light touches bone
You know something is wrong
There is a line
Dividing inside from outside
It can be crossed sometimes
There are ways
But no ways should lead to bone
For those who really want to see
There are ways
Gray’s book is okay
This is a judgment, definitely
A simple guideline
(To be assured that it is quite okay):
Pick a cold way
A cynic might say
Heat only flows one way
That it is subject to natural law
And energy, it tends to behave predictably
This is known as entropy
It has no bearing in this context
No, the second law
Does not apply to you and me
So pick a cold way
If you really want to see
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4. |
Ivy Choir
06:57
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Pull the car off to the shoulder
Vicious lilting
Insect drone
Watch the taillights passing, pomegranate red
Walk to the top of the bridge
Leaves show silver before a storm
I will wait patiently
Sky meets ground
And flies apart
I will wait patiently
If you still love me
Watch the headlights approaching
Tearing white holes in the night
Reflected in broken glass
Bottle green on the side of the road
Lean against the rail
Arms lifted
Lean against the rail
Leaves show silver before a storm
I will wait patiently
Sky meets ground
And flies apart
I will wait patiently
If you still love me
It doesn’t happen this way
It’s not what I imagined
Become silent
Mute fingers, dumb skin
Slip through the gap in the barbed wire
Through stinging branches
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5. |
On The Island
06:48
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In the kitchen counting questions
How’s your day?
And where have you been?
There’s a hole that lets the light in
Lets the night in through the ceiling
On the island
Bills collect
And catalogues
And mail makes mail
I can’t go back home
There’s a letter on the table
Addressed to me
I can’t go back home
There are shadows in the corner
And they’re never looking
Big black birds with broken necks fly
Cross the window on their way through
There are very different places
Full of better types of strangers
Don’t forget to check the deadbolt
Still bugs come back in envelopes
Letters slip in through the slot and mail escapes shoved in the box and mail makes mail
I can’t go back home
There are letters on the table addressed to me
I can’t go back home
There are shadows in the corner
And they’re never looking
On the island
There's a park behind
and acre of room with nothing in bloom
just the January smell of nothing in bloom on the island
The bugs are back
A ripe forgetting health
Glasses on the shelf
The bugs are back
On the island
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Days of nights trickled down
Pictures on the wall
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offsetting sequence
pattern on the wall
the troubled spider crawling back into its hole
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a ripe forgetting health
the jars and glasses on the shelf
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colorized
…
the days are getting longer now
on the island
the bugs are back
the bugs are back
….
…and there's no one to get your back?
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Quarry House Saint Louis, Missouri
Quarry House formed in January 2009. In the course of two winter recording sessions in early 2009 and 2010, the players
gathered in Springfield, Missouri to write and record songs.
The products of this collaboration will be released in a series of EPs. The first to appear, THOSE, was released in autumn of 2011. A tour of the Midwestern United States followed.
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