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lyrics

The sun escapes
the cascades
and cascades down your face
and it’s clear there’s something wrong

Arrived by train
yesterday
whole life in a suitcase
you feel you just don’t belong
does anyone belong for long

said see this snowfall’s
slow dissolving
into nothing at all
as it dries up in my hand

each moment
we don’t spend
thinking about being in the moment
is already long since past and if you try there’s just no way
to be where you’re at

it’s a lost cause
to watch the clock
cause to be found I must be lost
if I’m to know where I am and where we’re at
is where the moment’s just passed

the question’s surely open ended
somewhere inside we hang suspended
between suns rising and descending
missed the moment caught a memory
revolving door of destinations
delusion believes in stasis
moon dances in constant stages
I shouldn’t define what always changes

Mountain tourist trap,
they walk past
Music playing in back..
polymer shamans.

The nonchalance,
might come off,
like new age sycophants
but I don’t have the funds,
to ease your conscience,
like these mystic capitalists (franciscan for-profits)
Are you present? are you remembering this?

With forest mime men
Played nine pens
decades gone in an instant,
An amnesiac trance.

On the lake docks,
stay all night; talk,
Till we’ve all but forgot
to remember the slim chance,
time takes some time off.
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad.
And don’t stop.

the times are surely far from honest,
bootstraps ego, but stay modest
form your rhymes into a sonnet,
free yourself and chant our mantras!
like billionaire philanthropists,
we thank cancer for killing one less kid,
and we thank clocks for granting us a minute
we found a path, but I’m losing it again.

I’ve a bleeding hole,
in my dry soul
a Leeward rain shadow
Hood covering my eyes.

daily condition,
a sickness,
it’s Iatrogenic,
were the slow mass suicide.
Self-prescribed.
incoherent lines.
Sacrificial rites.

Seconds blur on,
flip book drawn,
phi phenomenon,
Always time in between..

you mentioned
you felt fenced in
dying rhododendron.
domesticated tree,
but I want to set you free.
grow on the mountainside with me.

Images of,
Persian Rugs,
phantasmagoria,
from all those carpet daydreams
does anything still dream?
Do you know what I mean? I’m not sure I do.

I’ve been climbing high mountains trying to get home

Swimming in the genever,
The strangest dream to me occurred
That we lost track of where we were
And woke to find the forest burned.

The sun escapes
the cascades,
how’d it get so damn late,
Or rather early,
Where were we?
it’s much the same.

credits

from Between Suns, released April 1, 2019
Joel Martin: vocals, banjo, guitars, dulcimer, percussion, wooden xylophone
David Fuller: drums, bass, vocals, guitars
Seth Martin: vocals

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