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Northern Lights
03:58
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In silent ink
The night is brushed
By gods
and displayed
In my limp focus
I imagine your company
Through the stained-glass
windows of heaven
It leans and lilts
With the lights
In my tired eyes.
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2. |
Prayer Upon Leaving
02:34
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Hail Mary full of grace
Who knows the danger sleepin’ in my bones?
Only you could!
You see I clothed myself in love
Before the hatred wore my skin.
Like a veiled bride
On her wedding night
I take this flight
Into darkness,
With only the promise of a morning.
I will come to you.
Hail Mary full of grace
Have I truly paid for all my sins?
For what penitence have I paid
To be presented the prize of love so pure?
Heaven I imagine
Is the sand around you feet
Swelling at low-tide
Or your breath against cold glass
I will come to you.
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Canniballad
04:14
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O cannibal! O carnivore!
As sweet as innocence:
My flesh, Your tongue.
O cleft hoof/My heart!
You are the sweet meat of my eye
And toothy grin of the wolf
Against the dark.
I am the hunter’s hungry spear
Among your skin.
I pierce you, pull away
And chew my way back in.
O cannibal! O carnivore!
Your slender legs are pythons
Gently choking
the white from the swan
O! my love you are my killer
I devour as you swallow
I will absorb you
And to you I follow
I am the hunter’s hungry spear
Among your skin.
I pierce you, pull away
And chew my way back in.
O cannibal! O carnivore!
As sweet as innocence:
Your flesh, my tongue.
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4. |
The Fool
02:41
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How many die
Without ever knowing a place
Beyond the distances they know
To never see an ocean
Is to be adrift an endless dune!
If the poor fool may never find rest,
Let the world cry with the rain!
How sad:
The lack of debt we find
In the efforts of the clown?
He does not owe us the smile.
But still he parades around the square
Behind his charade of colored balloons
He attempts his painted smile!
Last night it was an aluminum mill,
As workers punched out on the clock
And the last vat of metal
was cured after the bell.
Now it’s silent like a bone.
All of these union men
now pace their own kitchens
With the virile pride of eunuchs.
They hang their heads so low
In the shadows they’ve always known
I heard the clarion call
And danced a coroner’s waltz!
The tune of the promenade,
Was dry and slow like a drum.
Signed sincerely,
The fool
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5. |
Nylon
04:55
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I have nerves of nylon
a tiny stab and I run
I have a spine so thin
I don't stand I shake against you spiky limbs
Vulnerable to brushing arms
Chock full of disease
and a seething hole is left
in the shape of the hosiery run
This mortal shape of cardiac arrest
is so stultifying
I'm scratching everywhere I've ever been touched
Her body's so sex
So she packs in the violence she needs
to prove solidity
Then cuts it into servings
from a box of broken glass
So she can eat from the pity we give whores
To let break and slide
like tarpaulin grain and die
Is to shake rattled nerves then release unto a lie
It was chance a tool of opposition
As cute as a corpse in the back of a car
With blue eyes and red lips she died
Sometimes I am a fly: landed in wet paint
what graceful misfortune
In ordinary lifeless color.
Winter comes
And everything we know on earth dies again
I’m scratching everywhere I’ve ever been touched
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6. |
Unchained Melody
03:48
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Oh my love, My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
godspeed, your love
to me
lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
into the open arms of the sea
lonely rivers sigh wait for, wait for me
I'm coming home wait for me
Oh my love, My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
godspeed, your love
to me
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Ian Miles Spokane
Ian Miles is an independent singer-songwriter based out of Spokane, WA.
His Music has been described and "a
little cool and a little weird – in a good way" and "very story-telling".
Sometimes mellow and bittersweet; a songbird at your window sill and at other times a thunderous full-throated roar of emotive stomping and hollering like a wild preacher of the end-times!
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