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Down to the Earth
04:10
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City at night, shop front bright
I can’t see a north star to follow
Confused and sleepless
An endless dawn chorus
It’s flawless and tuneless and hollow
I feel like an ants' nest
In a tupperware box
God I need to swarm,
Every billboard is a stained glass window
To a church
I don’t want to belong to
I’m going down to the earth
To the deep deep earth
To be made of earth
To be made of stone
Those nine maidens weren’t caught dancing
They were never caught at all
They are waiting in eternal patience
A love so deep it got geological
Like medusa’s most faithful lover
All petrified and chthonic
There’s only one thing wrong
With turning to stone
It’s that you don’t get to write your own myth
I’m going down to the earth (...)
With black beetles and phoridae and pine needles
And leaf mold and rain rubbing me away
Into clay into chalk dust
The rich smell of autumn
That reminds us that life
Begins with decay
I’m going down to the earth (...)
Don’t point those happy pills at me
I don’t subscribe to the myth
We should always be happy
I guess with lives so high rise and airborne
It’s easy to forget where you’re from
I’m going down to the earth (...)
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Kite Strings
03:41
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I know what you'd say
But aren't here to say it
They tell me that you're in me now
But I don't always recognise the you in them
And besides
I can't hear your voice
On the end of the line
Saying my name
With joy and surprise
I wade into the sea for you
Someone should feel
The water's cool on this beautiful day
Memories tug at my hands like kite strings
If I whisper the right words maybe they'll fly
I know what you'd say
But you aren't here to say it
There's a tiger in your garden
And a whole orchestra in your living room
And as I wake
I feel your finger tips on my shoulder
So much impossibility
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I know what you'd say
But you aren't here to say it
I hear you softly sighing
Reminding me it was your time
And telling me to watch out
For those puffy little clouds
Cos that's you and Barbara
In heaven, getting high
I wade into the sea for you
Someone should feel
The water's cool on this beautiful day
Memories tug at my hands like kite strings
If I whisper the right words maybe they'll fly
I know what you'd say
But you aren't here to say it
They tell me that you're in me now
But I don't always recognise the you in them
And besides, I can't hear your voice
On the end of the line
On the end of the line
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Sometimes you just need to go to the park
And fill your pockets with conkers
Do some breathing, see what's alive.
Today I'll be having rain on my red
And a spontaneous Goldsworthian ring
And a hat that slips off my ears as I walk
And the smell of leaves dissolving
And the smell of leaves dissolving.
And I love how you see new things as the light fades,
White Japanese anemones rise like lanterns
And I see you framed in your darkening garden
Rising from a chair and thought fills your face
Illuminated by the fading
Illuminated by the fading
Sometimes I get washed away by floods
That no-one else can see
But I'm adept at grasping branches
And continuing the conversation horizontally
And today I'll be having rain on my red
And a spontaneous Goldsworthian ring
And a hat that slips off my ears as I walk
And the smell of leaves dissolving
And the smell of leaves dissolving
And the smell of leaves dissolving
Sometimes you just need to go to the park
And fill your pockets with conkers
And I carry your memory with me
Along with all of the conkers.
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Theme Park in Winter
02:52
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At the theme park in winter
The colours are still there
Though the fountain we jumped in last summer
Is under the snow
The gates are all locked now
Though I’d love to be inside
Holding your hand
And walking with you
I watch a crow glide
Giving its weight to
Invisible airflows to carry and hold
We too are borne by
So much that we can’t see
Or even begin to explain
Twisting teal tracks rise
Above a pale sky
Frost licks the fruit
Of an unearthly tree
Under the grey we all wait to arise
Anticipation, sweet as icecream
At the theme park in winter
You can remember the scent
Of candy floss and the cries
Of the people enjoying the rides
But it’s here in the winter
I feel this strange peace
I feel free, and I wish you were here
Walking with me
Walking with me
Walk here with me
Where
Twisting teal tracks rise
Above a pale sky
Frost licks the fruit
Of an unearthly tree
Under the grey we all wait to arise
Anticipation, sweet as icecream
Walk here with me (...)
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Rebecca Clamp Finland
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