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How many How many
Rattlesnaking reasons kept you from that tomorrow that you just squinted shut and
Now Imma Now Imma
Measuring in seasons, measuring in summers and the colors of your truck

You were just a baby with a cotton head
Hoard your planes of balsa-wood in the burnt out shed, now you're

Fist fulla waters and cypress greens and you
Only want tomorrows and the things I seen.

Cycling, Hyper you never found Jesus
But who am I to tell you how the world gon' crack
Straight shooting dollars, you spend em where you pleases
your heart't in blues and purples but you don't look back

You are still a badger with a lion's mane
Build your dams and bridges where the river came and it

Washed and it lost all the shit you built around you but
Damned if you don't fix it with your tape and square.

How you gonna row with your palace waiting
How you gonna row with that load of shale
How you gonna find where the water will take you
towing home your sister so you can't hoist sail

You my friend you my friend
that I don't speak to in English, but love you just as wordless where the wind can't cut
Family's a feeling, it's bottomless and thing-less and
when the flood I'll help you keep the door slam shut.

No body knows where the road will take you
No body knows if the road'll come
Hope is a whisper of shrewd speculation
You board the raft you carry then the tide's gonna come and

Back to the valley to the burnt out plain
Back to Catahoula Parish or the Ivory Shore
Back to the chorus
Back from whence you came
Back to sucking on the sap around the apple core

Hoisting high a shovel like a native spear
Back to taking pencil tally of the things you hear in the
Dark wrestling tree frogging nights of light and splendor
and talking awful quiet by the cypress shore


from FOUR​.​FOUR: 1​/​4, released December 1, 2015


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Heather Christian & The Arbornauts Beacon, New York

An Arbornaut is a three way cross between a flying squirrel, an astronaut, and an angel. I know one as soon as I spot one. They are naturally occuring in nature. I had a dream about them once and started a band. We are a choir and we are an orchestra. We are disgruntled classical musicians & believers in musical traditions of feeling lots of things. This is the noise from the inside of a root. ... more

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