Report
missed a bullet at the corner it flew twelve
ways at once the suspect glanced at that
point police the teller turned this was in Iowa
the murderer in the photo's sister asked me to dance
(entrapment) it all happened so fast this was
last night, fifteen years ago or the night before that
there are no rules or the rules bend
that's why that person keeps coming back
she runs away perhaps she needs
flower grow from her she bleeds
the seeds of her
this is true story really happened
and at last they all surrendered
I remember they were ordered but the
thoughts are safe this is a gateway to the thoughts
a lake of thoughts a place to order
bullet flavor in the water dust scent in the
blue dark a layer in the yard sparrows
where are you now do you remember? all the arrows
in the rock he ran around the block he
disappeared, detective two days ago, a year
I wasn't there I was here then
Audio Visual
the focus is here you mean
hear from the middle inhere there is
a sitting room music is liberty
you are looking at me are you looking
that's all, folks do you stare why that
fist up press into the window
an element of heart is blood drop
tick-tock down into time a gamelan
do you repeat me, cool echo do birds
understand mint leaves in a dark flood
somebody, must have been a dog
touched the center
what word is it that you whisper? blood
splatter expert must have been replacement
of the knife by the babysitter
or somebody delivered pizza by mistake
to the twins' address they spoke a new
language signs everywhere
everywhere I look are you heart
is a wheel slobbering pellets beetles
Pepsi on the counter dreaming is an art
in my dream you art a different person
we lay down in the fields focus there you are
how can we live inside the picture
The German's Song
(AP - the bodies of two German tourists were found in Death valley National Park Thursday night. The pair are believed to have died of exposure after their car broke down in a remote area of the Panamint Mountains...)
See the moon, baby see the stars light the hillside
we can lie on the hood of our car sing our song
when we came here long ago we were strangers
now I'm looking at your face and I'm falling
Now its dark and its getting cold hold me closer
no ones ever going to come down this road we're alone now
car won't start there's nowhere to go so we're waiting
Hold my hand, babe don't be afraid you can cry now
see the moon baby see the stars light the sky
Letter to Two Masters
what I'd do show the street prove two
and two pound the minutes I'm much
older than you press the window in the seconds
less than two less than two of the seconds
but expect to persist listless and optimistic
I hate death both and each of you
laugh at me learn to be afraid like a dead
bird, pressed into life sightless, I realize
soon we'll figure out what to do
having figured it out we will do it
who will it be still sleeping, alive a tide
growing someone turning around that's an
upside-down house have we noticed
who goes there window giving on sand
it is soundless, abandoned
yes, a capital home grand and stately
and your favorite rooms will surround us
you two from the underground whole towns
explore I won't quit that's the dripping
through doors of words I'm instant
unheard of we found you upon you
plan to cede study trembling
Blue Day
story written underneath the moon
words collide within the near valley
they built the sentences exactly that's why
they were happy understanding periods
lost on a road leading to a remote quadrant
then they fell through
tell me that you love me
carefully point a pencil at the sun
collapse on a beach sprinting, chortling
hysterically naked words understand
waves and their periods ferocious beasts
stalk the shore
a corridor of juice leads to the light
a bright wind washed the guards
sticks a barb our throat catches
are you here in the square with the phrases
they fashion the stories: "a long time ago, in
an area people were wary reckless, they
wandered on"
to a fountain, pointing at a plain
this is no game, the hero fumbles love say
my name together they walked out into blue day
and the flowers write the paths that they made
purple clot of the story let's carry the
story away
Music by Michael Webster - Words by Noah deLissovoy except:
The German's Song - words and music by Luke Stoneham and Michael Webster
Recorded 1997 and 2007 at Lupe and Ralph's Echo Park Doghouse.
with:
Monique Prieto: Background Vocals on Blue Day
Luke Stoneham: Kalimba and Percussion (all instruments) on The German's Song
Aaron Westman: Baroque Violin and Viola on Report and Audio/Visual
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Mastering
Cover by Monique Prieto
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