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Placate the Atmosphere
03:48
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One of the lightning waits-
That is your coroner, don’t be late!
He strolls to the bar and takes the partner off of your hands.
Isn’t life dark and grand?
Bring back the band!
Oh, isn’t it in some ways your stunned and stubbled hand not responding to your demand?
Out from the atmosphere
Nothing is going to be come ‘more clear’
It’s your last chance, it’s your wavering hand, and the chance it is up
Tell me what the crow knows
Why do you want me, and keep me around?
When will you plant me into the ground?
Don’t let the dove outside
He can’t take the cold, he isn’t sharp in the night
He wonders if you will go, just the same as he will into darkness
You need to placate the atmosphere
If you don’t understand that...
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Back to the Bubble
02:47
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Where do we go, now we’re in trouble?
Back to the bowl? Back to the bubble?
I fed the marrow to a hollow
Inside the hickory, Calliope
Down by the bank, we grew some bramble
I dug a hole, in which to stumble
Down to the bottom, where it is rotten
Send down a letter and a feather
I saw you fencing
I was necromancing
bought me a bag of lime
The meadow is soft and wide
A plate for which to collide
the sun the dirt the water and time
I read the wingstem,
Dug up a pig pen
guess you were on my mind
are you here in dewy dawn
Settling on the plot I’m on
and other things I thought were mine
Where will I go, now I’m in trouble
Back to the bowl, into the bubble
One little blossom ate by a possum
last in the holler before the winter
Down by the bank, we grew some bramble
My stomach sank beneath the rubble
Up till the panic
I thought we had it
I shot a staple
through the bubble
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Bird Secrets
02:45
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Have you heard?
I’m a bird that hasn’t known
that has never been shown the way
In mid-fall, looking down
I’m just a doll
And I know that I am so small
So low-
I find my feathers are reaching out too slow.
Below-
Mistake and wonder and failure I will someday know.
Woah
This old bird
has a secret in the lining of her shadow as it passes by
It's ok
It's a spell that tells the pattern of everything is curved lines
(curves and crimes)
So fall
Our nest is weaker than some bitter winds that blow
So fold
The world is over, and no one is left to report
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Do you want to go above?
See the mountain and the dove
and the sun?
Something that someone would say
Something that someone would say
to the gods, to the gods
I’m just the dimmer shadow of the same man
that stood on this ridge and wanted the same things that I want
We ain’t never getting off of this rock
This is just what we have, and we gotta make it right
I’ve stolen so much from this land
I’ve stolen everything that I can
And it ain’t right- it ain’t right
This is the hour of dust
It surrounds me and swallows me up whole
The ocean embalms
The waves, through every crack of my skin
And every hole, and every eye
And every mole
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Fear Body
03:50
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Called you that night that the tiger took its life to save its fire
Shoulda been the crow that’s been calling me a loser and a liar
Why Maia?
They were every light they were everywhere they were the power
They were in the dark and the fear in everyone at every hour
Why Maia?
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6. |
Bed of Rice
03:55
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I’ve fallen down, and I can’t explain
I’m wondering what is mine.
I don’t know what is mine
I failed you again- I forgot you my friend
I don’t know what is mine.
I don’t know what is mine
In this bed, I feel dead
My battery is all but dry
But here I go again
I’m a hamster, I spin faster
On my wheel to pass the time
Up before the darkness falls
Don’t wander!
I stayed up all night
shouting and hollering at the stars
You were there all along
Oh my friend, there’s an end
We’re pushin through the tired night
But here I go again
You’re a dancer, you spin faster
Before I light
All I want is a bed of rice
Wouldn’t that be nice?
On the edge of the bed?
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7. |
Single Digits
04:25
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Take my time wondering why you never got on the other line
And left me just wandering round
Take my time wondering why you never got on the other line
And left me just wandering round
When you getting your antenna back? Caller waiting and all
I thought you had another heart attack, the way you clung to the wall
A wall you can zombie on, a wall that won’t pester at all
The way you’re stumbling on, the world is happenin without you at all
There’s the road I need you to go
In the room at the end of the hall
If ever you are sober to know,
You will see what you lost to it all.
But I’ll know, you will bear
Every way that you lose it again
The boat, the chair
When the hell are you gonna get air?
Take my time wandering why you never got on the other line
And left me just wandering round
One time I called out to my aunt, who never helped me figure out why
You left me just wandering round
The boat, the chair, the air, the wine
Am I losing my goddamn mind?
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8. |
Staghead
04:15
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The staghead rides my drunken horse
It burnishes my sight
It says the way we have to go
It sets us on our flight
When I close my eyes, all I see is the dark
I lost my light, I’ve sunken my heart
April is the cruelest month
Breeding lilac out of the dead land
Mixing memory and desire
Stirring dull roots with spring rain
(same as before)
My hardness is a backhoe
That has no space to dry
It wets its lips and grips the hold
It tosses up our ground
My rudder is…. My my my my rudder is (repeats)
My rudder is a broken straw
I have no bed to land on
I don’t know where the river ends
I’ve forgotten how to stand
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9. |
Tail Toddle
02:53
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Part of my hand is just thumbing the air
And part of my hand is in your underwear
I love what the light does to your eye
Sometimes I think, darling, my head isn’t right
I’ll make your tail toddle, I’ll make you cry
I’ll find me a home on the skin of your thigh
I’m a little too late, I’m a little too high
I’m a big load of laundry that’s hung but won’t dry
You took me to bed, and you took me to plow
I’ll dig up whatever the meadow’ll allow
I love how the years go flying by
I’ll love you till the end of our short or long lives
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Dandelion
03:32
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The day started without a sound
I held this wandering gaze
And carried it into the pillow mound
The floor is covered in haze
Dandelion, I’ll go dig you up and wash you off
Dandelion, I’ll go dig you up and wash you off
I walk past the dry stalked of corn
They just laugh and call me out
You go collecting the dandelion
And I’m sure that that’s what this is all about
Sometimes I am afraid
I’m hoping that you can relate
Sometimes I want to break free
Sometimes I’m an insolent creep
Dandelion, I’ll go dig you up and wash you off
Dandelion, I’ll go dig you up and wash you off
Dandelion, I’ll go dig you up and wash you off
Dandelion, I’ll go dry you out and drink you up
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April Wilson North Carolina
Experimental dream folk music. Based out of Sandymush, NC.
New album coming out November 10th.
For Anawan (2014) visit www.newamrecords.com/albums/anawan
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