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One silhouette
to mark the road down
the clock has blown round
One anchor up
we’re drifting lightly
so satisfied, we’re
somewhere we’ve thrown away the note
that rang inside me
Someday will show, the world may not align
With all these leftover beats from the edges of time
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2. |
Such Closer #1
04:29
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And maybe we’ll be to(o/gether)
The kids on the beach
The trees full of fruit
The sky made of heat
Falling icy and new
Familiarly
Resplendently blue
And maybe we’ll roam
such closer
Alone once again
and gladder than new
your smile in the sun
all shiny and you
and maybe we'll be
the things that we knew
and maybe we’ll love such closer
The castle at night
Such purple it shines
Like bulbs in the dark
Like cities and lines
The lovers we’d be
that the sea undermines
But maybe we’ll be such closer
The lovers we’ll be
the lovers we knew
We left them to see
the world black and blue
you look at the river
your eyes full of you
and maybe we’ll love such closer
It’s all that I want
The light on the bed
draw paintings at night
and coffee at dawn
run to the beach
away from the clowns
and maybe we’ll be such closer
Any writer could sell
the man in the moon
To innocent girls
Who dream yellow rooms
Who saturate white
the walls and the brooms
and hope they’ll come out such closer
A space here for you (acid-washed and blackened roofs)
A space here for me (aged like the willow trees)
And hope that the space would hold there
Maybe we’ll be such closer
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3. |
How To Keep, Forever
11:03
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[Part 1 - plants]
And all the lights ahead…
You ran around my head
the days we lay in bed,
our notebooks sharp and red,
with all the things we said
collapsing in my head
And all my plants are dead
Dirty glass in the sun
Shining mornings undone
Bitter simmering
underneath the words we said,
the little lines we bled
And all my plants were dead
The leaves fall down my head
My letters, dark and misspelled,
impulsive into themselves,
gather dust on your shelves
and all my plants are dead
They’re running through my head
While we ate cheese and bread
and dirty apples, red
light sun played at your bed
and all my plants are dead
And all the art incredible
inside my head
Through all the nights in red
While all my plants were dead
And all the ends you fled
I’ll cry and stay in bed
with tenderness and dread
you’ve lost inside your head
And all my plants were dead
[Part 2 - Watch you]
To learn how to love you in these times
And learn to be younger when you’re mine
And burn like the silhouettes we were
Dressed up in black against the earth
But someone to watch you in these times
And some way to roll you when you’re mine
Sleeping such older than we were
Lovers grow simple and defer
to sweet little compromise and home
Wrinkled and satisfied and known
Awake with a shadow of your day
Your lover the echo of your fate
When we’re unstoppable and new
And all the neatness you’ll undo
Falling in circles by the shore
In trivialities and doors
in Midwestern cities you ignore
And all you’re agreeing to adore
We’ll be what we’ll be
We’re straining to be
The days we could be
We’re straining to be
These leftover beats
This leftover heat
Unbound and complete
These leftover
[Part 2 - unforgivably]
Unforgivably above, unforgivably of love
Red-lipped fortune-tellers sing all behind her face, and
going nowhere in the end, go nowhere sometimes,
Unforgivably, and sometimes red-lipped fortune-tellers sing
Hope she pulls me out by my ears, in honey thick on the
floor, haven’t much been there lately in your curtains on
afternoons and walls, while the red-lipped fortune-tellers
spin around you endlessly — fields of domesticity,
home to New York City, and
In time you realize
There are people you will love your whole life without
ever really knowing them.
Bright-eyed in the chapels, sing going nowhere while the red-lipped—
No way to attack — sometimes I fall in love with no one
Just to float, swing high off tall buildings in new york city
[Part 3 - Watch You]
Someone to watch you in these times
And some way to roll you when you’re mine
And learn how to love you in these times
Learn to be younger when you’re mine
When we’re unstoppable and new
And all the neatness you’ll undo
Falling in circles by the shore
In trivialities and doors
And burn like the silhouettes we were
Dressed up in black against the earth
in Midwestern cities you ignore
And all you’re agreeing to adore
[Part 3 - Full of light]
Everyone seems to be so full of light
And everything’s neat and clean in black and white
Everyone seems to be so lost of light
And everyone seems to be alone at night
Everyone seems to be so hard to right
And everyone’s lost the things they thought were light
And all the walls seem so clear and so uptight
And everyone dreams to be so warm and trite
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5. |
Stage Whisper
06:01
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6. |
Confidence White
10:01
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Wild on caffeine and crying
Atonal in rich harmony
Electric, we lose sight of dying
Believing is so hard to see
Now it’s the way we’ve been going
Untrammeled and effortlessly
Look at the seeds that we’re sowing
We smile we know how to be
You know we’re apostles and running
Waving our arms to the sea
A smirk and a drink for our cunning adulation
It’s getting so easy to be
We sink like the world satiated
Secure in the paths that we bleed
Our laughter is so understated
The innocent minds we can read
The artists are appreciated
Like courage and celibacy
In time we’ll run out of importance
Now roaring our future to be
I lost my confidence white, oh darling
I’d lose it all to be alright
Sometimes I wonder at night, oh darling,
If I will ever be alright
Sometimes I wonder at night, oh darling,
If we will ever be alright
Sometimes I wonder at night, oh darling,
If we will put up a fight
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7. |
Songbird
05:54
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And when these nights pass by, you guess it could be alright
But when these days arrive, there’s no one to be
And all the nights pass by dreaming in parasites
And all the days arrive with butter and tea
And as the nights pass by your neighborhood’s shining bright
But when the days arrive it’s not much to see
And as the nights pass by, your livelihood mesmerized
In terrible magic eyes it’s hard to believe
And we love to fall in love so much more than we do
We love to be the one in love with ourselves, someone new
And I’m always dreaming of your snow-white dress against the blue
You long to be the one in love while the artists make do
And I’d love to fall in love —
When the nights go by, believing in fireflies
You wanted to feel alright, like there’s someone to be
It must be nice feeling so satisfied
Feeling your days roll by, so effortlessly
And I’ve heard your cries and process and paralyze
Of pictures and terabytes of code you could read
Maybe you’ll smile bright when the President holds you tight
Hysterical firelight, there’s no one to be
And yes I know I used to write so much more than I do
I know I used to fall in love so much more than I do
And I know that you can love so much more than I knew
I know you could have been in love like the songbird in tune
I know it could have been enough if it was all up to you
It’s one of the last times I will be by myself in the new
Picking flowers in a field only touched ever by you
I know I wasn’t here enough in the smoke and the moon
There’s not much left to lose my love, cause we’re alone, now we two
Eager kisses in the past, oh I was leaving so damn soon
Quiet castles in my room wasting time and showing off
Hold my moon-caked hands aloft where they point back to the sun
I’d love to leave you where you asked, to be quiet, and alone
Quiet symphonies in black wide awake a dying poem
And we love to fall in love so much more than we do
We love to be the way we are, where we are, when we’re new
Where the lights are gold and red in the park and the moon
I wish I knew the ways to wait slow in love still with you
I wish I knew how to relate to a songbird like you
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8. |
Requiem #2 (Well)
13:12
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It’s all pretty well, dear, there’s nothing to hide,
and the glass of the ice in the trees
You full of ideas, they slide, they could needle your
incontrovertible monotone
She’s pretty well, dear, she’s living the way
that she dreamed in the prairies each noon
The charcoal-gray suits cutting shadows on trains,
and nobody knows how it drives you insane
And you sleep in a plane that could land on the moon
Brahms was enormous, the world without end,
how I cried when we were twenty-two
Newspaper squareness, disposable pens:
if we weren’t so mortal, we’d never pretend.
we slip through the daylight, uncaring and blend
Indiscriminate fear of the gray and the blue
It’s all pretty well, and these walls will be leaving us soon
New York is astoundingly empty outside,
it’s amazing there’s anyone true
It forges ahead with the vacuous fight
of meaningless progress, unending and bright
progressive nostalgia, and bluish gray light
of privatized people in taxis at night
On the Manhattan Bridge you pretend to be blind,
running further and further away
It’s all pretty well, and these walls will be leaving us soon
It’s all pretty well, dear, there’s nothing inside,
and it all will be leaving us soon.
**
One minuet
to mark the road down
the clock has blown round
One passing light
the stars don’t show now
the skies don’t know how
My dotted note has jumped the beat
that she alone sounds.
One day will show, the truth may not align
with all these leftover beats from the edges of —
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9. |
Shallow Times
05:59
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And we echo slow where our words don’t align
Our weary eyes on a hollow line
And the snow will melt where the sky doesn’t shine
All pretending to love in these shallow times
And now we’re just waking up again and again and again
And I’ll try to sing all these lovers we cry
And the man who thundered the smile in his eye
But it’s hard to glow where the sky doesn’t shine
To fall deeply in love in these shallow times
And now we just gray the moon again and again and again
High and cold like a plane again
The streets erasing the stars again
And now we’re just waking up again and again and again
I remember sweeping the floor with my
Unintentional self in the morning light
To imagine long and eventually find
All the dusty jewels of a musical life
But we follow rules a computer could write
It could sing like a swan in these shallow times
And now we’re just waking up again and again and again
And hoping to fall apart again
And dreaming of singing out again
We pixelate slivered moons again and again and again
High and cold like a plane again
The streets erasing the stars again
All these men who run will eventually fly
And one day we’ll hold them impossibly high
With a quiet faith in the future’s eye
While we stumble along in these shallow times
And maybe it’s still to come again, and again, and again
Humanity through the slums again
Whisper the dreams you’re from again
But maybe I’m going home again and again and again
To sing like a buzzing drone again
Maybe I’m going home again
Expecting the world explode again and again and again
Maybe I’m coming home again
So simple your monotone again
And all the crooked jabs of isolation
Pushing through the twisted face of exile
I’ll live for a while for all these people
And all the crooked jabs of isolation
Pushing through the twisted face
Endless weeks of isolation
Running through the exaltation, meanwhile
Always seem to run in place
Cavorting in the sunny days of exile
Rearrange the things we lost
The unimaginable cost
Of holding to a little string
And start to sleep and start to sing in exile
Wayward and wild
Always seem to run in place
We sweep the floor with oil and mace
Waking with a weary face
Cavorting in the sunny days of exile
Run for a mile without your shoes on
And when stochastic we arrive
I learned, my darling, how to drive, and meanwhile
We’re single file across the lookout
To rearrange the things we lost
The unimaginable cost of exile
Remember he smiled at all the people
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10. |
Such Closer #2
05:20
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I loved the late sun, confess to you once
so harsh like the night, it smolders
but maybe we’ll taste, and maybe befall
The songs that we’ll know when we’re older
Eventually learn, the symphonies all
Pretend that we know the most, dear
a day on the grass, so beautiful bright
the eyes that could bowl me over
oh miserable time, the games that you play
intelligent, calm, and colder
of plans that we made, impossibly free
and maybe we’ll be such closer
To paint in the rain, impetuous love
Soaked at the midnight grocer
Pedestrian plain, when we conjure it up
We’re dying to inch a bit closer
oh miserable you, and miserable me
we’ll meet on the plane and torture
The spring that we broke, applause on the beach
and sing to the Union soldiers
And hidden in smoke, for how kind you can be
Angry and breaking boulders
I’m yours like a joke, for everyone to see
Obsessed with the things I told her
my head in my hands, I try not to count
the years we’re alive and older
Unbearable you, unbearable me
I’ll die and we’ll dream such closer
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11. |
Requiem #3 (Future)
09:09
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One cigarette
you listen lightly
soft at my side, we’ve
One slivered moon
the circle shines free
without the light, see
somewhere this dotted note will fall
alone beside me
The world may show we never quite align
Stuck at the end of the beat and the edges of —
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12. |
How To Know, Forever
07:34
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Gabriel Zucker New York, New York
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