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It’s a series
Of sleepless nights
It’s a shuffle
Of the sheets
Where the mind is in
A murky way
Running scenes
Across a screen
And the things that
Seemed so solid
Dissipate
And float away
Everything in space
Moving into place
As we make it
Through the days
All the little things
In our crowded streets
All fall before our feet
It’s a pinpoint hole
Where light arrives
It’s the birdsong
In the night
Where the water from
The purest rain
Diffracts
The morning light
Everything in space
Moving into place
As we make it
Through the days
All the little things
In our crowded streets
All fall before our feet
And don’t don’t try
To understand these times
Just sing sing sing
A bird's song in the night
Everything in space
Moving into place
As we make it
Through the days
All the little things
In our crowded streets
All fall before our feet
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6:30 in the morning darkness
Wait for the ferry in a sleepy silence
It appears with a bright white spotlight
We shuffle feet and make our way aboard
Little do we speak
We sink into our seats
Or slumber all the way
To our jobs where will finally
Awaken on our feet
With caffeinated greetings
But for now now now
We are all all
Very very weary
And we're all all
Married to the ferry
We are all all
Very very weary
And we're all all
Married to the ferry
Newspapers
And the phones start glowin'
Skyscrapers
And a red sun growin'
Black smoke from this cold old boat
Coughs its way into another day
Little do we speak
We sink into our seats
Or slumber all the way
To our jobs where we will finally
Awaken on our feet
With caffeinated greetings
But for now now now
We are all all
Very very weary
And we're all all
Married to the ferry
We are all all
Very very weary
And we're all all
Married to the ferry
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Dawn hit the city
Of diamond shine
Up to the top of the
Hill we climbed
We set our minds so high
And when we reached the sky
We released
We're calling out
We're calling out
We're calling out
Oh all these hills
Where the spirits reign
Cleanse out our hearts
And come down again
And when we reach the ground
To all the city sounds
We release
We're calling out
We're calling out
We're calling out
Oh all these hills
Are within us all
All are within you
At your own call
You need not climb to start
Just open up your heart
You will see
It's calling out
It's calling out
It's calling out
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How you glow
And you glow
Without showing
How you know
What you know
Without knowing
It could last forever
Or it could last an hour
When everything unfolds
With a supple power
It's a song
That is just
Passing through
And if you
Try hard
To catch it
It's gone gone gone
Into nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Unbelievable dreams
We keep having
And they just seem to get
Even better
They could last forever
Or they could last an hour
When everything unfolds
With a supple power
It's a song
That is just
Passing through
And If you
Try hard
To catch it
It's gone gone gone
Into nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Outside Chiang Rai
There's a white temple
With these silver mirrors
Shining through the trees
There's a black house nearby
Burnt wood coal
With these horns and bones
And ashes rise
To the sky
To the sky
Into nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Into nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
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Fine Day
02:50
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It's a fine day
Everybody makes
Their way down to the beach
The mosquitos
Are joyful as can be
For all the world's a feast
And the dogs are
Swaying with their fleas
Through the island breeze
Such a
Merry
Merry
Merry day
When everything's at play
On this
Fine
Fine day
There are of golden rays
In the jungle
The banana leaves
And the flowers seem to
Blink
And wink
And think
If only for a moment
By the seaside
Pineapple is grilling
Sandy sandal feeling
As the night falls
Citronella candles
Customers all ramble
Then a storm shakes
The South China Sea
Where the thunder claps
In threes
And the
Merry
Merry
Merry wind
Is nipping at the trees
In this
Fine
Fine time
See rain move in
On the beaches
People laugh and scream
And they run for cover to
Hide
Inside Inside
If only for a moment
We're so
Happy
Happy
Happy
Happy
To watch the rain outside
See our neighbours
Grab their hanging clothes
And swiftly move inside
All the snapshots
We've gathered from the day
Have found their way
Back home
We've found a
Merry
Merry
Merry way
To project them on the wall
We'll see a
Fine
Fine day
Where there are golden rays
In the jungle
The banana leaves
And the flowers seem to
Blink
And wink
And think
If only for a moment
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6. |
Turn
04:10
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I won't turn away from
A heartbeat that rumbles
The drums of a sudden rain shower
The moonlight that wanes
Or the echo of trains
The retreat of the blue wildflower
I won't turn away from
A river that trickles
A slow measured loss
Of my powers
But each early day
To evening light
That shines upon
The softness
Of your shoulder
How we fell into
Each other's worlds
The steady way
We gradually
Grow older
And I love you
More each day
Though I sing
What I should say
When I hold you
Once again
I am home
I won't turn away from
The seasons of dreaming
The landscapes we one day
Would see
The halls of the castles
The cliffs off of Big Sur
The ferns in a Wellington world
Blue mountains in Sydney
The stalls in Hanoi
The thunder through rooftops
We've heard
And each early day
To evening light
That shines upon
The softness
Of your shoulder
How we fell into
Each other's worlds
The steady way
We gradually
Grow older
And I love you
More each day
Though I sing
What I should say
When I hold you
Once again
I am home
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Painted Scene
02:59
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Every window view
Is a flash in the pan
Into what will be
Or what could have been
You've been lost in thought
In this mountain shed
But there's the county fair
Hear the carousel
And the clouds in your eyes
Give way to the sky
A hundred fading days
Into a fresh painted scene
Wander through the weeds
To the Tilt-A-Whirl
Cotton candy puffs
Firecracker snaps
There's a man onstage
Singing "Blackbird fly..."
And all the birds in the trees
Seem to scatter like leaves
And the clouds in your eyes
Give way to the sky
A hundred fading days
Into a fresh painted scene
See the crowd disperse
Scribble lines of verse
Fold up this day
Then turn away
It's a long, long way
To a hollow place
But you will open your door
Let the air waft in
And the clouds in your eyes
Give way to the sky
A hundred fading days
Into a fresh painted scene
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She works a hostess job that pays
A bit above minimum wage
Though she once earned an Art degree
He does the dishes in the back
Leans up against that old glass rack
And whistles songs among the grease
And every night he mops the place
Then takes her hand to dance
And sings another unique masterpiece
And when they're dancing with each other
A distant song has been recovered
That is only understood between the lovers
They see a movie Sunday night
Then take a ride under the lights
And watch a glorious sunrise
They chat about the films they’ve seen
The places they have never been
And probably will never see
And though she only wanted fun
Somehow she knows that in this one
A history has just begun
And when they're dancing with each other
A distant song has been recovered
That is only understood between the lovers
They rent a place above the street
And watch the people on their feet
Go looking for that missing link
He does the dishes as she sleeps
And sees her paints that she still keeps
Awaiting underneath the sink
And as he watches down below
He feels her breath somehow he knows
Beneath all surfaces a glow
And when they're dancing with each other
A distant song has been recovered
That is only understood between the lovers
That is only understood between the lovers
That is only understood between the lovers
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In Kyoto
Pink white blossoms
Softly falling
After they bloom
Flocks of students
Come to sleep here
Wrapped in blankets
Under the trees
Tourists take photos
Unwittingly noting
An opening
Closing
Circling whirr
Thick in the hum
Of the
Bumblebee’s wings
Is an
Opening
Closing
Circling whirr
Just to live this
Moment with you
Floating petals
Like snow from above
It’s a fugue
With no beginning
An effusion
Of infinite themes
Cling to the bough
On a planet
That blooms in an
Opening
Closing
Circling whirr
Under the notions
Of birth and decay
Is an
Opening
Closing
Circling whirr
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See where you have been
See the moon in the trees
And the lights
By the side of the sea
Oh just to stay
Remain in this state
Where the lantern-lit faces
Let go with fastidious hands
And to move
Through this boundless joy
Divide the time with footprints
All the shooting stars
Lapis lazuli
Hidden fires in blue minds
Fall back to these streets
To a metronome click
In between every gap
In the stream
Back to the buildings
To a flurry of feet
That will smooth
The same space every day
And to wade
Through this station maze
Divide the time
With footprints
All the shooting stars
Lapis Lazuli
Just to
Stay stay stay
Stay stay stay
In this borrowed stream
Let it go Let it go
Let it go Let it go
Let it go
Stay stay stay
Through this
Wide blue dream
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11. |
Postcards (Fireflies)
02:39
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When we were young I placed
A plastic ring upon your finger,
You went back across the street,
Late for supper,
In the evening we sent signals,
Through our windows with our flashlights,
Like fireflies painting in the night.
The next month you moved away,
My tangled-haired friend,
In the backseat, waving as you pulled away,
Your postcard came in the mail yesterday,
A firefly from the past,
But the street is now wider than an ocean,
I’ve seen it all go by on
This dirty wallpaper.
So you’ve got your life together,
Survived the stormy weather,
Got a husband and two children of your own,
But I can see beyond your writing,
See you crying in the corner,
Of the bathroom, while your family is asleep,
But I’m sending you to sleep,
And when you dream you’ll see a sky of
a million fireflies.
Your postcard came in the mail yesterday,
A firefly from the past,
But the street is now wider than an ocean,
I’ve seen it all go by on
This dirty wallpaper.
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Dreary day
Beads of rain
Rolling down the window
Of this plane
Lifting off
Above the clouds
Sunlight fills the cabin
Once again
From the dark
Into the light
How the rays emerge
Above the rain
And if I could just
Spill this blue sky light
Into my dreams
I'd be a rainbowfish
Who glided
With the stream
You know the ones
Who move through life
A fluid sense of ease
Without a fight
Somewhere
In this misty mind
There’s got to be a speck
Of that white light
I’ve seen it
In my darkest nights
I've seen it in the corner
Of my sight
And if I could just
Spill this
Blue sky light
Into my dreams
I'd be a rainbowfish
Who glided
With the stream
And if I could just
Spill this
Blue sky light
Into my dreams
I’d be a rainbowfish
Who glided
With the stream
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Todd Warner Moore Hong Kong
What if they're just constructs?
If it comes
From within?
Our thoughts may seem like rocks
But a river runs everything thin.
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