Tag Archives: song

Cowpunk

Another track from the jukebox catalog of None So Distant. COWPUNKLast night you set my quizzical pompadour on fire. Tonight, baby, I’m yours, behind the shed, all slangy and lonesome, in the needle’s eye of a hell-bellied storm. We are … Continue reading

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Fade

It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading

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There is No Curtain

Forever and ever is the asking price and promise the singer made to the song conjugal atomic bliss siring the I that right now is speaking singularly on behalf of the song and singer forever and ever.

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Born Blues

I am the foster child of rampant insular lyricism. In it I was raised wild and came meekly to regard the moon as a shotgun blast from the mouth of eternity. I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid, blood … Continue reading

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If This

Our destinies are molecular, charged. We gravitate. Toward this and that. Other things. The bond between song and singer is immaculate proof of serviceably attuned you blameless as the blue lighting of the first moment when the multiverse sought seams … Continue reading

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Intergalactica

It is impossible to live up to the lyrical, its angelmarked bendings of antenna, and sonic proofs, to nestle in the hollows of pitch, half-bird, half-wraith, attempting the almighty bait and switch, to con the heavens into granting you a … Continue reading

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Feathers

Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.

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Fount

I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.

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Canticle

Thistles, structuring a feral paragraph in open space, as the stray feather, cruciform to fence, parlays the canticle of Muse, unfettered.

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Cup

The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.

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