1. |
Cat on Walk
03:03
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Cat by leg,
book in hand.
Air by grass,
wind in hair,
near the sand.
Pick her up,
take her paw,
part of her—
oh my heart!
We were not alone,
walking past the convenience store,
the kids on bikes,
the labrador.
Collar and bell
leash in hand.
Tail and ears,
wind in sail.
Near the sand.
We were not alone,
walking past
the convenience store,
the kids on bikes,
the labrador,
the heads on spikes,
the smell of war,
the people stare,
the prey’s alarmed,
so look aware.
Escape unharmed.
Cat at door,
almost home.
Lock and key,
taking stock.
Leave or roam?
We’re again alone.
Through the window at
the convenience store,
the kids on bikes,
the labrador,
convenience store,
kids on bikes,
labrador,
convenience store,
kids on bikes,
labrador...
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2. |
The Junction
04:02
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Thick stencil
on the brick facades.
Big empty lot.
Slick rubble
bending iron rods.
Call of a killdeer.
Coming to learn what we already know:
This is where we live.
First they shoot up, then down, then they plateau,
but this one’s where we live.
By Mikey's
sidewalk bubbles up.
Just watch your step.
Sky’s yellow,
low as a buttercup.
Still, it might rain later.
Coming to learn what we already know:
This is where we live.
First they shoot up, then down, then they plateau,
but this one’s where we live.
Here in The Junction
we’ve got to find our own way.
How do we manage to function
in a place like this?
Coming to learn what we already know:
This is where we live.
First they shoot up, then down, then they plateau,
but this one’s where we live.
Here in The Junction
we’ve got to find our own way.
How do we manage to function
in a place like this?
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3. |
Renting a Truck
03:46
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4. |
Greenhouse
03:44
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A little greenhouse in the park
oh—
Wrought-iron beams across the window
ooh—
Toronto: my home in springtime,
my home in springtime,
the birds sing.
They’re giving away free lunches
outside the greenhouse.
They’re praying.
I’m genuflecting in the park
oh—
The greenhouse like a stained-glass window
oh—
I’m in the way
I’m in the way
I’m in the way
Look out, Nick
I’m in the way
I’m in the way
I’m in the way
Look out, Nick
Toronto: my home in springtime,
my home in springtime,
the birds sing.
They’re giving away free lunches
outside the greenhouse.
They’re praying.
Toronto: my home in springtime,
my home in springtime,
the birds sing.
They’re giving away samosas
outside the greenhouse.
We're praying.
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5. |
House Arrest
03:20
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A cool wind winds down and away.
A fine mist sits low.
A mourning dove calls out my name
A soothing alto.
A buzzing sound in my breath.
A stitch in my side.
A hellish sun sets
A taste like formaldehyde.
A laconic day indoors.
A deflated day inside.
An afternoon too short.
A day I almost died.
A buzzing sound in my breath.
A stitch in my side.
A hellish sun sets
A taste like formaldehyde.
A laconic day indoors.
A deflated day inside.
An afternoon too short.
Today—I almost died.
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6. |
Furlough
02:22
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7. |
Napping
03:17
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Spreading out a blanket and napping in the park
near a local landmark.
Taking off our shoes and drinking tea.
Just beyond the fence you can see the factory.
And, over by that oak tree,
two dozen pigeons go hungry.
Drifting off to sleep, you
had a minor breakthrough.
What do you think about?
Drifting off to sleep, I
dreamt, but I forgot my
dream.
Spreading out the mattress and sleeping on the floor.
Bump into the sock drawer.
Just shake me if I start to snore.
The sun like butter, the sky like a pancake,
I dream of breakfast in the morning.
The sun like butter, the sky like a pancake,
I dream of breakfast in the morning.
Sky like a burner and sun like a griddle
The window issues out a warning.
Sky like a burner and sun like a griddle
The window issues out a warning.
The sun like butter, the sky like a pancake in the morning.
Doors are closing, squeeze in tight, and rest my eyes
Underground at sunrise.
Shit, it’s time to disembark
Sleeping on the bus now, and dreaming of the park...
Drifting off to sleep, you
had a minor breakthrough.
What do you think about?
Drifting off to sleep, I
dreamt, but I forgot my
dream.
Spreading out a blanket and napping in the park.
Spreading out a blanket and napping in the park.
Spreading out a blanket and napping in the park...
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8. |
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Toast, Lipton Black, extra sugar, with milk.
Toast, Lipton Black, extra sugar, with milk, please.
Let’s make it toast, Lipton Black, with sugar and milk.
Just a bit, if you please.
Toast, Lipton Black, extra sugar, with milk.
Toast, Lipton Black, extra sugar, with milk, please.
Let’s make it toast, Lipton Black, with sugar and milk.
Just a bit, if you please.
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9. |
After She Goes to Bed
02:48
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10. |
Fire Is Hot
02:46
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A thunderstorm,
a gush of warm
air, a westerly wind.
A lightning strike,
and I’m just like,
"Oooh, yeah, fire is hot."
The power’s out,
the neighbors shout,
"Mmh mhm mhmm"
Transformer blows,
the fire grows.
Oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
Yeah, oooh, the fire is hot.
Remember, piggie, oooh, yeah, watch out for the, oooh, it's hot.
Embracing by the fireplacing
watching it burn.
Carrying the sherrying
nary a concern.
Playing twister with a blister,
waiting your turn.
Just remember each September:
Oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
I said, oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
I'm saying, oooh yeah, fire is hot.
The house ablaze,
the street ablaze.
Me? I’m here, I’m fine.
They’re on the street.
I’m on the street, and
Oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
Yeah, oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
Remember, piggie, oooh, watch out for the, oooh, it's hot.
Embracing by the fireplacing
watching it burn.
Carrying the sherrying
nary a concern.
Playing twister with a blister,
waiting your turn.
Scouring the bowering
for what little you earn.
Fire the new hire
just for trying to learn.
Just remember each November:
Oooh, yeah, fire is hot.
Yes, oooh, the fire is hot.
Yes, oooh, the fire is hot.
Remember, yeah, fire is, fire is hot.
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11. |
Raving Sad
03:29
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Falling to her knees in empty streets.
Taking off her boots on muddy bedsheets.
Everybody knows she's worse than mad, she's
stark raving sad.
Sunlight in the bathtub, rain outside.
Her zigs are all reduced, her zags amplified.
Pause the movie 'cause she misses her dad.
Stark raving sad.
What to do?
Not like we have more pressing matters to attend to.
We'll pull through—at least we have insurance. What about you?
Wake up in the middle of the night.
Frightened by the sound of nascent moonlight.
It’s the worst he’s been since undergrad, he’s
Stark raving sad.
What to do?
Other people’s concerns just don’t concern you.
Here’s my view: I tell you what I think and you misconstrue.
Wake up in the middle of the night.
Frightened by the sound of nascent moonlight.
It’s the worst I've been since undergrad, I'm
Stark raving sad.
What to do?
Not like we have more pressing matters to attend to.
What to do?
Other people's concerns just don't concern you.
What to do?
Not like we have more pressing matters to attend to.
We'll pull through.
At least we have insurance. What about you?
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12. |
Quiet House
03:38
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Nick Witzeman Bloomington, Indiana
Singer-songwriter based in Bloomington, IN.
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