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Two Points Make A Line
04:03
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Who draws boundaries round a flood
The road is drowned
The way is shut
But two points make a line, don’t they
Someone’s got to try
Why do you turn your head
There’s no one here
Nobody left but you
But two points make a line, don’t they
No use in hiding
Oh waters, be kind to me
Play no tricks on my eyes, on my eyes
Two points make a line, don’t they
To my course I’ll stay true
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Four Ways To Forgiveness
04:29
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Some truths take an awful long time to sprout
But I think we both knew, ooo
This moment would come about
Don’t pretend you don’t know know what you broke
But I’ll break one thing more, ooo
My bags are at the door
There are four ways to forgiveness, honey
But each one of them
Begins with me behind this wheel
I have such good words
Such metaphors to paint you, my dear
But now’s no time for poetry
Let the silence ring in your ears
I could write down a letter
All the ways you bruised my mind
But not the part where I’m leaving
That’s your loss, friend, it’s not mine
There are four ways to forgiveness, honey
But each one of them
Begins with me behind this wheel
We’ll meet in a park
I really don’t care which one
A month or two from now
See how you’ve moved on
I could shout all over town
But what’s the point of pageantry
I believe in your growth, babe
But use your own damn fertility
There are four ways to forgiveness, honey
But each one of them
Begins with me behind this wheel
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Partisan Gardens
05:16
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Come find me in the garden
Sleepless nights I sit and watch
I see what’s going on
Now I know
Helianthus in flagrant disregard
Of this dismal fourth act
Mycelium rising
Stakes are high
Chlorophyll launders
For the resistance
Roots beneath partitions
Know no bounds
Now I know
Now I know
I know enough to know
I know enough to know
Your mother’s mother’s mother
Saved seeds for you
You were born somewhere
Your body shows it
Bring the forest from your bones
You know enough to know
Now we know
Now we know
We know enough to know
We know enough to know
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4. |
Plum Wine In The Night
03:32
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She tastes like plum wine
In the night
Warmth in her veins
I cannot drink
Secrets spill
Wine stains on sheets
But only on her side of the bed
She doesn’t see
That I still fold my blankets
Like a guest
Round me to the nearest integer
I never ask for change
Now you cannot make sense of me
Really, who’s to blame
She tastes like plum wine
In the night
Warmth in her veins
I cannot drink
Light on pillows
Sober waking eyes
All confidences, lush or bare
Still can’t shrift the stranger
Out of me
Round me to the nearest integer
I never ask for change
Now you cannot make sense of me
Really, who’s to blame
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5. |
Ten Ringer
03:33
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Ooo. Aaah. Ooo. Aaah.
aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
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Easy
04:38
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Sorry kid, I don’t have a light
Not one for cigarettes
But don’t you worry, darling
I’m just as crazy as you
Just don’t drown my shakes
One pack a day
Oh pretty baby
Don’t make me say it
It’s not easy to say
That I might walk away
I’m not that easy to hold
Sorry kid, can’t be another notch on your belt
I’m not that kind of company
But don’t you worry, honey
I’m just as restless as you
Just do my writhing underwater
Oh pretty baby
Don’t make me say it
It’s not easy to say
That I might swim away
I’m not that easy to hold
I know I know
I might not show it at all
But I’ve got currents deeper than anything
You could ever say
I try I try
I try to stay by your side
But I’ve got currents deeper than anything
You could ever say
Some bright moon’s gonna pull me away
Oh pretty baby
Don’t make me say it
It’s not easy to say
That I might slip away
I’m not that easy to hold x2
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Blueshift
04:39
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No solace in blue shift
No comfort in collapsing space
Slowly suddenly
Universe shrinks
They’re here, they’re here, they’re here
All collide, all blue
All collide, all blue
All collide, all blue
All collide
No shade in the shadow of angry light
No rest in the sirens of bleeding nights
Slowly suddenly
Universe shrinks
They’re gone, they’re gone, they’re gone
All collide, all blue
All collide, all blue
All collide, all blue
All collide
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Nimmy & The Copperhead
04:14
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See your white chicken
Running round the yard
I know you Nimmy
You prefer the red
Mama says there’s snakes now
Devil in the henhouse
Everybody these days
Just trying to get by
Oh how we scrape
Oh how we crawl
Oh how we pass
Our fights along, ooo
See by your feet, child
On the kitchen tile
Child of a snake
Seeking child of a hen
All of you just babes now
Both of you could strike now
Nimmy find your blade
Spill red upon the white
Oh how we strike
Oh how we bleed
Oh how we pass
Our fights along, ooo
Egg for the
Snake for the
Blade for the
Girl for the
Man for the
Fire for the
Rest of us x2
Blood in the air
Mama comes running
Out in the yard
The mother snake appears
Papa with the pitchfork
Never could outrun him
Into the open fire
Oh how she cries
Oh how we cry
Oh how we burn
Oh how we pass
Our fights along, ooo
Egg for the
Snake for the
Blade for the
Girl for the
Man for the
Fire for the
Rest of us x2
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9. |
House Of The Empty Chair
04:09
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Dust on light
Kettle’s just boiled
So I sit
All alone
And guard the chair
The empty chair
The empty chair
Not a seat
For Elijah
A seat for you
Then or now
Ghost or flesh
That needs a talk
Or maybe just tea
I’m no saint
I just sit at a table
But I’ll be damned
If I let your chair be stolen
The place you rest
On the day your soul is weary
Come love, sit now
Drink up, let go
Forgive me
If I stay a spell
And protect
The vacant space
The holy void
For you to fill
With words or silences
Our house is growing crowded
With your wandering pain
Your hurts are a presence
Whether dead or alive
Let them sit down
Be seen, be heard
I’m no saint
I just sit at a table
But I’ll be damned
If I let your chair be stolen
The place you rest
On the day your soul is weary
Come love, sit now
Drink up, let go
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Lyn Rye Chicago, Illinois
Makes art, gardens, and trouble (iA).
@lyn_rye_music on social media
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