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Cottonwood Cologne
02:50
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Dug up boneset and the stem grew through the leaves
Comfrey lucky comin’ free
Jewelweed screamed a song and Gumweed whispered “see, it’s all easy”
St. John’s mother’s Nettle made into a stew
Morning dew and Feverfew
Hawthorn’s berries mashed in jam and jelly, you drinking from spruce
Dirt in the dandelion root
And you saying “all there is to do”
Sink now, into the Pennycress
Clover, Cottonwood Skull and Cap
Peppermint balm on my sternum, neck, and back
Open, present, and slow
Peppermint balm on my sternum, neck, and back
Open, present, and slow
Loud, cold
Lobelia quiet
Body low and closed
Alone and violet
Hawkweed juice in stone
Turned to wine now
Cottonwood cologne
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Good and Enough
03:14
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Where we meet, I made it down the street
On my own two - on my own two feet
Moon and sun both in the sky to see
With my own two - with my own two mes
or three, I can see more below when I’m down on my knees
cycle of wheat going up, then out, then into, then back on, then down
Maybe you’re the place where water turns to rush
Where it’s dark and brown all day and it’s abrupt
No you’re the place where it opens to the air
It’s concrete, it’s low and crushed
It’s a soft seat, it’s pink and plush
It’s what we need, It’s good and enough
It’s dead wheat, It’s exactly what we want… exactly what we want it to be
Landlord called it’s eggshell white or bust
All clownfish orange purple jester rust
Turned from blue to a nighttime shade of dust
I’m the city glowing on your trust
Maybe you’re the place where water turns to rush
Where it’s dark and brown all day and it’s abrupt
No you’re the place where it opens to the air
And it’s lush and green with brush and it’s pure
undisturbed cause no one’s ever there
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Lockstep
02:39
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One in one, in, in one room
All, everyone you ever knew
Drawn into deep dark old tattoo
Knees in the sand
You’re just supposed to do the best you can, I guess
Head in my hands
You just watch the test and withstand, I guess
I’m stained by the fire I was forged in but I’m on my way
Lost it in the trying and made a good impression instead
Pedal back
Pole as mast
With sleeve on wrist
Bit of wood and graphite stick
Bend and twist
Woven thread losing it
Fingers bent to build a fist
Peeking out the port hole
At the blacktop, winning streak
Revival in the storm ahead
I’ll be home before you fall asleep
It’s a coin turning, stopping, pressing
into leather
He’s a hem in lockstep with the top of his shoes
I’m bad to the bone, but I can’t be all
bad
If this is how I feel
Nothing on my shoulders but it’s something to get over
Pole as mast
Pedal back to stop
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Light Study Indianapolis, Indiana
Light Study is a four-dimensional rock ‘n roll quadrilateral, inhabiting space and time in the form of Clinton Hughey, Burd Phillips, Brandon Schaaf, and Paul Goodenough.
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