1. |
Bloom
03:42
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2. |
Sparks
03:28
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Beneath our falling feet
floorboards like choirs of cedars creaking,
fingers on paint-chipped keys,
we let our voices speak
speechlessly.
We watched the mountain lake
breathing itself away each morning,
a cinder singing smoke,
we let our bodies breathe
breathlessly.
With your hand in mine and standing still
as your shirtcuff skimmed the windowsill,
Sweeping flecks of dust into the air
For the beam of sun to hold them there,
You said, “let us be the dust we are
sparks of sunlight coughing in the dark.”
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3. |
Quietly Awake
04:22
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How could I have known
the sparrow from the stone?
Both fall to the ground
and feel the Earth breathe in to pull them down,
so let the Earth breathe in to pull me down.
Restless as the leaves
on foggy autumn streets,
I rattle in the wind
and wait for dust and dirt to break me in,
so let the soil teach me to begin.
I can feel the weight of all that sky so I steady my hands,
but these fingerprints still won’t show me who I am
In the railyard,
the trains lay down their arms
to chime a siren song
of steel rasping steel to a halt
but I can’t seem to will this heart to stop
I can feel the weight of all that sky so I study my hands,
but these fingerprints still won’t show me who I am
And this body of recycled clay
doesn’t know the hour or the day
and I’ve been quietly awake without knowing that I’m alive at all.
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4. |
Refrain
04:30
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You wear your scars
like they’re purple hearts
a victim’s award.
You wear your scars
like they’re who you are,
your birthmarks.
Find another flaw to blame,
another day to stay the same
but your refrain, your refrain, your refrain
is “I can change, I can change, I can change”
You wear your scars
like they’re purple hearts
A victim’s award.
You wear your scars
like they’re who you are,
your birthmarks.
Another story to explain,
another heart to hold your pain
and your refrain, your refrain, your refrain
is “I can change, I can change, I can change.”
That night the frost clothed all the trees
Your arms slipped numbly from their sleeves
Your fingers fumbled through his hair,
and I froze at the bottom of the stairs.
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5. |
The Falconer
04:59
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How does she not notice,
The way the sun alights
Upon her shoulders branches
With talons clasping tight?
How does she not wonder
Why the breeze breathes in
Why the wind corrals around her
In flocks of beating wings?
Merlin, swoop down
Kestrel, bring her back somehow
Oh, her heart, a nest of tangles
Oh, my heart, are you still able
to fly, to fly?
How does she not notice
The clouds bank in their flight
To turn soft eyes upon her
As she stumbles through the pines?
How does she not wonder
Why the thunder calls her name
Why the lightning shrieks a signal—
A beacon beckoning her home again?
Merlin, swoop down
Kestrel, bring her back somehow
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6. |
Sawdust
04:40
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Oh, I know these trillion cells won’t last for long,
I am only sawdust pollen in your palms
And I am still a fool to question this design
But when my hands stop shaking, then I’ll call you mine.
I try to stand with planted feet
On continents that hide from me
How can I feel what I can’t reach?
You stretch your hand towards me.
But when my tongue is tired of jousting with the wind,
I’ll stop these syllables cascading from my lips
And I am still afraid to wake my sleeping mind
But though my hands are shaking, still I’ll call you mine
I am just these elements
Helplessly askew again
I need you to sweep me up
Remind me of myself
Remind me of my name
Filter every atom through your fingers
Bind them back together, make me whole
Feet in fetter, hands in tether no more
Bone and sinew, you have in you new life
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7. |
Ingrid
02:35
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Darling, I don’t have the cool to call you kid
or light your long cigarettes, and I won’t meet you
on some rain-slicked road to kiss you in a cloud of smoke
I don’t have the words
to make you blush or make you swoon,
or the touch to catch you close
and hold you fast in my arms
Darling, who are you expecting me to be?
I’m no mystery. I don’t have the charm
to keep you just by keeping you guessing.
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8. |
Coward
05:01
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You’ve seen how I disappear
When I think no one’s watching me.
You can see it in my eyes that I am gone.
When you think you know me well,
How softly I retreat inside myself
Like a waning moon, a sleeping ember.
Around me the muffled
conversations drone
I find myself alone,
I find myself alone,
Holding my deepest doubts
In my quiet mouth
In my coward mouth.
You’ve seen how I disappear
To leave you with this broken souvenir:
Just a skeleton of who you think I am
So here we sit with silence on our lips,
With ink marks on our tongues and fingertips
How we’ve tried to know and let ourselves be known
Around us the muffled
conversations drone
I find myself alone,
we find ourselves alone,
Holding our deepest doubts
In our quiet mouths
In our coward mouths.
I’ve felt my darkness forgetting
the nothing that darkness is,
the nothing that darkness is
and I’ve heard my shadows confessing
all their absences,
all their absences.
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9. |
Tremble
04:15
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O, my father, wrapped in a quilt
and the frost of your breath,
shivering under dark sky.
I held you up with my trembling
hand on your shoulder and felt
helpless as you held your side.
With the flash of the sunrise,
I burned your pain into my eyes,
and even when I blinked, I could still see you
flickering in patches of violet and blue:
an image of you hollow and human,
writhing on a hospital bed,
an image of you hunched and human,
a snarl of thorns wound around your head.
and the pain in your eyes, it was mine, it was mine.
and the pain in your eyes, it is mine, it is mine.
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10. |
Secret Keeper
04:46
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Secret keeper, I have been
keeping you close to me
in the gaps between my ribs,
the dent above my lips.
Close as a moth in my sleeve,
eat through the wool that hides me
leave me here tattered and ragged,
threadbare and naked.
So will you see all of me
and take me for what I am?
wounds that forget to heal,
skin that forgets to feel.
Know me like a moth in my sleeve,
eat through the wool that hides me
leave me here tattered and ragged,
threadbare and naked.
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11. |
We Were Hiding
04:57
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We were hiding long before we knew it
and locked ourselves inside
boxes bound in ribbon all of velvet
tombs all washed in white
What can put to rest the weightless humming of the old ghosts in our ears?
We were hiding long before we knew it
and locked ourselves inside
boxes bound in ribbon all of velvet
tombs all washed in white
Have you felt that quiet question burrowing beneath your skin?
Here we tore ourselves out by the root,
never learned to water into bloom.
My feet carried me away too soon,
never learned to water into bloom.
I try to keep what’s easiest to lose,
never learned to water into bloom
Like a heart my face was beating red
And like a face the heart can just pretend
Have you felt that quiet question burrowing beneath your skin?
What can put to rest the weightless humming of the old ghosts I let in?
I knew I was hollow, I was poor
I knew I was free, I was yours.
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Boreal Sons Calgary, Alberta
Cinematic and intimate with a distinct lyrical poetry, Boreal Sons drift between Sublime Art-Rock and Experimental Pop, as rippling backgrounds of scuzzy bass, intricate percussion, and whirring electronics ebb and flow in alluring instrumental arrangements - the voice of Evan Acheson a common thread running throughout, tying everything together. ... more
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