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My Vortex Camera
04:59
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My Vortex Camera
My Vortex Camera is filled with film and focussed,
poised to take some pictures of more changes.
Twirling and churning, I view my vortex vaguely;
the camera holds it still so I can see it.
Smile, my unavoidable void!
Say “cheese,” and strike a flattering pose!
I want to remember you just the way you aren’t yet.
Here in my wallet I have my vortex photos;
snapshots of the process of transition.
Here’s Hesitation, and this one’s Taking Chances.
This big one shows the Moment When I Lost Her.
Smile, my vertiginous void.
Face me, and let my lens take you in.
I want to decipher you just the way that you are now.
Smile, my unavoidable void, smile.
Void my unintentional smile.
My Vortex Camera can’t see the sea or sunset.
It’s watching just the patterns of emotion.
Smile.
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2. |
Ditty One
01:27
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3. |
ESP
02:46
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ESP
If I had ESP
your mind would be revealed to me.
Each and every thought within
would be as naked as your skin
when it has been unclothed.
If you had ESP
my captive thoughts would be set free.
My pregnant pause would then give birth,
revealing all for what it’s worth,
with depth or dearth exposed.
Extra Sensory Perception—
it’s a tinselly deception.
We are, each of us,
doomed to be discrete,
locked inside our homes of meat.
—please read my mind—
If I had ESP,
then I could shed uncertainty.
But as it is, I have to guess,
and your thoughts, I must confess,
are more or less unknown.
Extra Sensory Perception—
it’s a tinselly deception.
We are, each of us,
doomed to be discrete,
locked inside our homes of meat.
—please read my mind—
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4. |
Ditty Two
01:18
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5. |
Under the Blanket
02:41
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Under the Blanket
He wears his wristwatch,
she wears her jacket,
under the blanket.
They’re never naked.
They’ve almost forgotten how.
She’d like to touch him.
Yeah
All of a sudden,
they’re hearing music!
Hah, hey!
He’d like to touch her
under the blanket.
Yeah
His wristwatch has wound down.
Her jacket is empty.
And under the blanket it’s so warm.
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6. |
My Tiny Life
04:33
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My Tiny Life
My tiny life—
Circumscribed by a moment or two of the part
of a moment when you and I start
looking further than just right in front of right here,
contained and confined by our fear
of containment, confinement, and fear
of just being just only just here
for just such a tiny time in our tiny lives.
Oh, my tiny life.
A brief interlude of bad attitude; a short episode in a lachrymose mode; no sooner begun than pretty much done; my glimpse of the sun—my tiny life.
Unprepared for the limits so quickly defined
by the limits prepared by my mind,
with each thing that I’m choosing, I’m loosing the rest,
forgoing the knowing of an always growing,
refining, defining collection
of things I’ve not done
with just such a tiny time for my tiny life,
my tiny life, my tiny life.
With just such a tiny time for my tiny life—
oh, my tiny life.
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7. |
Ditty Three
02:15
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8. |
Happy Ending
04:03
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Happy Ending
George is a hipster,
and so is Marge, who’s his sister.
Will they find some clothes to wear?
I don’t know.
George drives a blue car,
but he drives to a place which is too far.
Will he find his way back home?
I don’t know.
(chorus:)
For a happy ending,
you should see a movie,
and hope that dreams can still come true.
I sure hope so.
I have a yearning
to increase how much I’m earning.
Will I make the move to Easy Street?
Who can say?
When you’re in the mood
to eat some tasty food
and you go down to the store,
will you find the perfect dish?
Who can say?
(chorus)
’cause even I can see
that reading the newspaper isn’t an end in itself.
Sometimes I feel uncertain
about that final curtain.
Will it fall with grace, or with a punch in the face?
I don’t know.
George is a hipster,
and so is Marge, who’s his sister.
Will they find some clothes to wear?
I don’t care.
(chorus:)
’cause even I can see
that reading the newspaper isn’t an end in itself.
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9. |
Ditty Four
01:27
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10. |
Forest Fractures
06:31
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Forest Fractures
Branches growing thick and thickly,
grow in sharp and jagged lines.
Bark on trunks is rough and brittle,
needle leaves grow on the pines.
There are leaves in all directions,
there are leaves upon the ground.
Friction in the upper levels
offers ears the only sound.
Trees can block out all the sunlight,
vines can cling with viperous coil.
And the roots are part of this scene,
though they’re hidden in the soil.
(chorus:)
Trunks taper to twigs.
A twig’s a harness for a leaf.
Leaves translate the light
into wood and green and height.
Breaking branches, crackling footsteps—
sounds not heard here for an age.
Forest fractures herald humans
appearing on our verdant stage.
Are they here to chop the woods down,
stripping bare the forest floor,
clearing roads and building cities,
making way for millions more?
No, it’s worse, they come as poets,
to interpret what is here.
Seeing trees as symbols only
of their strictly human fear.
(chorus)
One intruder tripped and stumbled,
fell into the underbrush.
One is lost; another’s frightened
by the leafy forest’s hush.
Still another’s nervous feeling
stems from staring at a tree.
They’re all desperate, in a panic,
thrashing through the woods to flee.
They think forests harbor dangers,
they think woods should be cut down.
But the truth is, their behavior
differs little in the town.
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11. |
Ditty Five
00:40
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12. |
Once Upon a Time
01:48
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Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time...
most seem to start that way.
Once I tried to climb
upon a time, but couldn't stay.
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David Garland New York, New York
Composer/singer/multi-instrumentalist David Garland has been steadily shaping songs in new ways since
1980.
"Like many great songwriters before him, Garland pushes the limits of acceptable harmony and dissonance, yet never at the expense of beauty. If it's not possible for popular music to reach the heights of the great classical masters, it seems no one has told David Garland."
--Sean Lennon
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