1. |
Opening My Palms
01:54
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on the first informal due drenched morning
of Autumn, whispering cool breeze
measuring the day, new season creeping in
through tall grass swaying in a mountains meadow
i awoke to a kiss from the sky
and felt for the very first time
everything I need
is all around me
and I opened my palms
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2. |
This Abundant Life
02:10
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I’m prone to talk to the sun
just like a friend
awake in high season
there’s some weeds growing up
from between the rocks
to pick up on the same conversation
and I begin to flourish
orange sunburnt in the shape of perfection
useless for any task created by a human
I stare direct
toward This Abundant Life it’s shining
they say exposure to the sun prevents burning
Field of vision expanded
celebrate the beginning
as eternity continues
in waking life’s ending
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3. |
I Want To Be Golden
02:49
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In attempt to avoid dissonance
let’s dissect a natural choice
in an act that should be thoughtless
the outline of your face looks beautiful
in evening’s scarlet sky
with the gaps of light I can choose
how to paint the inside
the universe manifested itself on
beaches in Poland
down her intoxicated eyes
I found the answer to my yearning on
foreign concrete
baking in the sun
I’m untying that knot in the rope
until it’s totally undone
I want to be golden
just like the water and my ideals
drain out the childhood shapings
to keep up with what’s happening
let’s find love with no attachment
I let the insects bite me
all night long
all day long
and pretend that I’m not itching
covered in welts and blood and
losing feeling
in illusion that
somehow this is helping
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4. |
Big Ivy
01:30
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5. |
True Sensation
03:00
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as the expectation of coldness nudges in
as the clock changes its digital shape
to signify the death of a season
Mad and I wait
embraced
orange dim light in the renovated kitchen
insects songs pour in through the window
anticipating the great change
exaggerating the thing that’s never ending
a kind of joke
or memorial for time that’s passing
or possibly in honor of what may be coming
the clothing we could be wearing
in the clock’s glow I step away from True Sensation
to view from a removed position
a tower or screen or just pure distance
months pass as pebble fall from a platform tilting
and momentarily I forget that this is
ending
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under naked golden branches and the psychedelic sky
that our bodies wandered into to float around and lie
the brain juice releasing naturally from the movement that she praises
and special water that our roommates been drinking
cows eat their sunset meal and we our sunset love
that’ll last through the evening and hopefully keep going on
bathed in unity, clarity, bliss and trust
take the day slow like Europeans drinking coffee
laid out on mountaintop meadows in a canopy
of grass
the wind creates a roar and showers us in dying plant matter
which crunches as we walk singing songs of different temperatures
and different forms of self
dressed in singularity, and solitude, and flux
I watched these leaves bloom that season
and the puppets in our yard
recite lines of fantasy and collective questioning on what it is
that freedom truly means
there’s one who thinks it’s eternal life
and one that thinks it’s dying
and one the wind in his hair
and one a dating program
freedom’s just a word
a word is ‘just a finger pointing at the moon’
said that dude who’s words to me sound like the truth
the painting hanging on the wall holds a mosaic sky
and the wall a calendar representing a narrow idea of time
the friend gets heated in the living room over words
that point towards the arm that hold the finger pointing towards the moon
but not the moon
I only ever tasted truth in silence
and in the car, in the fog, in the darkness of 3am
I said freedom is joy though I temporarily lost that feeling
til the sun came up again
and began illuminating the living beauty obscured by the night
though the obstruction led to something of dissonance
maybe dissonance is needed
I never found harmony without tasting the difference
do you need the darkness to appreciate the sun rising?
and my cold and separate body free and wrapped in tethered passing feelings
from some late night happening at an hour meant for sleeping
is freedom doubting the structure of a clock?
or the power of simple choice?
or remembering that all is fleeting?
and freedom lies in shape that’s constantly changing
freedom came in the shape of her body wrapped around mine and
emerging sun’s rays grazed up against my face
if it weren’t for the darkness
this light couldn’t taste so sweet
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7. |
Braided in Breath
02:51
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Braided in Breath
watching another sun’s descent
Earth’s ceiling radiates,
blushes and reddens.
The Ink of My Pen
fossilizes your presence
out front the decorated stone building
among an ocean of pages
of moments and thought processes
my hand an instrument of solidification
to the fluidity
I find myself swimming in.
I remove the cloth from
my hands and feet
and rest them on
The Dirt
the body of The Mother
pressed against my surfaces
her pulse beyond description
and the moon’s glow brightens
its cyclical shape laughing
at my humanness
and singularity in definition
and my lack of understanding
the true impossibility of preserving anything
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8. |
Hum of Car
01:38
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Hum of car, hum of car
hug me in reminder I’m not alone
rattle cups, shake the floor
interrupt that soft moment
of theoretical silence
idealistic thinking
hum of car hum of car
pull my brain from thoughts
to the present moment
or the sight of the distance
snow cap mountains appearing
cold air, cold air,
and my breath condensing
cold air, cold air
pinch my flesh reminding
of natural body functions
and the tension that is
living
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9. |
A Sanctuary
03:38
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half lit trees out the window
tell the time without numbers
i feel the stick of the evening persisting
the sound of movement in the kitchen
i feel the stick of that thought persisting
followed by surprise of expected excavation
the chain on my bike clicks every full rotation
seemingly with no progression
over and over and over again
there is a sanctuary among autumn leaves
cool air breeze
and smell of possible snow in the morning
i feel its warmth consistent
wrapped in hair and skin and expressions
i feel its warmth persistent
enlightened and endarkened by sun's dependable movements
oscillating in its own being
the world in her eyes
it drains out that thought persisting
its human form engulfs me
and consumes the surroundings
its body changes shape
and soon
it is everything
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10. |
Black Balsam
01:36
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11. |
Hardened Fruit
02:22
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the hardened fruit, dried on the dashboard
at each turn moves back and forth
I eat some more and toss the skins up there
so I always remember their sweet flavor
the heat of sun magnified
the open flesh is fossilized
and its juice melts in my mouth
humming tunes of Earth’s Sugar
it body dissolves into mine
with only the peel left behind
its nectar inherently temporary
but isn’t that the definition of beauty?
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12. |
Each Petal Pasted
02:34
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I’m watching each petal pasted
ruby, endless aquatic expanse
ripples on the salt water blue
reflects February’s sun
it’s presence stains our skin
smell of marsh thick
Floridian forest
and the mountains will pale us
but soon I forget
as the salt dries on us
its water blue
and sky blue
and eyes blue
it feels good to be here with you
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13. |
untitled
02:53
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Sham Asheville, North Carolina
songs of Shane Justice McCord expanded in collaboration with Mikey Powers, other friends & magnetic tape
shanejmccord@gmail.com
linktr.ee/shamtunes
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