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I’ve done so many things
But none like this before
The only that’s changed is
(Believe me when I say)
This: My love song—I’m alive, alive!
I’ve felt so many things
One hundred silks and furs
What it is, I cannot say,
But was something on that day
When I held you
From behind, behind—I’m alive, alive!
I’ve said so many things
But not like this before
The only thing that’s changed is
(Believe me when I say)
That I’ve missed so many miles miles miles…
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Jonas came to me one time
And everything was cool, and no one knew
Saying news and keeping on shoes
And evening was the time, so long time
Let’s go see eyes in the night sky
With me, with me, with me—
I can’t see you without me.
Such a slow vibration, you
I can’t believe the snow that goes down
So slow, so darn cold
And evening was the time, so long time
I do, I do, I do, I do! You know I do…!
I am so pleased to walk with you.
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I didn’t start this song
There’s a girl in Rhode Island,
She made me write it
She’s been gone too long
I said, “Hey lady, no worries, I’m on it.
Just have to get myself on a plane that
Even god himself won’t take
That hardly seems strange
Maybe I’ll see you, baby, after May
Everything is possible and green!”—possible!
I’m gonna buy a train
And I’m gonna ride it, I’m gonna ride it
Tina’s gonna be my right hand man
I’m so excited, I’m so excited
She needs a Lion, her lion’s flying
Over Scandinavian plains
That hardly seems strange
Maybe I’ll see him lying down by the Seine
Everything is possible and green—Passible!
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Balled up skies, I get lost and try
Welled up eyes, I have fits of Love
They only make you gleam more beautifully
And led those eyes to show that I could
Never leave you, Love.
“I’ve a light in my Portland sky”
And it shines, O! And how it shines!
If I could be your cradle than I could
Be your plane, or anything just to
Be with you right now.
O!O!O!O!
If I could tell you how much I feel now
The gods would have to close their ears cause it would
Make them deaf to hear, make them deaf to hear
How much I love you, dear.
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Elegance and Harmony
03:43
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“Life is unusual, in that
You’re always doing simply
Better than you’ve ever done
Before.”
Art is a silly game I play
And there’s always someone
Simplifying better than
Before.
But I do it cause I don’t want to lose time anymore.
Talking to a close friend who was
Telling me it takes time to say
“Everything is fine”
Everything is fine.
Talking about lovers who were
Talking to their mothers who weren’t
“Always so kind”
Always so kind.
O!
I’m sitting on the floor
But only cause this halo’s drawn
Behind me on the wall
Behind me on the wall
Elegance and Harmony, Elegance and Harmony!
Can’t you once follow me now?
I don’t want to lose time anymore.
O!
Crime is crazy kind of mind
And your always kind of
Cutting locks, while Nature talks
Inside.
And anger is a crime if ever crime there was…
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There’s a place inside
I’m inside there
I see everything I need
All I love
It doesn’t need to be so bad
It doesn’t need to be
It doesn’t need to be
It doesn’t need to be so sad
There’s a bird outside
So BIG and free
Outside of these walls
That is you and me
I see it when you read
I see it when you read to me
I cannot keep it in
I cannot keep it in, I feel free
I slice through,
Carve down
Sweet Pumpkin Raisin Bread
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Ovid Flower
03:03
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Trading leaves me forks and dimes
And kissing mouths with poor Catullae
It makes a garden, but not
The garden of Gethsemene
I’m an Ovid flower!
O! Catullae-la, brother, dear
They say it’s wrong how I hold you near
But you’re my Jesus
You’re just another Jesus
Blah, blah, blah
Even if I don’t hit it—quid est?
Quid morarsis emori?—
I don’t make it better.
And he’ll burn Christians all damn day
He spits in dirt and makes date
And I say, “Ovid—who did you create?
Who do you compare with?
Is it Catullae-la la la la?”
Even if I don’t hit it—quid est?
Quid morarsis emori?—
I don’t make it better.
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Cyane and the Muses
03:04
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I’m not the one who dies in the City
Engaging with everyone
I find my fun, bathed in Cyane
Cupid’s own captive one!
Does letting it go lead to leaving a lover
Alone against Fates design?
Venus has tied our hearts as one quickly
Now I can’t sleep for shit!
Does whispering words in a quiet dark hollow
Leave lovers with goals quite shy
Letting them die? Letting them die?
O!
I had a dream there was sunshine this morning
Yet I awoke in rain
But all the same, here’s what it said:
Muses: “O! What a face could bring pallor all over but
One who attempts a ploy, on hands that employ,
Lips that enjoy?”
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Cameron
03:15
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Cameron is writing
Writing on lines
Just like he's written
One hundred times
Side-lined étudiant
Wearing wood raw
Cameron can saw like
You've never seen anyone saw
Especially when his brother skips town
He fashions pages to be sanded down
Wood pages to be sanded down and around and around
When his brother skips town
Cities have windows
People have ways
Windows stay closed there
Most of all days
Side-lined étudiant
Well in through noon
Cameron can snooze like
You've never seen anyone snooze
When you dream, dream in lines
Perfect thoughts make perfect times
And find out that you and me beat similarly
And it's only kind of over when it's done
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There’s no paradise is life
There’s no sanctuary in life
As long as I am so far gone
Is as long as I will say:
“Would there were no telephones in love!”
“Would there were no telephones in love!”
I have the greenest pastures
I have the greenest life
But still no paradise for love
Still no paradise for love
Hey! It’s love.
There’s a monk with eyes like mine
And the moon fills up his dark insides
He says the trees lose their leaves from a greater love
Than I’ll ever know
I laughed and said, “I’ll never love again, it’s true,
If that losing could have anything to do with love”—
If losing you is love…
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Cicadas
00:50
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O Holy Mother
02:15
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I break so easily, everybody’s free
Like this hawk that flies over Cannon Beach
And to land him on my fist requires leather
Or that bird will tear me
Maybe the bird who scares me
Is only quite a wild canary
Imagine song canaries mocking
Ordinary ark building Noahs
Holy Mother can you hear me?
In my lifetime there will be no heir
Perhaps it’d pay to build a chair
And in this sanding I could be like Jesus (!)
Or Daniel where our fathers let their lovers
Lay with Lions
O Holy Mother how I cry.
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Jon David Russell Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Jon David Russell is a musician, composer, and visual artist living in Pittsburgh, PA
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