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Theater On My Roof
03:55
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I was the fool
when it started
take me to school
for endless numbered days
as autumn kneels to pray
I watch the clouds
swirling upward
sirens call out
for buildings sheathed in gray
the trees begin to sway
The curtain rolls
eastward over
Lincoln’s knoll
lying on my back
raindrops dive in packs
The wind takes aim
at Roman curls
sculptures fade, sculptures fade
without any proof
there’s a theater on my roof
there’s a theater on my roof
Closer now
we can feel it
don’t look down
there’s nothing more to see
beneath your shuffling feet
Limbs entwined
through the window
taking time
as the show plays out above
quietly making love
The wind takes aim
at Roman curls
sculptures fade, sculptures fade
without any proof
there’s a theater on my roof
there’s a theater on my roof
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3. |
Rhinebeck
03:16
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I watch you put the kids in the car
in the cold before it’s dark
the baby’s hat covers his eyes
the other little guy screams and cries
your wife watches you fall apart
thinking about your former
life that was a riddle, dissolves into the
brittle creases on your face
I try to read your lips while you talk
in the car across the parking lot
are you staying or are you leaving?
will you be forgiven?
your wife watches you fall apart
thinking about your former
life that was a riddle, dissolves into the
brittle creases on your face
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4. |
Interlude
01:15
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5. |
Palimpsest
04:15
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As if by chance
we flicker into
your field of view
brushed aside by the winds of time and you
won’t speak too soon
cause armies of who we were
and who we are
light up the room
Show us the dance
our masters will moan
tell us that no one
that no one, can rise on their own
don’t speak too soon
we are the wives
on the wires
brushed softly
by the breeze of time
under the surface you can hear our cries
we are lovers living
underneath the maze
of the painter’s grave
we are lovers living
underneath the maze
of the painter’s grave
(take us away)
As if by chance
the layers peel off
leaving a mess
shedding their lives
for this palimpsest
don’t speak too soon
silence becomes you
it becomes you, young man
silence becomes you
we are lovers living
underneath the maze
of the painter’s grave
we are lovers living
underneath the maze
of the painter’s grave
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6. |
Almost Invisible
04:09
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Your long long hair
flies away from your face
against the stiff breeze from the subway grate
You ask if it’s like this
the wild ocean waves
before the almost invisible spray
So I tell you about
the redwoods and their rings
about the whitecaps in the wind
So I tell you about
the eagles flying low
under the almost invisible glow
Your mother told you
Your mother told you not to go
Your mother told you
your mother told you not to go outside
The glimmer and the glare
bounce off the concrete
beneath the billboards and the gum on our feet
You ask if it’s like this
the floor of the forest
are there birds who ignore us and cry from their beaks?
So I tell you about
the eucalyptus trees
about the confection from the honey bees
So I tell you about
the bobcats who roam
under the almost invisible snow
Your mother told you
Your mother told you not to go
Your mother told you
your mother told you not to outside
Your mother told you
Your mother told you not to go
Your mother told you
your mother told you not to outside
Your long long hair
flies away from your face
as we run to take cover away from the rain
We watch winter wail
as you tell me what you know
under the almost invisible glow
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7. |
Could Have Played Along
03:26
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I remember that ferry ride
back across the border
I remember that bar
where nobody knew my name
I remember the mountains
casting shadows over the wake from our boat
I could have played along
and let the wedding happen
my family wouldn’t have said a word
I could have played along
with my hands in my pockets
condemned with the rest of the herd
do you remember that July dinner
back on the east coast?
do you remember that bar
where nobody knew our names?
do you remember the buildings
casting shadows over the paint on the road
I could have played along
and let the wedding happen
my family wouldn’t have said a word
I could have played along
with my hands in my pockets
condemned with the rest of the herd
say it out loud
say it out loud to me
say it out loud to yourself
say it out loud
say it out loud
say it out loud now
You could have played along
and let the wedding happen
your family wouldn’t have said a word
We could have played along
with our hands in our pockets
condemned with the rest of the herd
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8. |
Ellis
03:30
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I’m gonna write you every day
gonna tell a different story
sitting by the window pane
watching the smoke rise out of the factory
you should see the ships come in
bodies spilling out onto the grass
all of us clutching our papers
with nervous eyes
skyscrapers mock the gravestones as they rise
as boots meet ground, fears hide behind clouds
on this isle ellis
eyes stretch upward north, searching only for
a shape to find familiar
look at these calloused hands
meant for tending to the land
now a little out of place
watching the smoke rise out of the factory
you should see what they built
might make you cry, might make you laugh
imagine tilting your neck
all the way back and…
skyscrapers mock the gravestones as they rise
as boots meet ground, fears hide behind clouds
on this isle ellis
eyes stretch upward north, searching only for
a shape to find familiar
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