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Long since I started,
lain out in the world
I breathe in days,
she hums in between.
Grown over by time,
in peace she is there.
Masked and alone;
it’s all I have known.
Her words are etched in my hands:
“You ache for this pain.”
Wash me down,
sit me up -
nothing’s clear
before it is shown.
Through my life
and what I’ve learned,
it’s poetic my dear.
Long since she started
I might have known -
I never was sure
of the hope I might own.
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Beautiful Blood
02:13
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Her flesh –
yearn delves into him.
He can trace down her spine
with ease and appease, please…
It appears a piece of the last verse
can be found in the next
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Where I'm Bound
03:59
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Beauty lay slain,
bags in tow,
longing for her ear.
My fingers dance,
now they know
which strings are fragile.
Hope is a melody,
slow,
borne in the meantime.
Wind weaving through me,
I know
I’m in my right mind.
I know not where I am bound
before they lay me in the ground.
Humbly before me,
my life;
acres of hachure.
Wish that it could
just suffice
to sit and wonder.
For the miles I have come to adore,
time won’t erase them.
And the miles I have yet to explore,
you can’t efface them.
I know not where I am bound
before they lay me in the ground.
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With a face like autumn
and her laced-up boots,
she’ll free any man’s heart
from its cold, Northern noose.
And her sun-kissed cheeks
that you hear in her laugh…
in her tears can be read
a most poignant epitaph.
She’s the one they all flock to
but she’ll settle for none
‘til she sees in her eyes
what her damage has done.
And she’ll lie down to rest
as alone she does best.
The deep night unto her
may its peace manifest.
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Wash
01:27
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Loner
04:33
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I think I know why
she can’t let me go
I’ve fallen again
and it’s starting to show.
A reasonable reaction
to what’s naturally taught;
another child,
Mother can’t bear the thought.
A first love,
the worst love,
nearly part of my bones.
She’s a jealous sort of soul
and she can’t be alone.
I’m a roamer, an Atoner,
I’ve been known to be a loner
but her voice is all that I need.
I guess that is why,
I hope that is why,
a stalemate no longer
brings tears to my eyes.
My whole life I see
what has happened to me
is finally met with a reason.
We’ll watch them pass by
two by two as they try
to recall from their past
how they ever got by.
I’ll know I have you
and you’ll know it too,
like it should have been
from the beginning.
A first love,
the worst love,
nearly part of my bones.
She’s a jealous sort of soul
and she can’t be alone.
I’m a roamer, an Atoner,
I’ve been known to be a loner
but her voice is all that I need.
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7. |
Hollow Teeth
04:00
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Hey, just thought you’d like to know
how it all turns out,
‘cause we all need reminders at times.
Hey, just thought you’d like to hear
how the backwards web of time
can make a tune so clear.
Sometimes it feels like we’re all hollow teeth,
forcing a grin through our homemade dreams
to embrace them, replace them,
the memories we made.
Chase them, encase them,
for too soon they will fade.
Sometimes it feels like my troubles agree
and sometimes it feels like they’re married to me.
Hey, just thought you ought to see
how the dark does give way
to sight eventually.
Hey, just thought you’d like to know
how it all turns out
‘cause we all need reminders at times:
You need love to feel right now.
Sometimes it feels like we’re all hollow teeth,
forcing a grin through our homemade dreams
to embrace them, replace them,
the memories we made.
Chase them, encase them,
for too soon they will fade.
Sometimes it feels like my troubles agree
and sometimes it feels like they’re married to me.
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8. |
Jessamine
04:24
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There’s a lamppost raining on the cul-de-sac
and it’s washing away what pretense owned.
When Annette was young, they were often bold
though they wouldn’t be told what they couldn’t have known.
There’s a trophy out in the parking lot
and a blue-wing taut out on the dock.
He’s in the dark car waiting for the tears to pass;
she can kiss his ass as the pines they mock.
This too is flawed,
like she was on the sod.
When the birch tree rains like a carousel
and the season’s swell but the hour’s not,
there’s a tough guy sitting on his bedroom floor
as his thoughts they pour and they’re all he’s got.
And the orange light reaching through the window pane
in the midnight rain is seldom seen.
She can’t go back and she won’t go through,
so there’s nothing to do for young Jessamine.
This too is flawed,
like she was on the sod.
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9. |
Faith/Truth
02:27
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The sweet scent of pines
is the only faith I need
and the only truth I want
to rely on.
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Lover and Singer
03:52
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Beneath the fires broken
I lay my head down
No longer am alone now,
my solace; her crown.
Replete with warm emotions,
I bathe in her shrine.
Caressed by cleansing currents,
my soul I consign.
and the Singer sings along…
Restless, yet still devoted,
ascension; my prize.
Gone forth to heed this calling,
within me it cries.
Belief is far from lonely
outside of this mind.
What more can she now show me,
forever resigned?
and the Singer sings along…
Sweetness my greatest pleasure,
it fills me to my core.
All else cannot perturb me,
she need not implore.
On miles of time I stand now
in misty commune.
Once more with raw elation,
the Lover does croon
and the Singer sings along…
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11. |
Give Up the Ghost
06:22
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Well I confess feelings of innocence
had been deep within my core
until at last I felt no more.
I’ve been down, I’ve been down lower still
if you know where you don’t want to be
it helps point you where to go.
Can you see what I so plainly see?
How the trail I’ve traveled all alone
has long been overgrown.
Now I find my feet, fuck this, I can’t be beat
As the wind catches the sail,
I hold fast, I will prevail.
You gotta give up your ghost.
Let it all go, die for a moment,
live long enough to be you, not another.
Combat those visions, they’ve taken their toll.
Come out and meet me on the other side.
Give up your ghost.
It seems to me what you need to be free
is nothing more than inner bliss,
without which you’ll be remiss.
Give away that which you harden to;
it’s in the clamor of our bones
that, if you listen, will be foretold.
I’ll live no more in quiet consequence
of the slumber that my soul
has fallen into beyond control.
Turn within, brother, and she’ll call out
and you’ll find that solemn main
to be less certain than this pain.
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12. |
Beautiful Brain
04:15
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line, silent line;
how it comforts him this day.
This fluid, fluent future
sits before him faisant prez.
He is the poet
to her most fair.
The love borne between
fills and colors the air.
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13. |
Ancient Religion
06:32
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I: And I hear her call;
sweet wherewithal,
the distant squall.
Light fails not much more.
A timid roar –
my holy war.
Fills my lungs complete,
else obsolete
yet indiscrete.
She: …
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14. |
St. Croix
04:23
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Matt Sheeley Saint Paul, Minnesota
Passionate folk pop paired with intimate poetry. Lush arrangements inspired by spiritual nature communion and containing fragments of childhood photographs. Poetry with depth that is meant to be explored and music that supports it. All of these are synonymous with Matt Sheeley. ... more
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