1. |
If You Would Only Wait
04:05
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You were so sad
You were so unconsoled
You were so angry
You were so on a roll
You were so hard on me, but so
You were so hard on yourself
You were so hard on yourself
You were so hard on yourself
If you would only wait
If you would only wait
As water evaporates from the sea
As rocks moved by the river
Are aroused out of their sleep
As the mountains crumble
You call me
You were so hard on yourself
You were so hard on yourself
You were so hard on yourself
If you would only wait
If you would only wait
(if you would only wait)
Lyrics by Evan Bailey
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2. |
She Is Gone
04:33
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She is gone to the bank of the river
With her stockings full of stones
She is gone to be alone
In the morning heavy and low
But growing at oblique angles on her shoulders
She is gone to the bank of the river
But how did he get so close?
“Skipping Stones?”
“No”, she wants to be alone
It occurs to her the world might not be
Made for us, or for her specically, no
In time these pages
(we move)
In time these pages will be filled
(move this wreckage forward)
Anyway, she begins to think of them
Less as stones, and more of a constellation
Disparate and orbiting
She'll kiss the boy without warning
And it will not be the last time
Slow to start but once it gets going
(we move)
(move this wreckage forward)
In time these pages
(we move)
In time these pages will be filled
(move this wreckage forward)
In time these pages
(we move)
In time these pages will be filled
(move this wreckage forward)
With whatever
What lies beneath the seams?
What lies beyond beneath?
What lies beneath the seams?
What lies beyond?
The water, the stars
The seeming of things
The water, the stars
The seeming of things
She is gone to the bank of the river
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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3. |
You're Falling Apart
02:49
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When you are made of stars
You shine like polished brass when you open your arms
You don't have to try so hard
When you're made of stars
But when you're falling apart
You open up doors to nothing but dark
Everything you turn has failed to start
When you're falling apart
(you're falling apart)
Lyrics by Evan Bailey
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4. |
Goodbye, Columbus
05:47
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My friend, the clever one
She lets me borrow Goodbye, Columbus
We eat pizza that I pull the cheese off, outside Columbia U.
Waiting to hear Roth talk, on his 75th birthday
I notice her toes, crooked on her feet from beating the soles
My God
How I can’t keep up with her
Her i’s and j’s are missing dots
And I am missing her
We walk along the bridge, inner-city castaways
Always moving forward this wreckage for history
Looking back at the damage we do by inches
Only to have the wool run slack over our eyes
My God
How I can’t keep up with her
Her i’s and j’s are missing dots
And I am
My God
How I can’t follow her where she is gone
Past the bar where the water runs rough
And I am missing her
My God
How I can’t keep up with her
Her i’s and j’s are missing dots
And I am
My God
How I can’t follow her where she is gone
Past the bar where the water runs rough
And I am
I am missing her
. . .
(Adapted from ‘The Distance of the Moon’
by Italo Calvino)
I still look for her
Lying on a beach
Directly over our heads
And she says nothing
She is the color of the moon
She holds a harp at her side and moves
One hand, now and again
In slow arpeggios
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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5. |
A Bad Moon Rising
04:03
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My dear friend
And I see the bad moon rising
Sitting in the backseat of her car
As the first sliver curls
The tides high on the horizon
And I got lost in her eyes
Or the milky light shining in them
The path was elliptical then
Going out
Coming in
My dear friend and I see the first signs
Of a slow descent
Drinking PBRs on the roof of her apartment
Stars washed dark by the lights
She got lost
Along the Upper West Side skyline
Where the lamps flicker dimly
Once or twice before they die
Once or twice
Before they die
And it was the waters that sent her on her way
She didn't know that she was causing them
With her body so close to mine
Sending me lovingly on my way
And it was the waters that sent her on her way
She didn’t know that she was causing them
With her body so close to mine
Sending me lovingly on my way
(the waves)
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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6. |
Years, After All
03:51
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As it so chanced, earlier this aernoon, to do
Melancholy, to each item a memory
I stood in the basement
Staring at a pile of broken boxes
I’d see you again in a few days
But that didn’t seem to matter
There were years, after all
During which you were years away
There was a lonely month on one end
And it made me feel very far
I’m playing outfield
I’m wearing a helmet that smells like leather
I’ll see you again in a few days
But that doesn’t seem to matter
There were years, after all
During which you were years away
There was a lonely month on one end
And it made me feel very far
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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7. |
Time
07:17
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My uncle who uses the bottle to stay warm
He never has much, but on Christmas
He buys us packs of baseball cards
He sits by a tree like a lion in the heat
In California, playing Pink Floyd and singing to me
“You were young”
“And life is long”
“The song is over”
“The time is gone”
But time doesn’t really exist
It’s only a name for a thing you couldn't possibly change
My friend’s doing stand-up in a midtown bar
To the backs of the trust-fund babies from the lumberyard
My friend with black streaks from cheeks to chin
My friend with the child’s body, but the hips of a woman
“You were young”
“And life is long”
“The song is over”
“The time is gone”
But time doesn’t mean anything
Everything that’s happened will always be happening
Head in hands
We can’t always be
Sobbing, tensing timelessly
And we can’t always be forgetting
Any more than an hour may pass, fast or slow
Or the day hang still and just so
But just so you know
I'm still missing her
I'm still missing her
I'm playing outfield on the t-ball team
My back to the river where they pull out her body
“You were young”
“And life is long”
“The song is over”
“The time is gone”
But time doesn’t care about time
It’s always the first and the last day of your life
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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8. |
I Saw A Pigeon
02:01
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I saw a pigeon hobbling on one foot
She had lost the other one somehow
Or she never had it to begin with
But did she let the winter freeze her to the ground?
What choice did she have?
To let some stray dog take her in his jaw?
What choice did she have?
Assuming she had any choice at all
And assuming you wait...
If you would only wait
For these feelings to pass
Perhaps tomorrow you won’t be so hard on yourself
Lyrics by John Allen and Evan Bailey
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