1. |
Snow Copy
02:32
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The fatigue of speaking
sends me down the stairs.
I hear campus quaking,
life cutting through the air.
I wander to my car.
Alone in the parking lot,
I wait for my windshield to thaw.
By the frat quad
I see a boy I know.
He's stumbling and slack jawed,
I'm slipping through the snow.
Firm footed and frightened,
I feel the antilocks.
I punch the horn, he flips me off.
Listless,
in the midst of the storm,
I set out searching
for luminous forms in the dark.
At the 7/11,
I buy instant regret.
Why the fuck do I need cigarettes?
As my soaked through shoes
carry me back to my room,
I hear screams of ecstasy
from drunken college kids.
I love them more then I'd ever admit.
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2. |
Cuffing Season
02:53
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I'm burning rotting wood
to get warm.
With every drink I conjur more of your form.
Concealing loneliness in smoke and snowstorm,
I feel you stroking my hair,
I feel your warmth in my air,
on my skin. You are here, I have summoned
your sensorial anatomy.
I burn my throat to keep your company.
I need to feel your heat.
But I ignore that you are more to me
than the memory of your body.
Water drips above the door and onto me.
I step barefoot through the snow.
As I approach the lake, I hear it moan.
I run out on the ice and kick through it,
the water sucks out all my heat.
If I found you down here I know it would still feel right
under the lake tonight.
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3. |
Calcium
03:09
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As I twist through the air,
I feel blood push into my head,
I feel my my leg snap as I hit the ground.
My shin bent like a hinge,
I am dragged down the mountain in shavasana.
Carbon coats the walls of my mouth.
Fingers clenching my calf,
he presses down hard, my fibula fights him
while bone gnaws at the meat in my skin.
Water fractures the cracks
in the road, each time telegraph tapping my leg
with strings of heckling messages.
In the morning,
we drive on through falling snow clumped like marrow
and colored like calcium.
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Grand Wagoneer Rochester, New York
From Massachusetts, living in Rochester, and awaiting a cease and desist from Jeep. In the meantime, hoping that you listen and enjoy.
Grand Wagoneer recommends:
Roll the Bones
by Shakey Graves
This album and this man are both huge inspirations for me. Check out reddit.com/r/shakeygraves for some rare releases in the sidebar.
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The Attic
by Madeleine
Beautiful and haunting lo-fi folk. His other track Parallax is my favorite song of all time. His electronic project Haunted Disco is also simply brilliant.
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Boxes
by Afraid of Storms
Really excellent and beautifully arranged folk and folk rock in the vein of Andrew Bird or Sufjan Stevens.
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Old Mountain
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Battle of the Grumbles
by Thomas Nation
The fingerprints of classic UK psych-folk are all over the beautiful “Battle of the Grumbles,” a work of rich texture & detail.
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Kite Without a String
by Beach Moon/Peach Moon
One-man, shoe-gazey band's suitably summery follow-up to Paper Trail's last sunshine-kissed release by Cloud.
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