1. |
Woolgatherer
04:00
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oh wood, I wouldn't give you up
to be outside, outlie
I'm thinking like an extra color or two would do, wouldn't you say?
oh wood, I wouldn't give you up
to be outside, outlie
wait up for the extra others, so few
can't help but think of you
I know, I know
oh wood, I wouldn't let you go
rosy shift, the fox, the quick, the painted few
I'm working on myself a lot, I promise
I'll make it up to you with all the extra things I find
in my time outside
moon, come up
river, take us up
I'm working on myself a lot, I promise
sickly in the stream
wet behind the dream
oh kid, I couldn't let you know
'cause I'm too high
and you're not mine
anymore
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2. |
Two Davids
01:40
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two Davids,
two moms, two bibles, maybe
two wombs, two hearts, two dreams of babies
two boys are waiting
at worst for things with eyes and wings
to field the fame and flame the fanning of our brains
two Davids
two sets of knees to crawl and feel on
two yokes no wheels on
a ring of absolutes and things with leaves and roots and patience
two songs to David
maybe I will call my sons David too
maybe then I'll have my Davids two
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3. |
Mane
03:41
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something I wish I'd ever told you
hurrying back to twenty, -one, -two
is thinking about those greenish-colored eyes are on the first of
every wet and humbled head ashamed of love
I'm serious, man, I can't stop feeling
going out naked nature, air thin
coming on home to sand and water, lamb and slaughter, first of
holiday time and making pie
something I wish I'd ever told you
is flying on planes I'd like to hold you
and nerves like never justified the feeling inside the first of
many old worries
and it's worth it to me
to skate around the bad times
and all the little feelings
get tucked away at bed times
what does it mean to take someone's heart?
and how do I dare not take it apart?
'cause thumbs and knuckles all are white with innocent spite the first of
typical sign of dark night
what do I say if taking my time means rushing all the wrong things?
I'd rather you take my mane
and deal with the bucking and fucking up again because
it's worth it to me
to skate around the bad times
and all the little feelings
get tucked away at bed times
and I never really
would think about tomorrow
'cause gurgling and reeling
I'd wile away and drown in maple sorrow
autumn, breast of fall
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4. |
Short Hair
02:55
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you have short hair, but your face is so long
you have short hair, but you grew it too long
I was a fan of your short hair, but you grew it too long
I was in love with your short hair, but you waited too long
hey, would you cut it?
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5. |
Reach
03:30
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so when I was leaving I was left
whichin' through the thinkins in my head
all of yours and all of them divine
the sulfur in your nose and all the thrill of being out of
...reach...
...reach...
...reach...
...reach...
so when I was leaving you were right
never not for meeting for a ride
of bluish days on cider syrup highs
apple seeds and sighing cyan sky
were out of
...reach...
...reach...
...reach...
...reach...
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6. |
Homes
02:57
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how can I oblige
when all the things
beneath my being
are true?
and oh, so few
a greater place I've never been than homes
and wild are the ones I call my own
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7. |
Right Sleep
05:24
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like all of water, as in daughter, as in skin
our little brother, as in brother, as in kin
and although my worries just keep on peeking through
our little worries, as in worries, I've a few
but by the half-light of my green light I will sleep right sleep tonight
waiting, feeling
summer's birth
in me, in me
when I have problems, that is troubles in my heart
when I have a little thing that's threatening to eat up me
when I have inklings, that is feelings of a mess
I turn to you and I turn to you and I turn to thy and I turn to thee
and by the half-light of my green light I will sleep right sleep tonight
naked, green
patient things
like water
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8. |
Mom Talk
02:21
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I took a train and went to an island off so
I took my swimming trunks and a book of love words
I rode my bike and sang songs onto the boardwalk
I opened up my throat
and I will not forget to send a photo of
got in a car and went to a mountain peak peak
put on a pack a jacket to walk a mile
I opened every throat and made love in nature
said “sorry,” sun it's gone away
we were not scared
I might have turned my phone off (I might have tried to)
I might have hurt my ankle (I might have tried to)
I might have eaten something (I might have tried two)
I might have taken off but
Evan didn't come and I was earthen son
hey mom, what do you want to talk about today?
I was a way and my friends were too
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9. |
Mukraker
03:35
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muckraker
are you so
are you so
convinced that what the world needs is another faker?
do you know
do you know
that I would wait for you for a day or two?
muckraker
are you so
are you so
worried on things that seem to me to be a little like favors?
even though
even though
my time is spent forgetting where and when I go
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10. |
All
01:50
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re: your woe
I will take what I can
all I want to say is all your woe is mine is all I want to say
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11. |
Anne
05:58
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I've been told that you've been thinking about me
but I don't know if all my thinkins are real
check your face with mine and see if I am smiling
am I smiling?
my, I miss you
I'm all grown hoping you will open up our mouths filled with glue
if picking up the telephone's the hardest work I've ever known
I'll be right back, I gotta go
I cannot talk, but then again I never did and so
check your face with mine and see if I am smiling
am I smiling?
my, I miss you and I would take a rush of blood
to see your head a crown of loving
all I want is all I want and all I want is all I want
if all I want is all
I want to see you
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Conveyor New York
Conveyor is a Brooklyn-based music project that grew out of a wandering tarot of musicians. Full of lucid, homey synths layered over acoustic guitars and harmonious vocals, they channel extraterrestrial bible-thumpers drenched in love, spouting acid-soaked pop unafraid to beam with the simultaneous acceptance of life/death realities backed by a polyrhythmic, pulsing backdrop. ... more
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