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| Barry Boudreau |
| For you Be it as it may Memory exists along the way Once you understand something It slips away to play With the tygers and the Lyons Absinthe flowing free among the courtiers and the slaves Why is this silence so breeched ? I thought I told you All songs belong to the minor key we must hold this silence up for something undertaking this cathedral of loss understanding discord the rest And speak to me and I can burn the dictionary All the spaces Our words have become For you hades held no hold upon my faded memory forever tree wishing for forgiveness the whole of the sea comes raining in my ear Our words have become silences that become a wound perfecting the damage left undone. |
| Cross over junes' bay The flowers are calling out the dancers And all has come to play upon this pyramid of chance. Upon every open heart the belief in one slow relieving of my days as they cross over junes' bay. The innocent are locked in shelters, no key No chance for a substance deeper than a stones throw You push your memories the relief of slow returning of my days as they cross over the art of my days. |
| song We are losing a fortune losing the past ; undercurrent unfolded. In whose arms do you hold upon? Why come the silence of your days? There was only one silent and be brother its true to recover the discord of your ways should never carry you under the waves. So hurt be true, a cadence left unsound falls shining ,the empty nets of cacooned fish, the scales of a backbone reclining. |
| Rainy Day Rainy day the beat upon the cobblestones / the mud upon your shoes of best intentions. So you pray to hold no longer hateful words / against the path along the way. When you learn the commandments and the letter of the law With your bread and fishes and money in the jar for a rainy day when the sun don't shine soulman singing about borrowed time with a candle in your pocket and a mountain to climb preacher can you spare me a dime And I say be strong. No rain upon this ocean doesn't belong. Thought the sun could last forever / as a childhood memory the sky unerring open, the fish up in the trees. Bye and bye you bought the water and the meaning of your nature undiscovered as the leaves falling vacant in September starving under the weather we perceive. And I say be strong. No rain upon this ocean doesn't belong. |
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So insular betrothed, |
| brightness by the shadow of our day every revelation reminds me to pull one step out of darkness daily and let loss fill the open void somehow we became blind now we are recovering the sight lines of blindness binding all prisoners have been shot brightness has only fell among the starshined lovers along the way the brightness only recovers strength from the surrender the open muse you pushed away so feared by strength so stolen anger remove me from this plight this jealousy of half the world undermining their positions awaking into the night |
| The Retreat Surrender, and somehow the loss surprises you. Her hair vanquished from ash / so strong / so new to your past, so solitary. And thin men rode wires ; the new memory holds clocks forever winding. The paddle fresh from the water drips in cadence to a loon call, and waiting crestfallen for a response, we know the time the rain will fall. And thin men build sires, become intellectual to construct the excusable option. Out upon the end of the dock, the waves replay their endless synchronicity , one foot in the water , all hope refreshed / so strong / so new to your past. surrendered solitary adrift in the belly the retreat. |
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