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Hannah
00:50
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go down old hannah,
well, well, don't you rise no more,
don't you rise no more,
don't you.
if you rise in the morning,
oh if you rise,
if you rise in the morning
set the world on fire.
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Northwest Passage
00:28
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Amerigo
03:43
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we counted the cars on the new jersey turnpike,
we counted the cars on the parkway too
till you dozed off, your head on my shoulder,
somewhere around 4600
that was the summer we had all the time,
take your mom's car to the diner while she's sleeping between shifts,
coffee at 4am some pancakes between us some bacon dear jesus
like a temple of chrome and aluminum, a flash of some gold hallelujah
through the window, the sunrise over the airfield
grandma had a garden, growing up, she showed me where her
string beans, and lettuce, summer squash,
and now it’s all asphalt outside the gas station parking lot,
where we skateboard sometimes
my papa had a farm,' she said 'i hid in the wagon once,
“this whole county was a garden i couldnt help myself,
there wasn't a bridge then and the empire state
surrounded in scaffolds, I was so jealous of those vegetables
so in an empty tomato crate, i ached all the way to the ferry
when they found me I asked 'are we there yet?'
my papa said, 'katherine I thought you were lost'
we tried cigarettes, out by the overpass
I made a face and spit when you looked out at the road
“come on” you said “we've still got a whole pack left”
so we counted the cars on the new jersey turnpike
we counted the cars on the parkway too,
and for a second as I fell asleep on your shoulder
I wondered to myself where they're all going
cause through the glass and the chrome
in a flash of gold and aluminum and sunset
for a second through the smoke
i thought i saw america
and we were already here
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4. |
Buffalo Sentence
04:56
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Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
I saw a human brain, looked like a map/ heard a circulatory system, sounded like the rio grande
was a heard of 8 buffalo standing in a row/ that sentence they heard closer each time Dinah's whistle blow
where, where we goin'? Got spare time, a little money, got this city, where we going?
Kids say let's go to the museum, it's okay, we'll take the train, i've got a map, and I want to go there too
--diorama, defunct animals , asking 'dad where'd they all go?'
--60 million, U.S.Grant, blue-eyed Cody, Mr. Death, I want to know, I want to know
where do 60 million buffalo just go
oh 60 million buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
I've been working on the rail road, it's such a long road, a long and silver--
Man; he tells me where to throw those ties, how to pass my time away and
can't you hear the whistle blowing, we're all wondering, where this rail's going and
Man, only Man knows where this railroad goes
but still sometimes.I want to go there too
just one more mile, for now that's all I have
to one one one one half one half
pemmican fields rotten, fallow / one half protein one half tallow/
wrought this road our golden meal/ one part sweat to one part steel
bulls eye bulls sit blood stampeding/ blue eyed boy for a nickle you can see him
bills and silver coinage cavalry/ boxcar bulls and buffalo bleeding
golden stock that last stake driving/ catching cows and catching rides and
Bill was handsome on a stallion riding, / made his bullion, tanned my hide 'n'
go down go down go down Moses go/ down Dinah's silver road
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
kids go out of the museum; I drive my last stake in/ my sentence serves me quietly,
the coal I burn with all my friends;/
hobo, buffalo, Dinah, sitting bull/ sixty million nickles in my undertow
circumlocution, territory, all my veins, circulatory
we make a road that takes us where we want to go/ all aboard , conductor but I just want to know
where do 60 million buffalo go?
where do 60 million buffalo just go?
where do 60 million buffalo go?
I want to go there too
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5. |
Tucson
02:39
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Tucson had this mountain range
tattooed on its horizon
long before it was old enough
to know any better
passing through I stopped beacause I was thirsty
I looked up and saw the Catalina mountains
and the mountains made me stay
sure New Orleans still stays up late
despite the wind, despite the rain
I miss her and she moves to ancient tongues in ancient ways
Austin I'll make love to you it's true,
my thumbs, and elbows, adam's apple all grow funny
I'm so young please pretend
that you could love me someday,
since you're looking at me anyway;
any way you look at me, just keep looking,
that's okay
Tucson, while you wait for rain remember
that we'll love you when we're gone,
and remember all the funny things we do
when we love, when we are young
aren't so funny, they're just things that we'll remember
in our elbows, in our thumbs, and adams apples
every time that we're alone
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6. |
Mutiny
04:37
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oh henry, what'd you think of us now?
we up and built a bridge strait across the mouth of your northwest passage
in my brain, i'm standing up on the palisades
watching your white ship penetrate this passage
all the names you'll never know
(tapanzee algonquin new jersey new york, new york)
and henry if you'll let me, I'll climb into the brains
climb down the palisades into the brains of all your crew
all that come into their nostrils, into the sockets of their eyeballs
each landmass, every outline of each body that comes through
and at night i'll see their dreams, those tender, savage things
that only cross the minds of those crossing the hemispheres
the bodies that they miss translate into one work
their adam's apples hold so tight their captain will not hear
until it's too late
And looking down at you, looking down at you from the tapan zee
i'm worried you
that you're looking for a line
a line that you've already drawn
that you wanted so bad you seared
into the uncharted sands of this beach
if it's all you're looking for
it's all you'll ever see
and how you brand this
how you brand this new world
how you brand this new
oh my brain, oh captain my brain
my elbows, wrists, my legs
my strength
oh captain henry my strength
oh captain it takes more,
more than one man
to turn a ship around
it takes more than two hands to sail this
wide world around
and i have a tattoo henry, it's the outline of an island
the outline of an island in the old world henry
as you, been looking for some new world, been longing for some new world
i've been longing for the oh
for the outline of an island , an island in the old world
the whole world is an outline
drawn on the horizon, the horizon of a girl
sketched out in suspension, stretched out like a sail some sunrise ship still left unfurled
and there is just one word
on everybody's mind
you're looking for your passage
i've already found mine
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7. |
Jersey Girl
04:51
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i am just a little girl but i’m gonna fix this radio
with only just a little help from my dad
my favorite thing’s to sit out on the front porch
and watch the planes flying around above my head
i’m gonna turn my dial and see
if i can hear what they’re saying in the sky
but till it’s fixed i’ll just sit out and smile to myself
because i know that one day i’ll fly
growing up in camden county, south jersey
there isn’t a lot holding you here
couldn’t hold my mom, didn’t hold my brother,
that’s why it’s just me and my dad left in the workshop here
my dad, he can fix anything, and he says that i can too
he says i’ll find a way, ‘cause there ain’t much a jersey girl can’t do
and it’s true, yeah it’s true, one day i’ll fly away
i’m gonna learn to be a pilot, i’m gonna build myself a plane
{radio}
i’m the one who fixed that radio
but even i don’t understand all that it said
all i know is that old box took something i thought was good
and turned it into something bad
i’m going inside from my porch now
i don’t even want to sit
i guess the world has got some problems
even this jersey girl can’t fix
{radio}
that’s it, yeah i found it, I found a way to get out of this place,
i’ll just build a pedal powered airship, just cut the chords and fly away
i know i don’t know much about airships, but i think i can fix that too
if some old french guy can do it, i think a jersey girl can too
i fixed it, it made good things bad,
then i listened, it made bad things good again
growing up in camden county,
you never know what’s gonna fly through the static above your head
i still sit out there on my porch
and i turn that dial
and when a plane flies above my head, i just look up for a second
and smile to myself
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8. |
Good Time
03:41
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oh we had a good time toward the end there,
a warm and well-lit house, we'd sit together on the couch
and watch the television screen for hours,
I had you and you had me
and there were flowers
before the end there
oh we had a good time
before the end there
oh we had a good time towards the end there
even in the dead of winter feasted upon every flavor
sirloin, rib eye, tender, persimmon, berry, oyster, asian pear
oh we had a good time,
before the end there
and oh we had a good time toward the end there,
read magellan to each other on our bed,
heard amerigo and christopher,
listened to what henry hudson said,
you can keep going round the world will never end,
you can go round and round the world will never end
and so we went round in a machine that we found
and I took photographs of you
and you took photographs of me
by the oldest and the newest buildings god had ever seen
then we got in our machines to go round and round again
we were having such a good time
that we didn't see the end
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Chris Faroe Beacon, New York
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debut entitled 'Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo."
He can also be found singing his Turkish poetry translations in the dub-pop-disco band Faeroplane.
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