1. |
anglers of joy
02:42
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what wills us on
after the time
skin starts to crease
fabric of lines?
i will still laugh
foothills of rhyme
anglers of joy
cast out their lines
and what
will we know
born from the fire
as smoke?
i’ll hold a place
deep deep inside
for all the hopes
i hope to hide
stay here in fear
i’ll be right here
when fear is done
lay in the sun
and what
will we know
now that our bodies
are grown?
where once my footsteps
scattered in place
a line of passage
my feet have traced
and what
will we know
born from the fire
as smoke?
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2. |
palace of fakers
02:14
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oh, virginia
i wanted your children
but the blackness
of my lungs
and my heart
kept me wheezing
a lovelorn spirit
lingers on
like a light
in the dark
oh, california
my lust turns to kindling
my palace
of fakers
of hot, boiling dust
and oh, texas
in aquamarine
deep muck
all exalted
we’ll never be clean
and oh, virginia
you’ll still be the first
with last
humble breath
erotic with thirst
i’ll dream
dreams of wonder
of hope and of light
and oh, virginia
i’ll make you my wife
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3. |
buyer's remorse
03:00
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thought of a life
once lusted for
now i can’t tell
what the lusting was for
badger and heave
the body’s reprieve
lashed to our memory’s
penchant to grieve
o’er the grass we wander in
leave our bodies to the wind
here with memories extending
thoughts aloft on dreams
while tending
to the bodies we will dwell
our lifetimes in
seems that we’ve had
buyer’s remorse
loves we’ve abandoned
on youth’s heady course
spent a whole night
bunked in the trees
fingers and toes
rotten hearts
and scraped knees
in the dark we waded in
naked bodies left to swim
in the warmth of nights unending
crack the rails with skulls
defending
blurry brains that swell
and trouble there within
loot, thieve, and run
my story’s spun
yarns by the yards
just like everyone
relief once found
in long love’s recourse
brave is the one
who succombs to its force
for the care i deign to spurn
wait for other cheeks to turn
carve a path that winds unending
while i while away
pretending
that the thief inside
was lost out in the burn
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4. |
...and yet it moves
02:28
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and yet it moves
across the floor
and yet it moves
our hearts once more
and yet it feels
like a lot still remains
and yet it moves
it moves all the same
cheer me right on
trash the bygone
impending doom
ain’t no match
for a light on
say what you like
about modern ways
apportion the hope
apportion the blame
a radiant fire
and a soft quiet pain
and yet it moves
like dust before rain
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Body Surfer Toronto, Ontario
Body Surfer is the songwriting project of Canadian multi-instrumentalist Christopher Whitley.
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