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Blossom
02:29
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He chuckles into space
At her disapproving face
As he takes the crystal glassware from its ornamental case
Along the window sills
Beside dispenser packs of pills
Are the fragrance bottles salvaged from the sale
She would joke his perfume was brown ale
He reads the labels over
And wades through grass and clover
The book of British trees clasped in his hand
And he gathers fallen blossom from the land
Bending takes a while
But its better with a smile
It’s good to work his muscles in the sun
The joy is in the doing not the done
The scent is fairly strong
But it really won’t last long
So precious quick the petals start to brown
Once more into the fields in dressing gown
He ties each sandwich bag with a disused Christmas tag
And documents the scent with studious care
Then he shuffles round the house that he once shared with his spouse
And he fills up every piece of crystalware
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Origami Bird
03:30
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We spent our summers reaching
For sticklebacks in streams
But yesterday’s a false friend
Though distantly, she gleams
Now we’re older
Still buffered by the company we keep
We’re mostly seated
Deafened by the lullaby of sleep
We couldn’t always buy things
So we made them with our hands
Floating boats from paper
And planes with rubber bands
Echoes cast long shadows
But they’re devils in disguise
The nowness of the moment
Conceals its own demise.
Time in the creases of an origami bird
Each fold and recess holds a story to be heard
Pull the head and tail and moments rise in flight
Droplets in a mist that melts the light
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Hold Your Breath
03:41
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There were many of them
They were gathered near the wood
We had only handmade tools
And the clothes in which we stood
When the fire was started and
The forest filled with smoke
Soon we saw the doubled frames
Of nearby village folk
The ruling party wielded
The means to terrify
But evil only triumphs
When we good men stand by
Miners brought the mercury
That made the river bend
Bolsonaro’s loggers
Will leave nothing to defend
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April's Ides
03:14
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Down by the boats
After the rain
Nightfall on April’s Ides
Caught in her eyes
Rife fireflies
Light up the lake like runway guides
Here’s a life worth living
Tumbles from her tongue
With one soft endorsement
Healing has begun
Always on me
Worn like gold
Always make your story bold
I try to keep
Out of the deep
Wading the pregnant lake
Devils begin
Under the skin
Crafting the apple not to take
Here’s a life worth living
Tumbles from her tongue
Words forever giving
Words to keep me young
Always on me
Worn like gold
Always make your story bold
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5. |
Stand In Line
04:42
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I’ve got my 55 inch TV mounted on the wall
Near my bed
And I try to listen closely to what is said
Though I’m tired and old
But my life and the lives of those I love
Make too much sound
That rattle and drag like ghost chains
Along the ground
So I will go stand in line
This is how we break the bind
Come snow or rain or shine
Where is this whole go circus gonna go?
Our children, their children need to know
Don’t be a domino
It’s been a winter unlike all before
And I’ve lived through war (all fall done)
There are wolves, and bailiffs and deadliest outside my door
For a change
One hundred thousand as I write this note
Each with a name (and that’s just here)
It’s enough to make you wonder what we hold dear
And if we’re really all the same
So I will go stand in line
This is how we break the bind
Come snow or rain or shine
Where is this whole go circus gonna go?
Our children, their children need to know
Put a cross in the box and go
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Skye Winter
04:08
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Greatcoats
03:41
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8. |
Guns
03:29
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9. |
I See Me
02:52
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10. |
Spin Ballerina
03:38
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11. |
The Riverbank
04:03
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The Powdered Earth England, UK
The Powdered Earth are Gloucester, UK based writer/producer duo George Moorey and Shane Young.
gentle sounds, kind words, fiction and real life stories in song shaped wrappers
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