1. |
Chapter One
03:54
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Our sunset saint
Our frozen plateau
Our heartbreaker
Sea glass maker
Le grand dégel a laissé
Les piles de neige isolés
Isolé
In a Silent Way
Sandy shoes
Bloodshot eyes
Umbrellas under sunshower skies
Ode to the river
My cordial mover
The one I read to when I’m alone
My quiet companion
The water kind of feels like home
Sandy shoes
Glassy eyes
People watching to clear my mind
Ode to the River
I walk to you at end of day
Past that house I like
Solaris memories made
Walk by my side
Wasted days
To restless nights
Waiting for the rise of
The Prodigal Sun
Sandy shoes
Glassy eyes
People watching to clear my mind
Early departure
Bye my friend
Cold season I’ll be back again
Ode to the River
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2. |
Chapter Two
03:49
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Tires to tarmac like petrichor
The sense that something’s over
Cleaned of isolation
Filmed in misdirection
I needed my Virgil
My Virgil
Virginia made me realize
I need others’ eyes to see who I am
Back here again
East coast farm house lost again
In the Sun’s disarrays
Back here again
Thinking of where I was last year again
Bathed in another time
Like a moth in broad daylight
Lacking objective
Is it too much, not enough?
What do you think?
Back here again
East coast farm house lost again
In the Sun’s disarrays
Back here again
Thinking of where I was last year again
Bathed in another time
Write in vain run in vain
What am I doing?
I need you to mark my page
Back here again
East coast farm house lost again
In the Sun’s disarrays
Back here again
Thinking of where I was last year again
Bathed in another time
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3. |
Bookmark
02:07
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4. |
Chapter Three
03:15
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I was putting myself behind glass walls
Self imposed restriction
Life through bus windows
Trajectory was missing
Pursuing an act of rebellion against myself
Who I am and who I ought to be
Revolution of self conscious
Centralizing my thoughts
Feminine figures
Painting my spots
Pursuing an act of rebellion against myself
Who I am and who I ought to be
I like the cut of this blouse on me
But I’m still playing with my buttons
Confidence waxes and wanes for me
But I’m feeling collected
Pursuing an act of rebellion against myself
Who I am and who I ought to be
I’m feeling collected
Mind’s clear
I’m feeling collected
Pursuing an act of rebellion against myself
Who I am and who I ought to be
Summer’s dying
Turning the page
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5. |
Chapter Four
05:21
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Fall’s dilating
Still have trouble breathing
Coffee’s still hot
And the carbon pyres are still burning
Sun reflection
Recollection
No projection
For the mean time
Leaves shift, thoughts clear
As the fog rolls in
Principale, Wellington
Bedford, Barrington
Quickness and autumn sweaters
Frozen over, open letters
I miss saying I love you
So I say it to my friends
Leaves shift, thoughts clear
As the fog rolls in
Principale, Wellington
Bedford, Barrington
Garden days
Finally a penciled page
To summarize through summer eyes
Leaves Fall vision changed
The future won’t speak
Latent tension we heed
Like The Optimist in El Dorado
The restless won’t find a seat
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6. |
Epilogue
02:46
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