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Clear Light Of Morning
02:47
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in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
‘midst impassable roads now
I can make out a way
in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
all your fears were unfounded
and your worries assuaged
in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
some years were fallow
and some years were fey
yet I can see all their plenty
in the clear light of day
in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
those few remnants of storm clouds
out in far pasture graze
in the clear light of morning
in the clear light of day
a lucent glass carafe half filled
in the clear light of day
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2. |
This Day Is A Feast
05:06
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I met a man on the dry docks of an island, the fog was wan, wool and wight. He led me from the boatyard to a cellar, the beams were hewn, rude
and white. He showed me into a basement full of rummage, a table there good and wide. He took his cane an he raised it towards the ceiling, fished
it in between the wooden seams.
And from on high came the sound of coin-dead jangle, he held my gaze and my enquire. The shape of shells, the din of empty oysters fell in
cascade on the dusty floor. The more the man worked his staff unto the ceiling, the more the shells, the more they poured.
disassemble the parts you're made of
lay them out on the banquet table
this day is a feast
you're about to begin
all the layers of callous quicklime
melt away when you drink the house wine
this day is a feast
this day is a feast
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3. |
Follow The Wind
02:53
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I’ll follow the wind
begin in the dawn
the great southern lawn
gather the circular papers
forgotten remainders from yesterday
I’ll follow the wind
wherever it goes
the lesser of roads
it comes alongside
drives it’s stirrups into pride
perhaps I’ll find my way back again
I’ll follow the wind
wherever it goes
I’ll follow the wind
the end of the line
ten stops beyond mine
the boardwalking ocean
the wooden roller coaster
closed down for the coney night
I’ll follow the wind
whenever it blows
the less that I know
the lighter I am to be carried
on a libertine course
down the tracks of life
I’ll follow the wind
wherever it goes
in the dark fourth watch of the night it leaps
from the vigil kept in the highest cleft
down to the coast where the foam heads roil
ride the painted crest of the carousel
directing the song of the dune grass choir
comb the fur of the scavenging fox on fire
august waters of the warm sream gulf
lift the porcelain moon to my open mouth
I’ll follow the wind
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4. |
Sheridan
04:06
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when I left you there
in that place in time
thinking I’d return
and then a year went by
then the baby came
and I missed that too
you stood as still as stone
inside her dressing room
then the news it came
at the end of May
my brother fell at work
and he wouldn’t wake
I was on my knees
in the shed outside
pleading begging God
not to run and hide
then you took me up
onto that East End hill
the fog was rolling away
the sun was shining still
you knew the place it was safe to cry
and through my tears I could see your smile
all the wind in your golden hair
you are the gold in my winded hands
Sheridan
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5. |
Without Love
04:49
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Today you came and dwelt in my mind, we traveled some of the paths that you left aside. Life pulls up the stakes and you’re dragged behind the
wheels of the train, a doll on a chain with no death to die.
Will any of those seed take root: the house you’d build in the kills for your sons to run; will you ever bear those lives in your time or are those visions
gone?
my heart is for you
towards you
my heart is for you
without love
I am nothing at all
I am no one to call
without love
without love
I am nothing at all
I am no friend to call
without love
these words
are birds
mistaking sky
lying lifeless
on the ground
without love I am
I am nothing at all
without love I am no one
nothing at all
without love
I am nothing at all
I am no friend to call
without love
I am no one
I’ve been nowhere
I’d have no name
I’ll leave no trace
without love
I am
nothing
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6. |
Lost Highway
05:57
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I’ve been looking for you on the highway
why weren’t you there?
I’ve been waiting for you so long
where have you been
where have you been
where, where, where, where, where?
I’ve been looking for you all around the town
I’ve been looking for you on the byway
no sign of you there
I’ve been waiting for you so long
where have you been
where have you been
where, where, where, where, where?
I’ve been looking for you all around the town
well this is some kind of life
when I feel every mile
you were all that I had
you were all I had
I long to find you
you were all I had
I’m long behind you
I’ve been looking for you on the highway
why weren’t you there?
where have you been
where have you been
where, where, where, where, where?
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7. |
Wash My Blues Away
03:15
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I hear the thunder
lowing and braying
herd on the restless sky
and I know it’s mine
I see the lightning
whinnying, neighing
mare on her quarter hind
and I know it’s time
to wash my blues away
wash my blues away
the waste that was laid
the soul that I lost
the land that I left
for a pearl of great cost
I will lie in this field
I will let the rain fall
and wash my blues away
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8. |
The Waker Dreams
06:14
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river that runs under the sea
finds the warm air in the spring of a dream
when I awake, what do I glean
and what to discard from all that I’ve seen
a mountain of shards, a sliver within
memory’s bard sings a diamond hymn
current of kith, cool river deep
eddying kin in the shallows of sleep
I see them mining the coal, digging the clay,
skimming the oil, sifting the waste,
loading the boxcar, mending the tire,
laying the steel bar, tending the fire.
The messenger comes down, I wrestle his might:
my power is bested, but given the sight.
I am a strange son -- the future a changed one.
slowly motion falling eyes
with the darkness by your side
there is nothing left to hide
ladder linking earth and sky
there’ll be plenty to be found
when the night comes back around
The shelves upon your secret heart have hidden tomes away,
censured by the inquisition of the necessary day.
How many are given to quotidian in gray?
And so these celluloid transparencies
in color on your mind are overlaid.
The confetti of the living fills the air of the parade.
You find that time is not a line
but a collapsing ring of hopes, and shades, and fates
where we have all come to be seen
and for to see
the waker dreams.
slowly motion falling eyes
there is nothing left to hide
with the darkness by your side
ladder linking land and sky
there’ll be plenty to be found
when the light comes
when the night comes
back around
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9. |
Across The Sea
03:09
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come across the Ocean
come across the Sea
I want to feel your body
and hold you close to me
make a wish upon that star
falling in the sky
make a wish upon a lash
and think of you and I
come across the Ocean
come across the Sea
absence makes the heart long
but it’s your presence that I need
come across the Ocean
come across the Sea
I want to feel your body
and hold you close to me
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Gutter Sparrow Brooklyn, New York
Gutter Sparrow is the solo music of John Mosloskie, who wrote and sang for Holler Wild Rose. He also has had the pleasure of touring/recording with Ian McGlynn, Ben+Vesper, Aradhna, The Loom, Jesse Marchant, Heather Woods Broderick and The Building.
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