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Let me tell you a story. Gather around
Of a creature both scaly and true
Four thousand, six hundred and seventy-five
In colors of red, green, yellow and blue
Roam this earth for the delight of me and of you
Bearded dragon, Crested Gecko, Blue Tongued Skink, Gila Monster
These are the lizards I know
Small head, short neck, long body and a tail.
Two hundred million years of perfection
In the evolutionary scale
Desert Iguana, Zebra Tailed Lizard, Panther Chameleon, Komodo Dragon
These are the lizards I know
Basking in sunshine. Moving their eyelids. Don’t need much water
With tongues that can smell
and claws that can grip….
Basilisk Lizard, Green Anole, Leopard Gecko, Black and white Tegu
Why go hunting for Dragons
When you can find a lizard
In the desert or backyard
Closest to you
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West of Growing Things
01:59
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Wings bring us home, home
But, am I whole?
They’ll never know
Fire, ghosts live within me now
Leave the rolling hills right where they are
Beer in their flagons, color in their cheeks
Men, it’s their time now. So they say
So, it’s best I go. Take care of growing things
I don’t know where the West is either
But the boat’s already here
Take care
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Cross-Sound Ferry
01:12
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Here, somewhere else, gone
Somehow
No phone calls,
Baseball walls,
Candy drawer, coin jar, cam girls,
Love you more
What now?
Well, I hope
That ferry brought you home
We’ll build our lives
From salt and paint and sea foam
That’ll have to be enough
For now
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4. |
Make a Thing
02:17
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Why are we here
Nobody knows
Hardly matters anyway
Try your best
To do some good
Try to do those things you should
Carve a figure out of wood
Give it to your sister for protection
You’d give her way more if you could
Life’s a joke
So live it up
Doesn’t matter anyway
Make some art
Share a drink
Clear the dishes from the sink
Without even being asked
It will change more than you think
Took me a long long long long long long time
To learn that hard work might not make you a dime
That connection is the only thing worth a damn
Each day is filled with mental spam
So make a thing
Put it out
No one will know what it’s about
Best case, someone’s life will grow
Worst case no one will ever care or know
There are much worse ways to spend 3 hours
Than sculpting a creepy crow
Made you laugh, anyhow
Life’s a joke
Live it up
Doesn’t matter anyway
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I Need a Gargoyle
03:12
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I need a gargoyle
To protect me
From myself
A garish face of soft gray stone
Peering down from some stately building
That’s probably a bank now
Wedged between a deli and a place to fix your phone
He looks something like a cow
And something like a crow
Every time I’m asked a favor he’ll emerge with zero stealth
Shouting “NO!”
Before I even open up my mouth
If I peer into a mirror with thoughts less than generous
He’ll smash it into pieces
Nothing more and nothing less
When anxious thoughts are circling
I start picking at my scalp
He’ll make a gorgeous helmet made of
Opals, sand and kelp
My guardian had a name once
But it’s been lost to time
A sculptor had a bestiary
And imposter syndrome
As her guide
When the patron first beheld the work
They seemed less than impressed
But he’s up there on the building now
So it all worked out. I guess
Now in his gravelly voice he tells me
That I am enough
That self-love must come from within
But he gets that it is tough
He says that some days it’s better to be made of stone
But a fragile human mind and body has perks he’ll never know
Strength feels all the sweeter when it’s your job to grow
If you’d like a gargoyle of your very own
Spend some time looking up
Turn your mind toward stranger things
And ask for some backup
Take some time alone, just to reassess
If all else fails
Mail me one hundred dollars
And hope for the best
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11:15 from Ronkonkoma
02:01
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Coffee percolating
Boxed corn muffins baking
News 12 is playing
711 has been robbed
You hear the mailman coming
The bathroom fan is humming
A relationship is crumbling
On Dr. Somebody’s talk show
Dust motes float in a ray of light
A bluebird rests during its flight
You’d be crazy to miss this deal, alright?
On this chunky costume jewelry
Everything is quiet and still
No creeping beings haunt these hills
Even so the air feels wrong
Each minute feels a bit too long
Better get back to where you belong
Catch the 11:15 train
Stuff your suitcase overhead
Nibble Anxiously at the bread
They wouldn’t let you leave without
Ball of tinfoil in your hand
Stare out at the ticket stand
Eyes slide over the barren land
And the sandwich shop where no one ever eats
Ticket punched
Transfer made
Turnstile passed and train fare paid
Emerge again from underground
Street vendors call all out loud
Reassuring bustle of the crowd
Key clicks into the lock
Silently chiming cuckoo clock
Construction hammering in the street
Slide beneath your crumpled sheets
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Mythril Axe to Grind
02:47
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Why does beef stew always sound so good
In those long ass books written by sad white men?
And why does fairy land involve some master plan
To gain the upper hand?
Well they draw us in with all the journeyin’
With juicy bad omens and heroes left unsung
And as you settle in
Just a few pages in
It’s a gratuitous description of somebody’s tits
Describe her “lithe” body
Not meant for you and me
It’s meant for somebody called “Joe Everyman”
We are sex positive, just give us some consent
Brain in her head, some autonomy
Come on, don’t be such a damn coward
And hey, another thing
What’s up with all those orcs
Your racial metaphors really need some work.
These books are friends to me
Full of immense beauty
I’ll wish for hobbit feet every day of my life
Just have an axe to grind with one singular voice being heard
Perhaps grand destinies could be for everyone
Think of all the wizards, dragons, royal intrigue,
Magic crystals, shadowy figures, prophetic weapons,
Honey wine, unknown creatures, epic quests, enchanted forests,
To explore
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Someday, if you're Lucky
03:51
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White marble stone
Remembrance lost to time
Alone but not alone
A home but not a home
Epitaph all overgrown
Iron rails all in a line
Wander through
Limestone stories call
Our cities will all fall
No matter how high you build the wall
The dust is coming for you too
Da da da da dadadada…Hmm
Someday, if you’re lucky
A bird will use you as it’s perch
A bee will pull nectar from a
Flower planted outside a church
A fungus will emerge,
growing up out of the earth
A weed will grow, forgotten
On the year of your birth
Save your tears to water
The gardens of the living
Restore the wilted mint plant on the windowsill
The gift that keeps on giving
Give it all away
Rehearsal for someday
Da da da da dadadada…Hmm
Wander down Sweet-Gum Path
Throw away your makeshift crown
Take a breath
Feel the air
You are here
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9. |
Attic Door
02:19
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The air feels expectant, though there’s nothing to do
Peer into windows just to feel real lives… somewhere
Maybe you’ll find a doorway leading somewhere new
Up in your attic where there wasn’t one before
You’ll be standing there in purple moonlight and you’ll finally know what’s true
This new world… is home for you
It’s home for you
It’s home for you
It’s home for you
All those nights wandrin’ looking for treasures in the gutter
Weren’t wasted, just misplaced, some part of you just knew
When your skin felt like an ill-fitting sweater, it was ok
‘Cause now you know those amber fields are yours to run through
You’ll find monsters here too, at least their teeth are plain to see
Keep them at bay with feverfew, honeydew, knife in the heart. That’ll do it
And you’ll figure it out. Because this dark world…
It’s home for you
It’s home for you
It’s home for you
There may come a day when you’ll be forced to return
Unfinished business, a bridge or two to burn
An egg sandwich with your name on it
And one last page to turn
Kiss your mom goodbye, grab your dog
Climb those stairs, and you’ll know for sure
That this new world is forever home for you
Let it all go
Come home
Let it all go
Come home
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10. |
Seaglass Monsters
02:24
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First Hello. Two Forks. In between
Kind of like that Hamptons stuff on tv but not really
And you? Where’s that?
Oh I like Bigfoot too
And those things down in the deep… Well they’re pretty cool
Coffee sounds really, really good
Oh yeah, that solitary thing. Well, see you around
Dog beach? Hell yeah. Let’s go right now
Pabst is fine. I’ll bring some limes
Oh.. Where's that? West Coast?
Good luck
Keep your eye on the ground
Tell me what you find
I heard the seaglass sounds like whispers at low tide
It was nice. It was
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Sage Kendel Brooklyn, New York
Sage Kendel is a singer-songwriter and ukulele player in Brooklyn, NY. Sage has a background in visual arts, and only recently picked up the ukulele and suddenly became inspired to write songs with both a personal and a fantastical bent. Untrained in music theory, Sage writes songs intuitively and presents them in a lo-fi context to encourage intimacy. ... more
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