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Middle Car
04:47
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1. Middle Car
Rippling silver dinosaur skin, great lake Superior breathes beneath ice epidermis. Middle car of train in which I sit stops, centered in vein of grey country road. Streaked yellow road lines of piss trail off into a barren upstate world of snow, beer and hockey. The approaching car is void of motion but grows like an immersed sponge toy.
This was how it seemed to me, expanding outward, growing larger but never moving closer. This was how it seemed to be, the world eclipsed by a black boulder. Sunlight peers around the shoulder.
Swirling scarlet eddies, red seas, coagulate near naked trees and my cup runneth over. Autumn warlord’s windy caterwaul beckons the blood leaves of grass to fall. The wind on which I stand pulls me up, tumbling me over and out, it's a screaming carnival. Your face was upside down, tucked inside out but baby, you were so beautiful.
This was how you seemed to me, expanding outward, growing larger but never moving closer. This was how it seemed to be. The world's upside down, he once told her. Sunlight peers around my shoulder.
If our fingers were tight rope walkers, then your words and my lips, and your veins and my hips, would be wires. It's a carnival and balance is required. Our hands fall heavily, through the air weightlessly, though the
show's not expired.
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Take My Life
02:54
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Take My Life
Take my life, take my breath,
take this heaving, beating heart from my chest.
No more fears, no more frowns,
I am here to take you home.
Take me home.
I am floating above the clouds.
I am out of the storm now,
Take me home.
Take me home.
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Cold Sweat
03:46
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Cold Sweat
Three things that I see, three things to touch
three things that I hear, will it be enough?
Tether me to moments when the now escapes my grasp.
Count all the externals while internals detach.
Lead me from the dance floor, lead me to my bed.
Take me from the party, that is what she said.
Keep me in the quiet, lock me in the tallest tower
Wrap me in good intentions, hold me in this dark hour.
Far off float horizons, I will walk the beach
Passing through the forest, keep me in your reach
Feathered friends they fly 'cross countries, far across the seas
Tie my balloon heart to your wrist, save me from this breeze.
Lead me from the dance floor, lead me to my bed.
Take me from the party, that is what she said.
Keep me in the quiet, lock me in the tallest tower
Wrap me in good intentions, hold me in this dark hour
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4. |
Wedding Song
03:49
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A Chorus Divine
01:55
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A Chorus Divine
I'll slip away as you are sleeping
murmuring something from a dream.
And it's not that my heart is bleeding
but there is something I've got to see.
Past the blinds, cab-fair'd towers,
past the gates party-pumped after hours,
past all your delicious human powers,
don't worry my love I'll come back to you.
Untainted, untouched, unslept, unfucked,
re-enchanted, forever chaste,
to you my darling I'll make haste.
My love, my life, my beauty, my strife,
my sacred sacrament, my bitter hearts lament,
my dulcet rumbling voice, my build, my choice,
my right, my bite, my starlit supple night.
In me you're the best, in you I take rest
my toy, my melancholy ploy,
be my joy.
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Bonnard and Marthe
02:03
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Bonnard and Marthe
Paris colors spinning
through my brain,
a cotton candy rain
strikes tourmaline puddles.
Finally, a lightness to the breeze,
it flutters violet leaves
shading languid waterlilies.
Oh, the love of it spills me
into pools of honey
and I never knew thrilling,
'til you laid those lips,
laughing, down upon me.
Bonnard's love for
Martha was so fierce,
trumped only by a lust
for oil laid on linen.
Bathing every morning as he drew,
I wonder if she knew
the colors carried music.
Oh, the love of light spills her,
into pulls of lavender
and you'll know what I'm after
by the waves of my laughter.
Paris colors spinning
through my brain,
a cotton candy rain
strikes tourmaline puddles.
Finally, a lightness to the breeze,
it flutters violet leaves...
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Delilah
02:49
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Delilah
Samson, why do you weep?
Bound and blinded, without power,
Delilah hands you to the Philistines.
Honor your god, honor your god
though you cannot see.
Honor your God.
Soldier, why do you kill?
Is it a testament to your
righteousness and will?
Honor your god, honor your god,
lose humanity.
Honor your god.
Rich man, why do you save?
Will all the money you have
keep you from a mass grave?
Honor your god, honor your god,
though they're so hungry.
Honor your god, honor your god,
lose humanity.
Honor your god, honor your god
though you cannot see.
Honor your God, honor your God.
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8. |
The Field
04:46
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The Field
The wind is blowing through the trees
and there is smoke upon the breeze.
The taste of a life I used to know,
If I close my eyes I see
all the things that use to be
and the memories that nobody knows.
When you come to me like this,
it is torture split with bliss
and I don't know which way is up.
When we ran through fields in spring
and we laid down counting things,
the leaves and the buds on buttercups.
I still remember this,
it is a dream I can't forget,
the way you looked in the sun
and you laughed and told me things
about all the coming springs
and the life we would know beyond the dusk.
I still remember it ,
it is a feeling I can't forget
the way your lens pointed at my face.
We were so young and free,
living irresponsibly, on that Easter
in a field of buttercups.
I still recall the taste
of your lips upon my face,
and the spring fell around us
dropping puddles of honey.
It is a delicious thought,
all the memories you have brought
me now in the cold of the Fall.
Darling, I miss you,
I miss the life we knew,
the sun in your curls
and the darkness of my eyes.
Baby, where are you,
so far away in that field of buttercups.
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9. |
For Valerie
03:18
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For Valerie
How fragile we all are,
all the little bits inside.
The boulder upon the shore
crumbles shaking to the tide.
And that is how most of us go,
not a thunder-crack in flight
but a chorus fading slowly
into dark, unending night.
It's a stranger thing to know
than the cosmos in the sky,
than the ocean depths below,
than a newborn baby's sigh
and it's a wondrous thing to see
things we cannot comprehend,
why the pyramids are standing,
how a rainbow has no end.
You are so dear to me
though, sometimes it is hard to say.
While we prepare for tomorrow,
life is happening today.
Come on now, let's not look back
over all of our mistakes.
Let's try only to look forward.
What good come to those who wait.
So hold me now and hold me close
why we still remember why
all the little things have purpose,
while we aren't afraid of time.
and love's a stranger thing to know
than the cosmos in the sky,
than the ocean depths below,
than a newborn baby's sigh.
And although I love you so,
even stars, someday, will die.
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It's so strange, every time you come to me
there is a familiarity in the cadence of your voice.
And the rhythm of light that plays about
neutralizes any doubt that we always met before.
I couldn't help and imagine
all the lives in which we made love before.
Undeniable attraction
and when you go it's always wet
and keeps on raining.
It keeps on raining.
I recall, the first time you walked my way
on that hot and sunny day
when we first met each other's glance.
Timing's trick, the fates did not yet intend
for our lives to heave and bend
towards each other's paths.
But I couldn't help and imagine
all the lives in which we laughed before.
Now, I find you lingering around my door
and when you go it's always wet
and keeps on raining.
It keeps on raining.
The clouds are rolling.
It keeps on raining.
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Elizabeth Devlin New York, New York
Elizabeth Devlin, with her haunting combination of lilting voice and enchanting Autoharp, is a self-produced NYC singer-
songwriter. Devlin defies traditional musical structure with many of her songs, building miniature narratives and magical worlds where characters, fantasies and time collide.
Devlin has toured nationally, internationally, & performs in venues throughout NYC's 5 boroughs.
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