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Another Year

by David Lindstrom

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1.
Sand I 01:13
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Sand II 00:48
6.
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 // 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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Sand III 01:12
10.
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?
11.
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
12.
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
13.
Sand IV 03:00

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“It’s possible that the most important towns to us are those that we only pass through. The blips on the highway map, the faded main streets, the outcroppings of houses surrounded by the sepia of cornfields. It’s possible that these little pockets of Midwestern obscurity might be the only towns that matter. ‘What do people do here all day?’ we muse, passing through while on our way to somewhere we think better. But if that little town were to dissolve, if its name were to leave the map, we’d notice right away, wouldn’t we? The next time we passed in that direction, we’d feel strangely empty. Something would be lost.
Because in the Midwest, where everything is so far apart,
we derive our notion of home from leaving it…”
-Stewart Lindstrom

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released November 18, 2020

Created by David Lindstrom:
Josh Pfohl: Bass
Nina Nelson: Mallet Percussion/ Vocals
Matt Nelson: Guitars/ Oud/ Vocals/ Orchestrations/ Visuals
Devin Tomczik on drums.

Additional performances:
Matt Dehnbostel: Violin/ Viola
Sean Jacobson: Trumpet/ Trombone

Recorded and Mixed by Matt Nelson at Greenspeak Studio
Additional Field Recordings captured onsite across Minnesota and Iceland.
Mastered by Greg Reierson at Rareform Mastering

Dedicated to our parents and grandparents, children and grandchildren.

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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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