1. |
Synodic
02:55
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(2nd) C Dm F / (None) D Em G
C
That night were we
Dm F
sixteen or thirty-three?
C
Did silver lights brighten the
Dm
darkened trees?
F C
Why did you wait beside me
Dm
until the streetcar came?
F C
Where can I find a lover with
Dm C
an unfamiliar name?
Is this fluttering a fleeting wing
Dm
or is it veined and vital?
F C
At twilight it gets hard to tell
Dm
the shadows from their idols.
F C
If you give me one more word
Dm
can I open up this code?
F C
Can we be more than conspiracy
Dm F
if we suspect what we refuse to know?
C(D) Dm(Em)
Sassafras to ecstasy, the same silk tree,
F(G) C(D) Am(Bm)
we’re two feet, twenty-nine days away.
F(G) C(D)
Sugar, paper, sublimation,
Dm(Em)
I don’t know why you stayed.
C(D) Dm(Em)
I don’t know why you stayed.
F C
C
I’m young if that’s what you feel,
Dm
you’re young if that’s what I see
F C
and if there was no string of lights
Dm F
then the moon overflowed like the sea.
C
There is no end to our names
Dn
our new calls supplant the frail
F C
and all this flickering is quickening
Dm
like rain into the vale.
F
These hands shape silhouettes
C
of other worlds on the wall.
Dm
If we can speak them into being
F
we should want to jaunt them all.
C Dm
Sassafras to ecstasy, the same silk tree,
F C Am
we’re two feet, twenty-nine days away
F C
from synodic splendor or suspension.
Dm
Turn your hand and I will stay.
C Dm
Raise your eyes and I will stay.
F C
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2. |
Dwindle & Pine
02:16
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3. |
Meadow Drowning
02:27
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G
If I
were like
C
the meadow water,
I would
G
enter the field a trotter
C Am
but leave at a gallop
G
oh if I
were like
C
the meadow water
I would
G
come to the fields
Am
and cover all
G
Instead
I have tread
C
time in my
house that
G
lies atop the hills of chalk
C Am
and I have let
G
llamas
on the field
C
to chase the
foxes
G
from the flock that
C Am
nips at the March grass.
C G
Oh, oh, oh
Am C
Daylong, I drown,
Am C
daylong I drown
C G
Oh, oh, oh
Am C
but in this field,
Am C
drowning is floating,
G Am
drowning is floating.
G
I do
the slow
C
tasks—I bank,
I raise,
G
the careful acts that keep the
C Am
meadow from the marsh.
G
I am
the waterman
C
and I come
they say,
G
like an ice age. Every
C Am
year, I make
G
A bed
from bits
C
of broken flint
where the
G
water will flow and thaw
C Am
the flowerets of frost.
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