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10,000 Kinds of Honesty
I love you, I need you, I have to leave you—
I am not the one.
It hurts you. It hurts me, too. I am not grief-proof.
But I’ve a feeling that our love is done.
Sometimes sorries don’t mean a goddamn thing:
It’s just something you say to pray the pain away.
Yeah I know that sounds an awful lot like lyin’,
but honestly, there’s never been only one kind of truth.
My words are uncertain, so I keep ‘em bottled up inside
my mind is racing for some finish line…
As if I could get a trophy, hold it up and show you what it’s all been for
as if that would make up for what a mess I am.
There’s too much work, I’m such a jerk
I know you just wanted me to love you
but the tree of my love, my love,
has a twisted maze of roots.
Sometimes sorries don’t mean a goddamn thing:
It’s just something you say to pray the pain away.
Yeah I know that sounds an awful lot like lyin’,
but honestly, there’s never been only one kind of truth.
Yeah I know this sounds an awful lot like lyin’,
but honestly, there’s never been only one kind of truth.
No, honestly, I’d love you to point out
one tiny simple truth.
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Apologies
04:09
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Apologies
You will hurt the people you love.
Down the road we go, laughing ‘alright.’
And here comes the part when I tear you apart—
You wanna know how sharp I can be?
Fill up my heart.
Dump it out.
Fill up my heart again.
Dump it out.
Cuz it’s all
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thanks every last day of my life.
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you every day.
These needs we all have have a habit of puttin’ us in each other’s way.
All the grid-locked cars are also tryin’ to get home today.
You will hurt the people you love, and that’s okay:
All the grid-locked cars are all so trying to get home today.
Fill up my heart.
Dump it out.
Fill up my heart again.
Dump it out.
Cuz it’s always
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you
Pardon me, Thanks, every last day of my life.
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you every day.
You will hurt the people you love.
Hand in hand we go, laughing ‘Alright.’
Do you remember the part, when it was long after dark,
and you said, ‘Will you stay with me?
‘And fill up my heart,
And dump it out, and
Fill up my heart again
And dump it out?
Cuz it’s all
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you
Sorry & Thanks every damn day of my life.
Sorry & Thank you,
Sorry & Thank you
Sorry & Thank you
every day.’
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Hot Dogs in the Freezer
01:37
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Ding!
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The Dragon Cowboy Song
03:38
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The Dragon Cowboy song
Well, the penny’s always droppin’ on my big toe.
When I’m forced to leave, in the course of ease, I know just where to go.
Yippie-ho, yippie-ha, I can’t tell what I cannot show.
I been playin’ cards with pigs and bards who are wagering my soul.
Do you want this to be a love song
Or a cowboy’s midnight moonshine-drinkin’ tune?
We can ride the wind in 86 directions
on a banjo string-wound rose hot-air balloon.
O the holes we been diggin’ make sturdy beds.
It’s lower, low we go, thinkin’ ‘This’ll never end.’
Giddyup when you get down, slow your roll as the road bends.
I’m in a thunderstorm of questions until I find my friends.
Do you want me to stand with you in protest?
Let me lose my shoes, and here’s the sign I made.
We can ride the wind in 10,0000 directions
in a Jetta Jedi Jesus motorcade.
O Lordy it’s not what you think.
It’s not leaving your cares in the drink.
You might be the one to lead the herd today—donchyaknow
we are sheep headed where all sheep go.
The oats we been sowin’ don’t bear no fruit.
You can hem and haw all day, but you still got to pick a suit.
Vaya con dios—throw the carcass down the chute.
If you tie the knot or if you take the pot, you can never keep the loot.
Didjya want me to deal you all the good ones?
That’s not the way the game is played, no way.
We can ride the wind in infinite directions
like two lovers dozing in the willow’s shade.
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33 Seconds of Justice
00:37
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Womp womp
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Mickey B
04:42
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Mickey B
O Mickey B, I have seen you in my dreams, standing on a board in the river, paddling
to places I’d like to be with you, hold your hand like a hole in a rock wall
crumbling to sand—I know this world will drop us like we can’t hold on—
we can’t hold on to what is gone,
and it’s all going.
Crouching on the dock, I pull you up out of the lake, the water beads on
your hips and shoulders glow like Christmas lights reflecting from
the bar behind us watches two butt naked people in the dusk
standing there, jus talkin’, like we never left the garden, and we
never got the memo we should feel ashamed.
All I have for you my darling wonder: wonder, ‘How does love awake
so easily and sleep so violently inside us pretending
that we aren’t the same?’ Are we the same?
Are we the same?
When I went to church, O the priest would talk of love like it was
something for the pure and holy, only those who spoke a name
and knew all the code words would be let into heaven—
well that never felt too joyful, wearin’ harps and spotless robes
with people who do not curse or dance
like it’s the end of the world.
All we have is this moment. I’m sorry to spell it out
so publicly, I wish my artifice was suave and graceful, but
the night has shown me
every star
is a question
I don’t know.
O Mickey B, I have seen you in my dreams, sleepin’
against a rock, high up on a mountain top, blanket[ed] by
the northern lights, bathing you in green and purple,
comet tails streakin’ by—
why O why are you up there dreamin’
as I’m climbin’, wonderin’
‘Are you waiting for me?’
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Out In Sky
03:37
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Out In Sky
All my words is wrong
forget it
You take me back so calm
to prove that you won't regret it
O it won't take long
if we let it
Hold my hands I'm breaking out in sky
Cloud formation canopy of lying in July
and O-o-o
You take me to the wall
It's lights and smokes, no weeping Charlie Brown
Oo it won't be long till we'll miss this
Light my fuse we'll launch this up in sky
Flowers flare in darkness and we'll re-ignite July
and O-o-o
Ooooooo00ooooooOoooooOoooooo
The names we make are all
forgotten
The cold of Russia halted their marches
Ooo who shoots a gun in a garden??
Angels come and take apart this wall
Picking daisy afternoons, alive in paradise
and O-o-0
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Brush Your Hair
03:00
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Brush Your Hair
If you step right to me I will brush your hair
Hangin’ on me, hangin’ on me, O Lord!
Pull yourself together and sit right there.
Hangin’ on you hangin’ on me, baby.
It’s not my place to give away
where you’ll go when you leave this face.
Stars all shine inside your eyes
but when you go, I’ll be by your side
And if you step right to me I will brush your hair
Hangin’ on me, hangin’ on me, O Lord!
Pull yourself together—for what do you care?
What’s hangin’ on you, hangin’ on you, baby?
Bones legs skin pressurized,
you’re a walking drum how you swing and slide.
I watch, watch you grow,
no this ain’t mine, love, it’s all your show.
Go, my baby
Walk the earth as tenderly as
All the dogs and the coyotes howl
I’ll be there if you need me.
Darling, I’ll sur-render completely
Till my own bones are weakly
And it’s plain that I need thee—
Now could you step right to me, would you brush my hair?
I’m hangin’ on you, hangin’ on you, O Lord!
Pulled myself together, what I had I shared
now I’m hangin’ on you hangin’ on me, baby.
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Napkins on the Wall
02:49
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Napkins on the Wall
I don’t have to be your man,
I don’t have to wear your gold,
and if you’d lead me to the war,
I wouldn’t go— no-o.
Say you’ll make me #1,
Say you’ll promise all the comfort of
a happy marriage, a happy home,
it’ll go— o-oh.
Is it all that you ever wanted, or
is it barely enough for you now?
When it’s gone to the bone and the curses come,
can you hold your head up straight?
Could be better, could be worse.
At least we have these cups with funny shapes
to hold our water, hold our wine.
It’s alright— ay-aye!
Is it all that you ever wanted, or
is it barely enough for you now?
When it’s gone to the bone, and your napkins on the wall,
can you fold your hands sayin’ Thanks?
Is it all that you ever wanted, or
Is it barely enough for you now?
When it’s gone to the bone and your napkin’s on the plate,
can you fold your hands sayin’ Thanks?
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Spit
01:23
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Spit
You were speshly, freshly made.
Fleshy cellular stacks quilted in braids,
a parade of organic, molecular mechanics
fixing their forces on each other for the formation of crazy antics
perpetrated by an unknown mask:
the cheetah-fast Shiva dance always flippin’ out and calling you back.
It’s a half-and-half bath of passion and math
basking in craps and crass laughs
at the path of black cats in your past.
But you passed the crash class, and I’m glad it got bad.
Yeah I’m sad when you’re sad—that’s the birthmark that all of us have,
to be burned sharp and dragged through the dirt dark in rags
till you think you’ll turn mad, I hearddat.
The trees keep keep whispering there’s no turning back.
Ever since the doctor done slapped ya in yer ass
you’ve been riding in a go-kart that you know is gonna crash
and how can you get out of it? This nothing ever lasts is
dancing in the waves of the wind through the grasses.
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11. |
In Your Ear
02:34
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In Your Ear
A breath of air against the wind
Won’t make no difference.
You fucked up bad and now you’re here.
Go ahead and kick at the air—
Air,
We need you now to sing.
But air won’t turn your arms to wings.
I gotta say the obvious thing.
Cuz you clearly didn’t hear it the first time.
A shame for all the time you waste.
Even rats in a cage keep pace.
The jet fuel’s gone off in your face.
My child, it’s time to awake—
Aches
and pains will come your way.
The night will always turn to day.
I know that’s dumb and obvious to say,
But you clearly didn’t hear it the first time.
Share your gold when you’re the king,
And when you’re beggin’ burn an offering.
I always say the obvious thing.
‘Cuz you clearly didn’t hear me
Clearly didn’t hear me, no you
Clearly
Didn’t hear me
the first time.
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12. |
Kat's Song
03:48
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Kat’s Song
Baby blue, please come home,
I’m tired of talking on the phone.
Love you now, I love you then,
love you to the heartbeat end.
O Life is long
Come you now, comfort me
broken winged up in the tree.
Make a stage of sticks and straw
for dancing when my heart is raw.
O Life is long
O Life is long
Precious when it spoils in days,
a summer breeze washing away.
Only a fool believes their dreams,
taken in by what is seen.
O Life is long
O Life is long
Maybe when the flowers fall away
we’ll still smell that sweet perfume.
My love is shining bright today—
It’s all I have for you.
Candles burn while we stay up
counting all our priceless luck,
remembering that band of strings—
we listened to the old men sing,
‘O Life is long
O Life is long’
I recall the nights I’ve danced.
Now my body is a branch
fallen from that ancient tree—
snap me up for kindling.
O Life is long
O Life is long
Baby blue, please come home
I’m tired of feeling all alone.
Here you are, here we go
Follow where the river flows—
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is long
O Life is
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Old Sap Asheville, North Carolina
Old Sap is a poet-banjoist currently located in Western North Carolina.
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