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The Wind Blows East

by Doc Sportello

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Player piano, perched at the peak Tune my strings and tickle my keys Huff it down to the beach til our feet touch the sand And we'll turn to gold with our backs to the sun And our toes in the roaring drink Sink a fire into the ground So the light cannot be found Fill it with sand Push, prod it with our hands We'll pick the dirt from under our nails As the mountain man chemist cooks stories - through bubbling ales - Of caves gone unentered Untouched and unfathomed Were we worthy? What happened? Coffee in hand, jokes on tongues Iodized ocean air on our breath We cast our eyes towards the night sky Our lungs burn with the dying embers And the gunpowder smoke of decaying mortars As the meteors streak down from the heavens Burning, burning, burning through the atmosphere Crying out, knowing they'll be but scar on the face of this earth An the whether the weather will try to repair it is yet to be seen The dim light of dawn drags us to our feet And we march to the rhythm The rhythm of the crashing of the waves It was as if we were never there The wind blows east, erasing our traces And racing over the hills And we'll fill in our holes Putting more dirt under our finger nails To pick at over fresh breakfast And chalky coffee choked down with cold creamer The half moon sits high in the sky Waiting to reflect our fires again
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Symmetry 05:29
My spine is weakening Shriveled and brittle from the cold The wind is strengthening Quickening, harder, more bitter against my skin The dust settles in the air In a moment suspended in time I can't be the only one to see this Chaos meets symmetry And suddenly I'm swept away Been sleeping, been craving this light I observe these particles They sit in congruence with the shape of this shine With the shape that I find The dust settles in the air In a moment suspended in time I can't be the only one to see this Chaos meets symmetry The window pane sings warmth through my veins It peeks in past the shades in harmony with the glow you create My shutters mutter in the breeze Oh, the shadows have grown long As the day wanes away And the night beckons through the evening The light guides me through... Through the doorway, past the moonlight Into ghostly corridors, long abandoned by phantom pain I turn this key and enter a threshold left lonely With only the dust as its company Hang your sheet up on the hook in the hall After every nightly haunt And saunter on through solid walls To brood on the man you once were I'm ghost riding my body The dust, it settles in the air In a moment suspended in time I can't be the only to see this Chaos meets symmetry Now, we're sweeping through the afternoon Through the light that calms the cold
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released May 24, 2017

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