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Green Rain Restoring
05:26
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It's true. It's clear. Even really being here in this room is a happiness almost beyond bearing. A green rain restoring the dry shores of my soul. Whatever it is that I was keeps disappearing into whatever it is that I am like wood disappears into charcoal.
And what is the shape of my "career"?
Shape is a generous word...
Where will I go, will I go from here?
Wherever there are birds...
It's true. It's clear. Even really being here in these bones is a happiness almost beyond singing. I would break like a loaf of bread or a bad vow if I tried to describe how the mornings kept on swinging through me until I was here, with you, in this room right now.
So what is the shape of my "career"?
Who knows... who cares?
What am I doing with my life?
I'm gulping down mouthful after crooked
mouthful of the the bright blue air...
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Burning Bush
06:23
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I thought that I was Moses. Or one of his tribe: moving through the desert, looking for a sign. But I was the burning bush all along. And I'm going to keep on burning until you come. If you ever do come.
The Lupins along the highway are bursting like grenades. The whole summer going up in flames like a burning bush. But who can read that sign? Not me. I'm basically on fire most of the time.
How does it feel to live this way? I do not know a word that's even close. To know that you are in the world, to know there is a world at all, to see how easy it goes up in smoke...
I follow the commandments as closely as I can. I try to be a venerable version of a man but, as a burning bush, that can only go so far. Won't you come and put me out? Whoever you are...
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I Must Be Swimming
04:06
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I'm happy here in Jarry Park,
listening to people bark.
Barbecue smoke swaying through
the trees. And the cool earth calling,
calling me to my knees.
I'm happy here in Parc Jarry,
listening to people
be whatever they need to be right now.
And the cool earth,
the cool earth crooning:
lay your body down.
Light so thick
I must be swimming.
Clouds that bloom and disappear.
The sky is full of famous pigeons. Tonight
the moon it will be bald and clear.
And my love for
this world is steadily growing.
My love for this world
is as rough as my sewing:
too many colours
and too much thread too.
I get distracted,
I stitch uneven but
the needle passes
clear clean through.
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First Week In Montreal
07:41
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On my first week in Montreal I saw A cat getting flattened by a car. It wasn’t the best week of my life so far. But other than that flat cat corpse in the road, other than the climate warping and folding in on itself all around me, I feel pretty good. I can’t deny there’s a certain joy in being young and half employed in a city that does not know your name. I can’t deny there’s a certain joy in being young and half employed in a city that cannot hold you to anything.In my first week in Montreal, I watched the lightning crawl across the sky of my new apartment. If that’s how it is, then that’s how it is. We all just flash for a couple years then we fade back into the loose, unruly darkness. But even so there’s a certain joy in waking up in the curtain of noise that the city drapes across it’s frame. I can’t deny there’s a certain joy in being young and unemployed in a city that cannot hold you to anything.
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