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Dust Bowl Drone

by Vincent Hand

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Dead red moon Rose too soon Broken sky Murder wire Broken tune Aphid June Crippled horse Bourbon porch Stars in the wild Slowing our lives Dead red field Empty road Bedding gone Timber's warm Down on the floor Familiar floor
2.
Engineheart 04:57
Oh me, you don't owe me your engineheart Going and bone deep, taken apart I've got friends, important friends- Over across the river. You will bend and cross my hand I'll see you again. Oh me, you don't know me, geary and worn Glowy and boney, your engineheart I've got pangs, and oxygens, And dangling limbs to sever. I can hear your beckoning Somewhere over the sea. (Whistling) We had plans, important plans- Far from disappearing. Plants that bloom and never end, Mashed into my teeth. I've got pangs, and oxygens, And dangling limbs to sever. I can hear you beckoning Somewhere over the sea. Running with a slow leak, past distant Mars Pulling, cajoling, even to the stars (Whistling)
3.
Waking up to go down to the emancipated stream Past the garden, suffocating, trying not to speak I'm around, I see your face, don't let down on me I'm alive, I feel your fire, don't leave up to me. Falling into healthy choices that don't take time to breathe Hearing freight trains, whisper no more wrecking balls please Everything will die in sorrow, all these little things Everyone is going somewhere, something in the street Last night I felt something I don't believe in nothing Everything will breathe in some way some day.
4.
If I lose my job, I'm going to the coast and to the station If I lose you, I'll be waiting with some bread and stationery Everything will run together, lying on the ocean (weather/whether) Anyone would be in love with all your faults, you have your reasons Onward south by all the horses, we can feel our luck descending On these houses and their horses, I'm not dying, hills on fire Cross the marker, sing and speak in broken Spanish back together Footprints by our hearts, we're trampled, I can feel you on my shoulder All these people justifying all their problems, all their voices Spend the night in broken tent and silence spoken, now together Everything will breathe.
5.
Walking on the street, our laces undone Tell me about Washington, San Diego and St. Louis, Then you crashed into my blood Straws and gold fish, your dress so warm Stand and hold me outside Then there was nothing but funny thoughts Lying in your bed with no designs When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this Holding you in my eyes When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this Holding you in my eyes Walking out in the street, our laces undone Tell me about Washington.
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Garlic Mine 04:51
Pebbles along the bottom of a stream Daisies under water by the shore Digging To the center of the earth* I'm going home I'm going home* Ceniza, sahuaro de la mina* You don't want me, but you would haunt me My heart is a rock I throw down my rock Kick it in the street I'm not in the dirt That's just my rock in the dirt My hands are clean My head is clean I'm not a rock I'm not a rock Sonita, estrellas cobres* And I'm going home If I lose you, I will see you in the dark And if I can't hear you, I'll go underwater And if I can't feel you, I will consume a little more And when I do, I will see you And I will hear your voice And I will find your rock
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Sapling 03:40
Hey ya ya everything
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Hold your head together Back and forth, out the door Lovely flowers on the porch Spilled a girl on myself Shoot the moon Make it to atmosphere Almost Hang me low to the ground On a frail, broken birch Whisper thoughts, softly say With your fingers, it's okay We will run till we stay We will run till we don't We will run till we cross the farmer's field We'll run until we do Dreaming cold, by the fire Feel your hand warm my thoughts Take our bugles, walkie talkie Dear seamonsters With some feelings, under cover They don't want to be discovered We will run till we stay I will sing to your legs We are lazy, and nothing will get in the way Sing songs every day Passing time, standing still Never dead, never will Here and gone, in my shoes Bound in thought, song to you I'm asleep anymore Everything under the door I will be in your sleep You will run through my dreams So soundly, and never allow me to wake Say everything's okay We will run till we stay I will sing to your ways So lazy, and nothing will get in the way Say everything's okay
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released June 1, 2012

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