1. |
One Good Reason
04:56
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One Good Reason
when name calling and throwing sticks is not the solution
and every single person you know is waiting on a train
try to find one good reason to challenge your twisted nerve
before you think about climbing that platform
about in the high rain how to keep warm
about trying to find out why you were born
about looking for a teacup so we can ride out the storm
when the view from the wall is distress and disorder
and the voices of the earth are lost in a screaming refrain
try to find one good reason to challenge your twisted nerve
before you think about climbing that platform
about in the high rain how to keep warm
about trying to find out why you were born
about looking for a teacup so we can ride out the storm
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2. |
Forever Raiders
03:18
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Forever Raiders
the road continues yet straight on its sphere
a way is past e’re approaching e’re near
in days torn by spires on this flat terrain
bare horizon calls with its fullest refrain
of constancy railing and chorus beneath
textured soil clouds on horizon’s wreath
in symphony rather than within a dearth
cloud flurries pull velvet hooves easily on this earth
pushed and urged I follow pulled and led I lead
they approach from all sides these raiders of yore
bearing fro and back in apparel of war
with exceptional rhythm in a steady stream
approaching calm presence disguised as a dream
pushed and urged I follow pulled and led I lead
muted and waiting, a woodwind without its reed
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3. |
Happy String
03:10
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Happy String
he bowed her earlobe lightly
to see what note might sing
the ribbon from her hair fell free
and crowned his knee a king
the bow untied was now so vain
a heavy useless wing
and the snow outside don’t mean a thing
so the bow upon her earlobe
to see what note might sing
sang a song upon its knee
and her head began to swing
the note fell from her mouth and sang
a horsehair happy string
and the snow outside don’t mean a thing
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4. |
Driving Memory
03:46
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Driving Memory
so I see a landscape tan in color
within whisps of grass
like hairs on a boar’s skin
wandering the country
available to drive
Emporia, Wichita, or Waverly goodbye
tunes from the radio
play reggae tip toes
from one fence post
to the next
keys in ionic fashion
stacks of notes latch on to words
and tip the scales upward
sorting tales of compassion
sun rays meet the grain rows
with low angled light
skimming right through
the foothills of Missouri
in these stanzas
except that we’re in Kansas
snow patches cloud batches
plateaus and rock wedges the land
your belief is so strong frozen pond
where cows don’t drink or stand
trees in lakes up to their ears
like Danielle on her walk
into the pool
their trunks disappear
curling trees split at the knees
burdened by snow’s weight
make cursive symbols
silhouette timbers
spelling and bound to navigate
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5. |
Sand
03:56
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Sand
I walk like I don’t know there’s a hole in my shoe
I feel it everywhere I go there’s a hole in my foot too
what happened to my shoe?
what other part of me can it happen to too?
where I go and where I been are the same
unless I duck down here to the side where I can reclaim
the ocean deep appears in my mind
a trail of sand is all I leave behind
sand on sand
sand on sand
sand on sand
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6. |
Tabernacle
04:08
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Tabernacle
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
her small stillness waiting wrinkled and spare
and I am painting my old kitchen white
stretching and swaying to gain greater height
brushing and rolling layer upon layer
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
a shroud of sheets like archangels in flight
hovers near while her eyes still burn and stare
and I am painting my old kitchen white
rushing to hold back inevitable night
in this rising tabernacle of prayer
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
her children surround her with love and fright
memorizing her lined face in despair
and I am painting my old kitchen white
a pale sun illumines this hallowed rite
casting pearls on her shimmer of hair
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
and I am painting my old kitchen white
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7. |
Oh Well
03:42
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Oh Well
love is abstract
these windows are cracked
the baseboards are quaking
and grieving
I went to the well
and into it fell
a scream
can be so deceiving
go go go go to the well
oh well
this echo will fade
the sound a charade
of something
I’m not really hearing
my shoes walk in wounds
my hands are harpoons
land or sea
this fog won’t be clearing
go go go go to the well
oh well
that fool on the hill
didn’t live there before
he’s living there still
a stain marks his door
his castle beset
all blind will and threat
a hollow tribune
don’t follow his tune
go go go go to the well
I said well well well
go to the well
go to the well
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8. |
Paper Kisses
03:48
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Paper Kisses
I remember there was a time
you brought me flowers all the time
like a lizard you like the rocks
playing your guitar with music that knocks
away those clocks
I remember there was a time
your kisses came in showers all the time
like a lizard you like the rocks
playing your guitar with music that knocks
away those clocks
romance of being a human being
this in you I’ll always be seeing
paper kisses you like the look
of my affection sealed in your book
paper kisses sealed in my book
paper kisses sealed in my book
paper kisses sealed in my book
I remember we had a rhyme
you rode your tune and I wrote mine
like a lizard you like the rocks
playing your guitar with music that knocks
away those clocks
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9. |
Rod of Iron
04:20
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Rod of Iron
you can touch me any time you want
it’s a power you have that surely you flaunt
I’m afraid
afraid that you think this movement in the street
is something that is like a parade
I’m afraid you’re going to touch me
with your rod of iron
kept in a plywood box lined with the news
you say this time things will be different
a barrel of blessings will flow
and from here on out our fingers
they’ll just know
but why must you pierce my side
with your rod of iron
I feel the warmth of your body when we climb into bed
I know every shadow and contour and can see them all in my head
the spell of your spent powder
whispers to me in my dreams
I awake and so tenderly
hold my rod of iron
I’m afraid you’re going to touch me with your rod of iron
why must you pierce my side with your rod of iron
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10. |
Birds of Rockport
05:17
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Birds of Rockport
I went to the Rockport beach today
saw a hot pink fluorescent bikinay
with tattoos runnin’ up and down her leg
and the seagulls struttin’ with their legs on backwards
with their sideways eyes on my saltine crackers
so I threw my snack at them and
they took it away
the sky was gray and the water too
that fluorescent bikini
made a nuclear view
I can tell my Rockport getaway is long overdue
now I know you
and you know me too
our love ain’t up for critical review
now the seagulls with the crackers
had to go and tell the others
they brought back their friends to
come sit among us
so now the little moochers are here to stay
you goofy bird beauties with your black face masks
red lipstick and white eyeliner
white suits and black wingtips
never looked finer
four girls backed into us flying their tiny plastic kites
with sun burnt legs like bright pink elastic tights
girls kites and crackers
what’s a seagull to do?
now I show you
how to help me through
tangled up in kite strings
what’s a girl to do?
the peacock at the Rockport trailer park
meows like a cat not like some kind of lark
draggin’ his tail feathers in the dirt
while washing dishes at the Oak Park kitchen sink
through the venetian blinds I see an owl
perched upon the big oak tree
the kids run outside jump right up off the couch
to test my claim see what’s the fuss about
he’s fake
on the lookout
no little birds allowed
now you show me
how to help you through
I can see you draggin’ your
tail feathers too
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11. |
Shakin' Grape Jelly
03:27
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Shakin’ Grape Jelly / When Doves Cry
the march wind blows purple
the color when the mountain laurels bloom
the magenta crepe myrtle
a shift to the red we are led to assume
that the world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly
this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly
dig if you will the picture
of you and I engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me
can you my darling
can you picture this?
this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly
dream if you can a courtyard
an ocean of violets in bloom
animals strike curious poses
they feel the heat
the heat between me and you
this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly
how can you just leave me standing?
alone in a world that’s so cold
maybe I’m just too demanding
maybe I’m just like my father too bold
maybe you’re just like my mother
she’s never satisfied
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like
when doves cry
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12. |
Gallop and Fly
05:37
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Gallop and Fly
walk as far as you can go
little steps
generations in tow
once you danced like
you could really gallop and fly
talk my ear through what you know
your words are like birds
over borders although
dance you must like
you can really gallop and fly
gallop and fly
your words on the line
faded in the wait
so what’s the point?
no proof of your pain
underground travel plans
up for debate
birds over borders
cemented gates in place
way down underground
dark roots below
day dream of the world above
know nothing of the light and sky
when you go
when you go
so far from home
sunlight goes beyond and gone
shadows longing darkness comes
now you dance like
you can really gallop and fly
gallop and fly
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13. |
Seven Silos
03:37
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Seven Silos
seven little shotgun shells
is all that it took
seven little silos full of pain
even though his hands were tied
the judge he threw the book
makes no sense there’s nothing to explain
AHOOOOO
train is coming
round the bend
train is coming
round the bend
OOOAHOOO --- OOAHOOO
when the law of the land is lost at sea
when justice has but one foot on the shore
the distance between right and wrong
grows wider by the hour
time and tide do little but endure
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14. |
Poplars and Thistles
04:13
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Poplars and Thistles
no columbine or roses here refresh
the lonely longing instilled upon this day
lingering held in a simple mesh
falling through patterns as we do but sway
no roadside flowers greet this Sunday
we’ve torn the edges along the way
awed by long rivers black tar roadways
each hungered by the stains along the way
looking only forward never sideways
sensing glances from the other yet strained
no roadside flowers greet this Sunday
we’ve torn the edges along the way
as pines give way to very blatant poplars
we set aside the scant thought of thistles
and try to forget scent of tar
aiming toward flatlands of moss and missiles
no roadside flowers greet this Sunday
we’ve torn the edges along the way
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15. |
Quelle Lune
05:26
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Quelle Lune
quelle lune quelle lune
que nous avons ce soir
quelle lune quelle lune
what a moon we have tonight
quelle lune
que nous avons ce soir
quelle lune
what a moon we have tonight
waiting and waiting all morning long
tout la matinée
j’éspère tout la matinée
and never you I see
quelle lune quelle lune
que nous avons ce soir
quelle lune, quelle lune
what a moon we have tonight
listening and listening
to magical sounds
toute l’apres midi
ecouton toutes les sons de magiques
all this day I see
quelle lune quelle lune
que nous avons ce soir
quelle lune quelle lune
what a moon we have tonight
quelle lune
que nous avons ce soir
quelle lune
what a moon we have tonight
listening and listening
all evening long
to the sounds of stars
ecoutant toute la soirée
ecoute les son des étoiles!
quelle lune
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Wolverton Magdalena, New Mexico
The core collective is Kate Terrell, Caralyn Snyder, Hills Snyder, our key collaborator, Joe Reyes, and others who come and
go, sit in or otherwise join the Wolverton musical family.
Lyrically, Wolverton is unanchored, very visual and moving equally through memory, story, and association, with dark streaks of tradition.
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