1. |
Till the Trees All Leaf
05:48
|
|||
Is that where you sleep
in a dazzling heap
Of purple mounted plumes
Is that what I get
when I play the coquette
Could I be any less doomed
Is it too late
For me to follow?
Or should we let
Our fields lie fallow
Till the trees all leaf?
You told me with poise
About your young choir boys
The bulls were running loose.
Can we go back
To the cabaret dance
Up Arthur Avenue?
And where you held me
Like a sailor
On Monitor and Cayler
Till the trees all leafed.
Snow wrecked and breached
On a Connecticut beach
Along the reservoir
Fell through the ice
And the bottom was dry
And fell asleep in the barn.
And we spent
The last day’s hours
Passing the petals
Of a flower
Between our tongues and teeth.
|
||||
2. |
April Sundays
04:09
|
|||
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Just what went wrong.
I left my heart in the rain
For much too long.
And I found out what it means
To live someone else’s dream.
In the sunlit bar we toast our doom.
When we’re the only ones left
Midafternoon.
Light rain falling
On a cold December night,
And Caroline
She didn’t even give you the time.
April Sundays make
The trees go all white
I left my heart in the basement
For wintertime
And it’s anybody’s guess
Are we less doomed
Than the rest?
In the sunlit park
We’re left alone.
And no one chaperones
The chaperones.
Light rain falling on a cold
December night
And Caroline
She didn’t even give you the time.
|
||||
3. |
Hourglass in Sand
04:44
|
|||
It’s so strange
Loving you
I feel so lost
In the dark
Loving you
Heat-dazed and tossed.
Wind brushes reeds
In the late afternoon
Give me you scarf
But take it back too soon
When it gets dark
When it gets dark.
I’m so lost
Loving you
Can’t stand my thoughts
in the dark
Loving you
Paths left uncrossed
The harp is plucked
The string never rests
I’d make myself home
But I know I’m only a guest
When it gets dark.
And it gets dark.
The tide could wash away
The things we had
(We write our promises in sand)
The wind could snatch away
Our only map
(To learn the lay of the land)
And if we could agree
It’s not that bad
We’ll draw an hourglass in sand.
Our tracks are gone
But I’m not afraid to turn around.
It’s so strange
Loving you
I’m threadbare but warm
I’m afraid
Loving you
I can’t stab my thoughts
The harp is plucked
The string never rests
I’d make myself home
But I know I’m only a guest
When it gets dark.
And it gets dark.
The tide could wash away
The things we had
(We write our promises in sand)
The wind could snatch away
Our only map
(To learn the lay of the land)
And if we could agree
It’s not that bad
We’ll draw an hourglass in sand.
Our tracks are gone
But I’m not afraid to turn around.
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Transistor Ray, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp