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1. Gardner
2. Cover
3. The Contender
4. Afterimage
5. Alone Outside, Afterward
6. Orchard
7. No Words (instrumental)
8. Fabric
9. The North Shore
10. Pictures

Gardner

The empty can of dr. berry’s is gathering drops
I can still taste the residue of what used to mean a lot
Yesterday I saw the wind got swept away by
the blue and green road that sits between me and memory

where i can rest,
i can see nothing for miles around
home in effect, before now,
never thought it meant a lot.
the empty can of dr. berry’s is gathering drops
and i’m wondering if it’s the last time it helps me out

the empty can of dr berry’s is full to the top
i can’t taste much and the label is peeling off
i look over at the door hinge that’s gathering rust
now i lay here, under palm trees, gathering dust

Cover

and all this time
here i've been thinking
i should be a lot more terrified
than i am now
of big kid kicking me off the high board
and now i can't climb back to cover anymore

but you'll seek something else that's bigger
with absent understanding
soon to be replaced by setting sun
I can't see clearly
but for now you know it will be fine
i can't see nothing
but i know that it will all be fine

and she sees better things ahead
and i think what she sees was best, once


The Contender

she sat up by the radio
and let her order be known
spoken like a gentleman
don't let it go to your head again

she says
again
she says

she sat up by the radio
and it's like she's never been gone
given all the distances
i'll never have what i want again.

stop before you up and let it out again.
where you are won't lead you
to another place
no promise offered

Afterimage

separate the sideboards
and hear the steps
don't it sound familiar
that nothing's left

want to find a way
to mend a crack
in a broken wall
years since collapsed

a sound awaiting
calls from here to home
it can't be helped
or ever really known

here's the afterimage, your line of sight
(shifts in and out of focus)
try not to let it keep you up at night
(can never seem to shake it)

want to find a way
to mend a crack
(can’t keep your concentration)
in a broken wall
years since collapsed
(when you feel you’ll never make it)

a shot in the dark of day

Alone Outside, Afterward

there is no way to see, so let's just close our eyes
and pretend to ourselves that we're the last ones alive.

Orchard

sing in the orchard, falls into a name
but the crowd won't want any more

spies in the archway, holding patterns state
that the walls won't hold anymore

but seven seconds and all that will be gone
secondhand they won't matter much for long

sing in the orchard,
Separate the rest.
And I can't see two feet ahead

sleep in the cornfield
They won't have to wait
For the walls to fall anymore

but seven seconds and all that will be gone
secondhand they won't matter much for long

but talking's right
we won't cry much
and all is seen
that we won't fight much
and all is red
and black and grey

Fabric

never crossed my mind
that you'd for a moment recognize
what's there in the fabric
so clearly demarcating solid lines

so here's to the unforeseeable
what we'll try
so clear and unmistakable
to know what's right

skip winter like a stone,
cause we're writing off the extras in our minds.
i can start a fire
and we will throw in everything
that brings us down,
that weighs us down, with spite.

last call for the unforgivable
clemency shy
let's warm our hands and swear not to become
what we despise.

The North Shore

speak to me in dulcet tones
the ramparts watched
the flags were flown and it
all felt good the first moment
in time

Stopped and felt the
wind against my back
the north shore chill never lets up
This time of year morning or night

somebody's here now
waiting to see you
see how you'll let go
know that it needs you
can't fake what you see before you now

speak to me, the one who left
the match that stayed lit was extinguished
hope it felt okay from far away.

stopped and felt the
rain against my back
this doubtful chill will not let up,
no matter what, so far in time

somebody's here now
waiting to see you
see how you'll let go
know that it needs you
can't fake what you see before you now

and all the things you think you know
the things you thought you wanted
drain away

and all that's left is empty set of
pictures that will mean less
every day

never cross your mind they'd know by now
enough about the plans
to say

the empty can was overturned
spoken like a big kid's
fire play

speak to me, so far behind,
just like a stranger in the night.
i want to tell you what i should've said.

the way it felt the way i saw
the way i couldn't say at all
the way i've tried to make it cast in lead.

Pictures

she left pictures on her front lawn
i saw you take some for yourself
run it through with light and motion
see static change against your eyes.

so follow through the camera trail
piece by piece and line by line
take out til there's nothing left
thread it through to answer why

let the ink dry when it's over
step back and see someone to know
this is where you walk down onto
place invited, stub left unread

so shuffle through and shield your eyes
take your place and mind your head
they're building here so watch it rise
enjoy your stay, enjoy your life

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