1. |
Sand I
01:13
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2. |
Torn (Cushing)
04:59
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Memory is torn apart
Up the road in Cushing Park
Field grass all prairie dense
Twisted helix chain-link fence
Orange on the playground bars
Cracking in the pavement tar
Remember it in 96’?
That place looks a lot like this
There I go again with my head cocked looking backwards
Another day yet to regret when I get older
Another year and I’ll be feeling even less wise
Every moment past: golden and aggrandized
Memory is bruised and hurt
Outside Cushing Baptist Church
Crucifix’s cracking stain
Broken basement windowpane
Matted orange carpet floor
Creaking hinges, every door
Remember in in 98’?
Before we all could see its fate
There I go again with my head cocked looking backwards
Another day yet to regret when I get older
Another year and I’ll be feeling even less wise
Once again, mourning every day ahead of time
Could I not see this place?
Have my eyes just opened up?
Could I not hear its voice?
Have my ears just opened up?
Could I not speak its name?
Has my mouth just opened up?
Could I not feel its pulse?
Has my heart just opened up?
It’s tearing me up
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3. |
Pictures (Duluth)
05:57
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Twisted fingers, wedding pictures
Coffee filters, sponge bath
Whispered stories of a father
Chimney sweeper, hands in ash
Memories of us together
Roller coaster, Easter ham
Spring is coming; April showers
And your body will burn
With the season’s turn
Run to Duluth
Run till the feeling can’t find you
Hide from the truth
Hide from yourself
Run to Duluth
Run till your legs cannot carry you
Burry the proof
Lie to yourself
Twisted fingers, funeral pictures
Like a sister, after mass
Untold stories of a lover
Stoic figure, 10 years past
Memories of us together
Lefsa butter, walking cast
Summer fades into September
And your body will sink
With the season’s blink
A picture of you
Standing on Grey Ocean Blue
Reflection splitting with the tide
It looks like Duluth
The water extends beyond view
And draws a line against the sky
Run to Duluth
Run till the feeling can’t find you
Run from the truth
Hide from yourself
But what do you do?
Knowing the feeling will follow you
You can go to Duluth
But you’re stuck with yourself
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White snow powdering the Earth
It gathers into clouds, collapsed
That float above the faded grass
It falls embroidering the wind
Silhouetting empty trees
In clumps like dandelion seed
Then over and over
The spring comes; it’s over
Raccoons and rabbits elope
Over and over
The days they get longer
And warmer it fills me with hope
But I want to snap its feral neck
Burn it till there’re only ashes left
What, should I watch it fall apart?
Another year left to slip into the dark
You do not have to be a ventriloquist
To speak your anger through a fist
You do not have to be a geologist
To know how to throw a stone
Calico in evening sky
Crowded branches full of leaves
That clap against the summer breeze
Water folding at the shore
Orange in a beam of light
Lilly pads and taconite
Then Over and over
The fall comes it’s over
Your breath like smoke in the cold
Over and over
Pass over October
November, December’s in tow
And I want to kiss its fevered head
Show it that the spring will come again
I know we all will fall apart
Burning alive should at least warm your heart
You do not need to be a philanthropist
To sometimes want to give a shit
You do not have to be a theologist
To know some things are born again
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5. |
Sand II
00:48
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6. |
Growing (Backus)
05:14
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Backus you will live in my heart
Until the end of time
Yes, my heart and in my mind
Filtered through the sapphire hue
Of morning light
Backus hold us close and let
The whole world fall behind
I am yours and you are mine
We will live forever
Holy and enshrined
When your head is cold from thinking
Backus bring us understanding
When your eyes are red from seeing
Backus show us the beginning
When your mouth is dry from speaking
Backus keep our faces grinning
When your heart is hard from feeling
Backus hold us never let us go
Growing old ain’t so bad honey
We both know that some things can’t be changed
Growing old ain’t so bad darling
I’m growing old with you
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When your heart is hard from feeling
Backus hold us teach us both that…
Growing old ain’t so bad darlin
Age can bring some understanding
Growing old ain’t so bad honey
Life is more than drugs and money
Growing old ain’t so bad darlin
I could use some practice listening
Growing old ain’t so bad honey
I’m growing old with you
Backus we both know that there
Are things you can’t define
And our love is of this kind
We will live forever
Deaf and dumb and blind
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7. |
Scrimshaw (Iceland)
04:58
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Black desert sand
Carpet moss on broken land
Water nitrous blue
Trees of smoke from the Earth grew
The tectonic rift
Tessellations on a cliff
All the clouds were thick
Flying into Keflavik
They got thinner
Up at Glymur
Never met another moment
That could hang like that
Put a cork in the hour glass
Can’t believe it came to pass
Couldn’t help but toss a rock
Into that great abyss
A pill-less moment of golden bliss
Life can often be a gift
But in an instant
It was distant
I felt kind of sick
The days we spent in Reykjavik
Never-ending sun
Like the Earth no longer spun
A harbor town just like Duluth
Scrimshaw on a whale’s tooth
But then that week did end
As I was forced to comprehend
That we’re still spinning
Fighting, clinging
In another week I’ll carry on
Maybe a month just to find out what went wrong
Shouldn’t take longer than a year
To find a way that I can live beyond the fear
Of moving forward
Onward, upward
Over and over again
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8. |
Ash (St. Cloud)
06:26
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In another year, will this still be here?
All the old bar dust
The plumbing rust
The faded bucktooth floorboards
And what of them?
All the folks that smoke
Talk of bathroom ghosts
Spring air on the granite veranda
In a year it could disappear
Breathe out in
Repeat over and over again
Until you can find that place
Breathe out in
Repeat over and over again
Know you cannot escape
In another year, will this still be here
All the duck taped tears
On carpet stairs
That creak and the smell of the old king
And what of them?
All the shows recalled
On the cluttered walls
Hung proud, like stars in the hallway
But in a year it will disappear
Breathe out in
Repeat over and over again
Until you can find that place
Breathe out in
Repeat over and over again
Know you cannot escape
Breathe out in
You are not alone
Breathe out in
And in each moment when they pass
Know that all will return to ash
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9. |
Sand III
01:12
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10. |
Release (Ely)
04:22
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Again it’s July
But there aren't any
Lights in the sky
No smoke in the air
No bombs going off
In the yard
All that has changed
Casualties
Coming of age
Old friend, don’t you speak?
Your grass painted knees
You’re fast running past
In a blur
Can I please?
Concede?
Forget?
Release?
August, and we
Are going north
To stay in Ely
See wolves in a cage
Blueberry Sunday
Sunrise light piercing pine
Glowing fog
Remember July?
Memories can blind
With their light
Old friend, you don’t speak
You don’t feel, you can’t see
You’re a whisper
Misheard on the wind
Can I please?
Concede?
Forget?
Release?
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11. |
Crochet (I-94)
06:43
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The windowpane
Crocheted in rain
In slow-motion
The empty sky
Hot bending light
In slow-motion
The green again
Ignites in red
In slow-motion
The lampshade glow
From starlit snow
In slow-motion
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12. |
Stories (St. Joseph)
04:54
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Today is not a story
This year is not a book
Often there are no lessons
From them that can be took
A life, its destination
Imaginary things
It was what is now wanted
What it needs, it will bring:
Another ring around the eye
Another trip around the sun
Another day to lay in wait
Another year to come undone
Done
D o n e
D o n e
D o n e
D o n e
D o n e
D o n e
D o n e
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13. |
Sand IV
03:00
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David Lindstrom St Cloud, Minnesota
David Lindstrom, described as "captivating, haunting, abstract and perplexing" (Nanobot Rock), is an eclectic band from central Minnesota. Their music spans from intricately finger picked folk rock to dark ambient soundscapes resulting in songs that are "rhythmically complex and creatively engaging" (Divide and Conquer). ... more
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