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Indian Island, 1860
05:32
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INDIAN ISLAND, 1860
Swiftly the night has come
Run as the rabbits run
Flitting our feet bare
Over shore there
Flicker of firelight
Watch from the waterside
Sounding of glad feet
Thick like heartbeats
Voice of a mother sings
Carries on fluttering
Down to the shoreline
I see a boat climb
Great sight and noise
Bird’s flight in poise
Pale hands and face
White sands red laced
Hard light around
Ignites the ground
Can’t run, can’t hide
No sun will rise
None is the sound, none is the sound
Comes from my brother’s mouth, turned to the ground
Cold is the kiss, cold is the kiss,
Comes from my mother’s lips, cold is the…
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2. |
Tim McLean
01:23
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TIM MCLEAN
Morning on the rise
End of summer time
Ticket in my hand
Alberta fair and grand
Greyhound pulls away
Bound for Winnipeg
Prairies and the grass
Forehead on the glass
The shadow and the knife
Come calmly in the night
Take my face
Take my life
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3. |
Boston Molasses Flood
06:00
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BOSTON MOLASSES FLOOD (for Anthony di Stasio)
Light—on a winter sun arise
With an azure cold and bright
And my sisters spin and stride
The Bay—like a ship toward it stray
In my mind to dance and sway
But my feet, the street, they stay
Sound—like a girdle pulled around
Takes my breath and weighs me down
Like a burden, like a crown
Copp’s hill, horses drag their weight still
Cobblestones and Paul Revere’s home
Seagulls rise over Ironsides
Shadow falls, molasses tank walls
Loom—a sudden noise blooms
Rooms—they collapse and consume
Trapped like rats within
Rail—Elevated from the gale
Sees the city swim
Face—I turn to meet the Grace
And it takes me up within
Light—in the Mercy, all’s right
And it takes me home again
Light—in the Mercy, all’s right
And it takes me home again
Light—in the Mercy, all’s right
And it takes me home again
Light—in the Mercy, all’s right
And it takes me home again
Light—in the Mercy, all’s right
And it takes me home again
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4. |
Hartford Circus Fire
04:39
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HARTFORD CIRCUS FIRE (for Robert Dale Segee)
Oh my God, the day is broad
Awakened with a loud...
Oh dear Lord, I can’t ignore
Or mitigate the cloud
Take my thoughts and take my vision
Hold my body fast
In the bathroom stall the siren
Calls me out at last
Oh, desire
What inspired?
Set my hand to
Set the fire
Man of red and threats envisioned
Horses run me down
History with slight revision
Everything resounds
All my heart’s addiction, dereliction
Beaten brow
Will I be abated, recreated
Or allowed?
Oh, desire
What inspired?
Set my hand to
Set the fire
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5. |
Jean-Dominique Bauby
07:25
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JEAN-DOMINIQUE BAUBY (Locked-In Syndrome)
Hope—what is the word?
A broken believer
God is only a word
Invoked by a griever
Life—what is your gown?
The skirt of my window
Death—where is your crown?
The fold of my pillow
Took my child, sweet and mild
With his bags by the doorway
If our voice finds rejoice
We are glad for an old way
In this light, every sight
Takes the pallor of mourning
Call it relief in the backseat
Call it, briefly, a mooring
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SWAN SONG (for Chang and Eng)
The Siamese twin who broke a limb
The brother shed a tear
A kindred host, a pest at most
A parasite we fear
Familiar head, a perfect bed
To kiss and lay us down
A shadow from the falling sun
At times is like a sound
The broken son, a paragon
Familiar song to hear
Like wire pulled, a breath annulled
Familiar song, my dear
At times it seems the rafter beams
Are sudden seams of light
And I, the swan, arise at dawn
With lucid dreams of flight
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7. |
Seventh Day (Luna Moth)
02:01
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SEVENTH DAY (Luna Moth)
I can’t believe in the sight
Found you on the Sumac branch tonight
Blooming like a fire in the tree
Touched your wing, the ribbons green
And tumbling
Oh, the summer time
Oh, the maritime
Oh, the faulted flight
Oh, the coming light
Peace to thee, peace to thee
Majesty, majesty
Seventh day, seventh day,
Giveth life and takes away
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(CODA - MY ONLY SUNSHINE)
You are my Sunshine
My only Sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know, Dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my Sunshine away
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Zac Bauman Sacramento, California
Zac Bauman is a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, producer, and recording artist specializing in intricate fingerstyle guitar arrangements and layered 'baroque pop' bedroom recordings.
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