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Published on Jan 14, 2009
(5a of 10) Live @ the First Unitarian Church Sanctuary - Philadelphia, PA November 16th, 2006 eattapes.com
The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
There is a rusty light on the pines tonight Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope In the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey We thought our very hearts would up and melt away From that snow in the nighttime Just going And going And the stirring of wind chimes In the morning In the morning Helps me find my way back in From the place where I have been
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger Thoough all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember
That the meteorite is a source of the light And the meteor's just what we see And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light And the meteor's how it's perceived And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in Threw the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!" The whole world stopped to hear you hollering You looked down and saw now what was happening
The lines are fading in my kingdom (Though I have never known the way to border them in) So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within The talk in town's becoming downright sickening
In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there And row through the nighttime Gone healthy Gone healthy all of a sudden In search of the midwife Who could help me Who could help me Help me find my way back in There are worries where I've been