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Sea Hair
02:38
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I pull you like sea-hair
That jails your face
When you break the horizon
I was busy getting lost in
Strands of you drape across
Perfect things, no things
And I resent your occultation:
Confounded by a screen,
Instead of the moon
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Up and Wither
02:19
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Up these many steps
You will find a change in clime
Don't mistake the ache
For a rhyme
Heaven is for estates
And young lovers
And we are no longer
Either
Up these many steps
You will not see the light
But you might find a change
Is better than a fight
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Gravity Belongs To
04:16
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There was a heart inside
Kicking one time, two times
Grown tired of mine,
I asked for yours
It seemed grotesque to ask:
To see through the eyes of another
Without first stealing their eyes
Gravity belongs to massive things
And massive things are terrifying
It takes so long to learn a story
In love, do I hold my hand up like an arrest
In love, do I press your heart,
While breaking your chest
Building a love incommensurate
To its own circumference;
Unequal to its own requirements
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4. |
Seem
00:40
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Everything has a seem
And it’s time I fall asleep.
It’s time. I wake and read.
It’s there.
I take and eat.
Everything has clothing for dreams
Wherein I had better thinking
Where my friends still took me drinking
Where we still roamed the earth
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Magnificat
02:09
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What dread must kings receive
From your globed stomach, ripe with promise?
That the future will lie with the least of these,
And bear children who’ve no lust for their products
How did you survive the holiness of your friends
Who, no doubt, sighed relief at your trip?
While you dragged your belly to David’s town,
They could finally get on with suckling the law.
We've no memory for this unremembered song:
Lost stars to the gravity of men
He's planted the ages in wombs disgraced,
Where the powerful are turned to dry seed:
Employees now to the winds they always just watched;
Sold by the things they have always just bought.
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Picture-Bent
01:44
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Once that was us
Lithe and light haired
Curfew-clipped but
Hardly ever scared
Once that was us
Smoking on the quays
Uninsurable but,
Unafraid of bodies
Naming the birds
And not caring when
They spirited away
Assuming we would follow them
To NY or LA
Or that was never us?
Clicking our eyes
At the sloping glass
At The green and grey
While The escalators play
At letting us pass
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7. |
Look to These
01:46
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Only the soil can hear it: the work of the Spirit
Under filament, hearkening
All parishioners to marketing.
The sharp lip of the casual spade,
Cut fencing of the fire God made.
Hemlock-sipping,
A court of trees;
If you're looking for what’s lasting,
Look to these.
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Faith walked in, fatigued,
Exhausted of agency.
Came to terms as if
My desires were an equal party
I'm a strange creature: contingent,
With at least three heads to not lose.
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A Script
01:29
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Do you have a script?
I'll send you the article.
Do you do well to hum along?
We still say, somehow
God is up, Hell is below.
Do you remember anything of innocence?
We try to sing, but the ash just falls on our tongues.
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Demigosh
01:57
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You thought you were God because you knocked down what the people built
You thought you were God so you spilled the blood of lambs and became a pestilence
You thought you were a god but you were only what God made man
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A Hymn of Ash
01:47
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The metaphor was once complete
For the unseen ghost, the Paraclete
Fire, fully fire: the tongues of heat
No sex, no location, no proper name
No sex, no location, no proper name
Fire, fully fire: the helper flame
All this time you were to blame
Hidden under green sea and black earth
Hidden under green sea and black earth
Taking our homes while growing the coast
No body to destroy no time to think
Fire, fully fire: the unseen ghost, the Paraclete
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Vectors
01:04
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The vectors of your body
Navigating the earth
I’d follow them if I could
Over the red land into these
Yammering, humming crowds,
Of optimists and hunters
All crossed in concern
Tumbling down the hills
I’d go in the cold
Because it tolerates this failure:
Makes it tolerable
I cannot escape this plain land
But you give it features
There no mountain shoulders
No infinity of water
The trees are as mismatched and dry as a tangle of cables
Helpless things are easiest to understand
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13. |
Soul to Size
01:30
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By keeping You out of our material
They have You where they want me
And me where they want you
I'm not here to ruin anything
For better saints
The size of my
Invisible soul
Is the size of my
Material brain
Whatever is sown imperishable
Will be my planted name
But my soul is tired
Of colliding with its border:
The water and current
Of my material frame
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The Smokers' Tree
01:26
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You've been here longer
Endured the pavement
And the tar clouds
The look of a middle of a life
In the middle of a brow
In the middle of the
Grass patch and grey bench
Staring off towards the cranes
Don’t look too hard
At the distance
Which is really the future
Which is really nothing
But a return
To the spit-stained pavement
Around the split-veined tree
How much longer?
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Washington Sq.
01:22
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This park was always a dark closure in the trees
Now there's more to see
And it's paralyzing
When you realize
Many others have loved
This island into worlds
And done it better than you
Now I see too many things, and all of them at once
What mercy it would be
To remember you
To remember touch
What mercy it would be
If you answered me
I've been doing all the lifting
And all the bending
And all the breaking
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16. |
Blame
02:20
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We buried our shit
Too close to the river
Now we point our fences
At one another’s distance
Balancing our breath
And bills coming due
No one is my neighbor,
Not even myself
A symmetry of years
Is easy to game
No one is righteous
But no one is to blame
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17. |
Message on Service
01:32
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I talk to the Lord like he’s one of my friends
And like my friends I never get to see him
Ghosts that promise to text next week
Faces on my screen, but “sorry I’ll be working!”
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18. |
A Carol of Water
01:43
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We hymn Thee from our guts
From the weakest point of trust
Though the light only annoys
Our honesty’s employed
We put no store in certainty
Nor worship any coin
But carol with mirth aplenty
For Heaven’s great rejoin
To the kings’ most eager pawing
At the very clothes of the poor
The King over kings is already crawling
On a a dusty Nazarene floor
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Young Weather Atlanta, Georgia
Young Weather is the project of Dustin Ragland & various collaborators in both studio and live settings through the years. Wrapping ambient electronic sound with a meter-hopping acoustic rhythm section - all around allusion-heavy lyricism.
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