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Radiate, Satellite
03:21
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As the morn awakes the flowerbed
I stare into the sky
not quite at the sun
And see the satellite radiate
As the midday soaks the concrete porch
I stare at the hummingbird wondering how fast his heart pumps
But I can’t help but feel the weight
of my own flesh
as it fades away
But I still see the satellite
And it radiates
As the twilight glows like ember
I stare into your eyes
And feel such warmth
But I can’t see you like I used to.
As I approach my midnight
I stare into the sky
Not quite at the sun
And see the satellite radiate
But my own flesh -
it fades
away
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I smell the demilune
These farms used to dance in its fane
Out of the hills the lupines smiled
As the carburator sang to the swain
And I see the sunrise
we have nothing to our name
And oh how the tank fell empty
But oh how the sky was aflame
It seems like the best thing to do is wait it out
But as we drove across this state my heart intoned
"I can't believe we found this place
And could make this home to raise our own" -
That is, if you love the purple on these hills as I do
What if we bought a little hovel
And I'll work on cars all day?
Follow the geese out to the valley
As the cotton mill sang to the swain
I hear the sunset
The wise old man told us of nil
Improvise this quartet
Like a dicot your mind stood still
It seems like the best thing to do is wait it out
But as we drove across this state my heart intoned
"I can't believe we found this place
And could make this home to raise our own" -
That is, if you love the purple on these hills as I do
As I lay here in my bed
I have no regrets to face
Bring no ceremony with you
As I leave you with some grace
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Important Statues
02:18
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This town has become a place where no one lives
That won’t last past the year
We should pack our bags
Because I hold nothing
So I fold my arms
When I go please - just spread my ashes
Don’t bring any ceremonial lights or important statues
We should pack our bags
Because I hold nothing
And so I fold my arms
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To The Ladder
02:09
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I have a theory
That I could fix anything
If I had the time
I built my own recreational van
With these two hands
And other cars of mine
I have an air compressor
That I wheel out to the ladder
So we can get the house cool again
Though I cannot get on the roof
I am far from the aloof
And I’ll let my son do the job
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Was it a dream? ‘cause I fell asleep at my wedding
Here we are with our gifts on par with the house
Now that I’m yours to keep
I’ll never play trumpet again
Then she plugged in every electric gift from a friend, I had to get my generator
But it overloaded and the generator explode and knocked my teeth out
Now that I have no teeth
I’ll never play trumpet again
Never again
The long night -
What do I bring to our knot,
When all that I have is my intention?
I am an orphan, at least I feel that way
But it is hard for me to explain
But oh, I’ll never play the trumpet again
The long night
Long after the mystery is spent
And all I have is the fragment of my youth
And all of my innards cry for the solitude I yearn
Well it is hard for me to explain
Oh no - I’ll never play the trumpet again
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Makeunder Oakland, California
Led by songwriter Hamilton Ulmer, Makeunder wrestles diverse tastes - from Renaissance motet, to art rock, to 90's R&B, synth pop, soul, & modern orchestral music - into powerful songs about death, survival, migration, & loss.
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