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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