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glimpse (á lorca)
02:42
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g l i m p s e (á l o r c a)
the silver door glistens, it suddenly opens
for only a moment but it feels like a lifetime
and somewhere inside is the song of the ages
never repeating
and it always keeps changing
all of the stories and lightning and thunder
reveal what is timeless and ever-expanding
worlds whirl in spirals
in sounds ever merging
of creation, destruction and every variation
while all in the same room
with doors opening outward
expanding contractions
in a widening mandala
the song’s never ending
but feels like an instant
it grows in proceeding
with grace and attunement
and the only every any has star arms like a nebulae
and thousands of voices
resound in a chorus
of one toning note sound echoing infinity
with multitudes of creation
continuing the dance
worlds twirling in swirling
uncurling and pearling
in songs of the oceans
with echoes of mountains
with tree whiskers waving
and feathered wing soaring
and glorious stories
imploring the core...
and just when it's certain
it will go on forever,
it’s over
door closes
and words can’t spell memory
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next big thing
02:55
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n e x t b i g t h i n g
everybody's waiting for the next big thing to take them on a carnival ride
as if we haven't got enough to do
these days
we gotta fall for something new besides
all of these distractions pulling every way, never any time to be still
everybody's waiting for the next big thing
afraid they won't get their fill
ohhh how about you?
ohhh what do you do?
it's not another rug and it ain't on the wall, it's not even in the same room
you could look outside,
you’ll never find
what it is that keeps calling for you
all of these connections are up in the air
no way to ever keep score
everybody's looking for the next big thing
they never even knew what for but
ohhh what can i do
ohhh the best i can do
one of these days i'm gonna run so fast, my feet are gonna leave the ground
flying so swift, the future's hurling past, i’m listening to a gloriousound
i'm gonna take another ride on the cosmic wheel, far from wherever i began,
and if you think that’s like looking for the next big thing, well i think i am
ohhh no time left to lose
moving to the other side of the blues
ohhh what do we know
maybe it ‘s all just for show
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a n y o n e l i v e d i n a p r e t t y h o w t o w n
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
"anyone lived in a pretty how town," copyright 1940, (c) 1968, 1991 by the trustees for the e.e. cummings trust, from complete poems: 1904 -1962 by e.e. cummings, edited by george j. firmage. used by permission of liveright publishing corporation.
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h i t c h i n a r i d e (o n o l' m a n r i v e r)
ol' freight train is rumblin, bumpin down the track
wheels keep on a grumblin engineer don't look back
someday i'll jump into one of those boxes
hanging tight, travellin’ far
leavin the city, laughing all the while
ol freight train is rumblin, i'm travelin in style
ol highway is winding, smiling east and west
cars swiftly sliding, trying hard to escape the rest
someday i'll stand with my feet on yr shoulder
grinnin so wide, tho the cars pass me by
heading for nowhere, helping when i can
ol highway's windin like a snake across the land
ol man river is a rushin with a mind of his own
brother water keeps flushin crushin huge rocks to stones
lay myself down in that cool sparkling water
take me wherever you want me to go
dreamin of music, driftin off to sleep
ol river enfold me, carry me deep
trials have ended, no more need to hide
ol man river pull over I'm hitchin a ride…
for martin wigginton, bob felt, david mitchell and DBO
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groWings
05:37
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g r o W i n g s
wisdom is a growing –
an opening ancient flower
hardly even moving
steeped in observation
perspective is a deep way to see
keeping context in every angle
a breathing intentionally
to know the balance tango
while grace climbs up, a rambling vine
in a dance so fragile and sublime
wrapped around a delicate trellis
in movement like transcendence
it's a lightning day with the upside down
full of mystery and re-done-dance
a simple tale tumbles off the tongue
in a fractal friction romance
while grace is a music and a medicine dance
with a tilt of the head and a sideways glance
intensity to make you shiver
rushing through like a river
wisdom is a growing
perspective is a deep way to see
grace climbs up, a rambling vine
all these three are a part integrity
a quality and a stability
in harmony with humanity's humility
the rarest kind of a fragile community
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p a r t o f e v e r y t h i n g t h a t i s
standing in the here and now
someplace in between
look at all the falling stars
who knows what they mean
mockingbird and mourning dove
filling up the air
call for you so far away
deep inside me here
part of everything that is
bigger than the sky
mockingbird and mourning dove
reminds me how you fly
here inside magnolia time
mockingbird is loud
sheets cascade of songs he knows
a voice outside the crowd
part of everything that is
a drop inside the ocean
high up in magnolia tree
melody in motion
mourning dove dawn to dusk
coos in pause and flow
melancholic elegy
forlorn and slow ––
part of everything that is
you gave to humanity
your every note in every song:
ringing in eternity
mockingbird and mourning dove
sing in changing light
you rise, dissolve, become the air
another day becoming night
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dance we know
03:55
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d a n c e w e k n o w
maybe this dance we know is nothing but a dream
another chance to look inside beyond the way it seems
maybe we’re a common thread dangling from the sky
maybe there's much more unsaid wordless in a sigh
maybe the moon and mars are turning in the night
surrounded by falling stars echoing insight
maybe we’re a silent prayer filling up the dark
maybe there’s much more in there
arcing in a spark
on the tip of the universe these bodies come to learn
until we step outside the form and watch these bodies burn
you can never walk away, the choice becomes you
no matter who you think you are
it’s in everything you do
just because the heart turns doesn’t mean it has to go
like staring at a photograph of what we’ll never know
somedays there’s a refugee lost inside the night
somedays there’s a part of me
that watches with delight
maybe the moon and mars...
maybe the moon and mars...
turning in the night
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precarious
07:07
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p r e c a r i o u s
the sun warms wet grass, changing dew to steam
another day begins again to vanish like a dream
and life, precarious and strange
continues its growing
passing like an old freight train
never really knowing...
as answers to the questionings asked for many ages
are scribbled on the waters of the night
cresting and falling, filling pages
and still we do the best we can and still we come to try
to untangle and pull the dangling cord
connecting us to the why
to listen to the music in the heartbeat of the sun
to hold the field so souls can find the song of
EVERYONE
so a heart opens wide to the sounding of the chimes
and follows a road that never ends, uncrossing every line
and life, precarious and strange
casts away its anchor
agreeing again to lose track of the shore
opening to more...
so we roll rocks up the hill and so they tumble right back down
like the sun warms dampened bones
and climbs an arc so soon set down
and life, precarious and strange
unravels in its passing
listening for the fading sound... echoing on...
a dream unwound...
and still we do the best we can and still we come to try
to untangle and pull the dangling cord
connecting us to the why
to listen to the music in the heartbeat of the sun
to hold the field so souls can sing the song of
EVERYONE
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daybroughtlove
03:56
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d a y b r o u g h t l o v e
several stars were out of order as we looked up to the night
even time had no idea if it'd ever be set right
everybody had their questions to which answers would not be found
even silence grew so loud it made a gorgeous sound
folks were puzzled by the light source as they reached into above
but there were no apprehensions as the daybroughtlove
all the green surrounding hillsides were more precious than gold
and the sunrise on the ocean was miracle to behold
micro creatures danced in water keeping mountains standing tall
and the brave and crazy music ricocheted off the walls
folks were open to new lessons even as push came down to shove
but nobody was mistaken as the daybroughtlove
and oh, how the slenderest cobweb
trembled like a guitarstring
and oh, how fragile and strong it was
connecting everything
phosphorus stars melted like honey as we looked into the past
and the spiralled double helix was recombinating fast
then instead of obfuscation every secret stood revealed
and the naked and the frightened were no longer concealed
as the sound of photosynthesis filled the cooing of the dove
and the world of life evolved anew as the daybroughtlove
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so many days
05:45
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s o m a n y d a y s
it's a life in time, seasons turn like pages
children grow so fast, people act on stages
such a lot to do, so many blessins
dreams are sometimes true,
good or bad they're lessons
so the story goes, not everything is matter
leave only footprints, climb up on that ladder
do the best you can, listen with a keen ear
open every day, breathe a little deeper
so many days, so many years
so many stories, in a world of tears
so many roads, so many words
so many songs never to be heard
it's okay to care, be aware of blindness
reach out your hand, share a little kindness
it's all a circle, you won't be backed in a corner
so the story goes – on and on like water
what's a life well-led? there's so many questions
so much potential, different intentions
like a masquerade, a homemade parade of faces
some are lifelong friends, others time erases
so many days, so many years
so many roads, so many tears
so many stories, so many words
so many songs never to be heard
that world we know has never been forgotten
it opens every moment
no matter how you're distracted
spin the crooked wheel,
win a box of chickens
you could be the next inventor
of somethin finger lickin
if you only knew the sound inside your ocean
you'd reach behind the mirror
and touch the maybe never
you can live by heart, you can open a window
see behind the door, don’t forget to knock it
like that look you have the way you sing tog ether
that song inside your river will carry me forever
so many days, so many years
so many roads, so many tears
so many stories, TOO many words
so many songs never to be heard
reach for the sky,
stand a little taller
see how wild the world is
feel a little smaller
even though you know
you may never find it,
the perfect missing chord
and how to get lost behind it
the pulsing of yr blood, it's autonomic
history proves again
everything's comic-cozmic…
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Brian Cutean QTN Oregon
Brian Cutean/QTN, Oregon songpoet and wordsmith musician, writes songs with offbeat and touching lyrical observations on the socialography of the human condition. He has performed with spirit and whimsy all over these United States for many years.
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