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Atlas
03:54
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I’ve got a map on my back
Shoulder to shoulder you lay the track
Race cross carnal constellations
In your spectral Cadillac
Told no stories before
Sold stilts to a giant because he wanted more
Weight rolls off my back and to his it attaches
To level out the score
More ink than blood yet always craving more
In the city, oh, on that beach
Walk on the ice ‘til it claims my feet
Specific nobody out in the cold
Go out to join him ain’t no hand to hold
Ain’t no hand to hold
They told us to hold down the fort
But this fort ain’t got no walls
I guess that means we got the whole world
I think we can hold it all hold it all
If indica could indicate
Some revelation but instead I’m just late
They say that poetry’s my specialty
But I can’t sew verse with Uncle Where beneath my feet
Stirring grass beneath your feet
Your left conscience has led you
Every which way but right
Folly and foe made you go
But oh where you gonna rest your soul tonight
Carbon dirt a marriage full of strife
Tracing maps for the rest of your life
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Flat Ground
03:27
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Well Chicago ain't so friendly to a girl and her guitar
Damn wind will snap her weary strings
Or freeze her on a train car
They say "why did you leave Denver?"
To go on an adventure
Travel far
Oh the night is stitched in orange
And the spoken word is king
I can't see no stars above or stars ahead
Where I thought my notes would ring
Flat ground, it flattens everything
Due east, my drowning grounds
Where impact sinks like pockets full of pounds
And so of you I sing
And that woman with her toothless grin
She asked if she could be my friend
And told me all her secrets
And she told me she was damned
Well she offered me her wedding ring
To escape the man who's on the other end
She said "please my dear
Help me get away from here
With one stop north his fist can't reach my ear"
With my pockets lighter
Would she become a fighter
Every street corner question
Grow her future from her tears
Triangular enlightenment
You're too big for your home
This chaotic state would seal my fate
If only I believed in them
I'm light and so my feet
Don't leave impressions on wet concrete,
Carry on
Mountains turn to squares
And there ain't solace anywhere
And so I call you home
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Skipping Stones
03:44
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The stain on the ceiling
Shaped like a man with no feeling
You stare but he can’t see you back
To care what you’ve been stealing
He knows I have this aching pain
To leave my shoes dirty, they’ll never see me again
Again ‘cause they ain’t my friends
But that dirt leaves me empty
Reach out your disillusioned mind
And remember when you were mine
And all these colors come rising with the tide
Or a simpler time
There ain’t no point in skipping stones
When the magic runs out the water swallows them whole
Swallows them whole
This much I know
Call me insane
But I’ve been to that sacred place and back again
Saints and shamans blessed be their names
But they all sound the same
There ain’t no point in skipping stones
When the magic runs out the water swallows them whole
Swallows them whole
This much I know
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Major 7
02:05
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Tuesday bluesday
Myriad shades of down
One last cigarette glass half full with regret
In the absence of sound
She still hangs on your tongue
Like the wine you drank last night all alone
If you don’t recall there’s that stain on the wall
Of your home
And when your fingers still grip a minor key
Your strings pull low tides
Sing shaky melancholy harmonies
Oh can it be
That you let yourself believe
That within you a void to be filled
By just one complementary piece
If you don’t you should know
That one shouldn’t fill you but make you overflow
And their melodies fell from grace long ago
It’s high time that your tongue met the page
To compose your own
Major 7, the sound of contented unknown
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Foster
04:26
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This is Foster
Iron electrics per quarter roll into my head
Bury me in my bed
Just because from my perch I can kiss the train
Don’t mean I’m gonna roll away
But don’t mean I’m here to stay
When impermanence catches your eye
A modest mistress who won’t tell you why
She asks you to dance
Perfect the practice of chance
We are the ever oversaturated
Perpetually unsatisfied
Find solitary solidarity
With your partners in flight
Bird on my finger bee on my arm
Let me wrap them around and show you that charm
That I learned long ago
Lesson I learned on my own
Since the good old days
I search for a place
Where air is sweeter
And I can be the girl so tall
Never destined for me at all
Lucky dollar it ain’t worth none
But it tells that day will come
I will cease lamenting songs
Get lost, leave Foster to be found
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Sophie Rae Chicago, Illinois
I play all the strings and other things: from Colorado to Chicago, all around and in between.
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