Croons & Tunes

by Minka Hoist

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1.
It was strange when you were born Now you’re stranger yet Accidents always fall to you You’re dancing with no net [chorus] Three raisins, once plump with juice Baked into a yellow loaf All of us hungry, angry too No strangers to a joke Cast tin, the Roman word for barn And I was Stinky Clown I hypnotized every beast in sight Flew twelve feet ’bove the ground Overgrown grass, a substantial stone Saplings everywhere Promise you’ll leave petals, and not thorns When I’m floating through the air It was strange when you were born Now you’re stranger yet Accidents always fall to you We’re all dancing with no net Dancing with no net
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Yellow tree-leaves laugh like water Tall grasses bow in waves You’re the son of the preacher’s daughter He is rolling in his grave You say he never saw the ocean Or sent letters on a screen Autumn breezes cause commotion This is the worst you’ve ever seen [chorus] Turn, turn the soil Black-red mud Drips like oil Tastes like blood His days peeling off like paper Nights spent feeling phantom pain But all your promises turned vapor All your pleasures, they are vain [chorus] He tried so hard to prepare you For a life you’ll never lead Short-term jobs and lovers snare you You raise no stone, you plant no seed [chorus] [chorus]
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It's really good to see you again. That dress looks real pretty – thought there'd be more here. And she looks good, considering what brings us here. —Childhood so far away, playing kiss & chase, you me whatshisface & Emily If I close these damp eyes, she stands right here. That girl's smile, that wild laugh – they ring so clear. —Childhood so far away, playing kiss & chase, you me whatshisface & Emily —Childhood so far away, playing kiss & chase, you me whatshisface, Emily Didn't she have a family? No, none that I can see. Guess it's just you & me. Say goodbye to Emily —So alive, Emily —So alive, Emily —So alive, Emilly —So alive, Emily —So alive
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A jeep stopped outside Poughkeepsie An hour’s shelter from the rain The driver, he cursed like a gypsy Next time we’ll take the train We split that apple from your backpack I stuck out my thumb Too late to backtrack Our troubles just begun __A thousand roadsides, a thousand miles __A thousand signs along the way __Broken bottles, broken glass __Broken nights, broken days We smoked that gift from the deadhead You fell asleep in your clothes Old cigarette holes in the bedspread I count the freckles on your nose [chorus] ____But when you sing Goodnight Irene ____The skies begin to clear ____“Goodnight Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams” ____Before they disappear They kicked us out by some river You threw out a hook While we waited for it to deliver Something we somehow could cook And the banks, they were swarming With unrecorded life The words I tried forming “You’ll never be a wife” [chorus] [last chorus] __A thousand roadsides, a thousand miles __A thousand signs along the way __Broken bottles, broken glass __Broken dreams, broken days
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Tears of Hay 03:44
In the deeps of February You run out of month Goes so fast it isn’t even scary And so you choose to punt You slide down a tunnel to the day You smile like a monk Bump into a hundred things to say Read the writing on the trunk Tears of hay, tears of soil Crumple your face’s square of tinfoil You climb up the scarred tree to the sky You throw down the fruit Peer into all the nests so high But there’s nothing left to loot Tears of hay, tears of soil Crumple your face’s square of tinfoil Tears of hay, tears of soil Crumple your face’s square of tinfoil
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Staring at the sun And waiting for the night to come again Another year begun Another year is coming to an end Howling at the moon And waiting for the stars to disappear Daylight comes too soon A winter chill hangs in the frozen air Waiting Watching Thinking Maybe Of searching Somewhere For you— Looking Hoping Wanting Some way A new day Be dawning With you— No one speaks your name No, no one looks into your amber eyes No one sings your song No, no one comes along and even tries A long, long time ago I dreamed there would be someone here like you But now I’ve come to know Illusion and delusion must see me through The bleakest blue [Chorus] Staring at the sun And waiting for the night to come again Another year begun Another year is coming to an end Howling at the moon And waiting for the stars to disappear Daylight comes too soon A winter chill hangs in the air so clear You are not here [Chorus]
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Upside-down Hollywood Where the stars come to rest Her skidmarks are salted away Doubtless for the best Upside-down Hollywood Where the stars break their fall She drains another thermos cup Feeling four feet tall Love for her is poison oak Gets worse every time She tells herself another joke Leaves out the final line Upside-down Hollywood A baking soda town She dreams of being Robin Hood Feels more like Charlie Brown She runs into a mirror Bangs her nose real bad Undecorates her interior Uncorks a memory of her dad Upside-down Hollywood Where the stars all burn out She flares up for a moment …
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We listen for someone to crack a word The glisten of rain on two tongueless birds This prison: despairing of ever being heard While here, high and chill We wait for a bell To ring in the day We’re touching, afraid of ever letting go Claws clutching this dead branch of the old sycamore I am searching the skies and your face for a trace of code While here, high and chill We wait for a bell To ring in the day Our breathing is falling strangely in synch Wings beating, hearts quailing at the lip of the brink Oh to be seeing the links of this chain slip and sink But here, high and chill We wait for one cracked bell To ring in the day
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Welcome to the new tomorrow Goodbye to the old More thrill without a net So we ask you /Be bold/ Pleasure is the measure In this brash new world of thine Send your brain on vacation Visit our free bar for your mind But not in the daytime Unless you say you’re on break Or shopping in some cloudbank We know it can’t always wait Welcome to the new tomorrow Goodbye to the drag We hawk fun on every corner Always something to make your tail wag Lift your leg on any tree We give you perfect choice Up the street the hounds are howling Baying for your voice We rent you your bedrooms Go on – have a /good time/ We don’t even ask you To sign any dotted line…. Welcome to the new tomorrow Goodbye to the reins We hold them so you don’t have to We bid you welcome again You are a holy beast Whom we program to receive We curse your name tenderly We don’t worship – just believe But never on Sunday A donkey needs his rest A jenny mule, her blanket We ask you /Keep to the nest/ Welcome to the new tomorrow Say hello to your day
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The knockdown man The berry blonde Clutch at each other Grow terribly fond This house of bales The strike of this match Each throat claiming The other’s the catch Her knotty future His splintered past Running against the grain They’ll never last Indecision tree Rip and cut cross flight Wood thy maid Wood thy wight Wolf at the window Wind at our walls We brace ourselves For the coming fall The tunneling winter The springing squall It’s straw, sticks and bricks And then sweet nothing at all Sweet nothing— He’s lining the oven She’s pulling up stakes Still built like The proverbial jakes The storybook soldier The storybook doll Between them they’re building A fairytale wall
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Forking bolts Map out the canyon Pin down rocks, brace the sky And chalk the trees A Douglas fir Bursts into flame It leaping licks From trunk to crown And silhouettes A 6-point stag Frozen on A rocky knoll The ozone stink When rain is near
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The first boy on the bus Was the first one to rise He watches the others board With sleep caught in their eyes But first he walked out in the dark To pull down hay and set out grain And break the ice in the galvanized trough And bury his face in her mane The first boy sits up front And tastes his fresh-brushed teeth He jokes with the driver Though the first boy is shy of speech He watches the others wait By farmhouse – mailbox – ravine He knows how their lives look While he remains unseen Schooldays sure seem long When you’re used to being alone But he knows that later on He’ll be riding that long bus home The first boy on the bus Is the last one to descend He scuffs the packed gravel path back Thinking about having a friend
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This Beast 02:16

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So Alive, Emily written with Woolford Scott; Waiting with David Wilkinson; and Winter Drought with Dietmar Berkner & Dirk Homuth.

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released January 10, 2016

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