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Hesitation
03:05
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It’s too quiet to tell you now
I can hear the sound the house makes in the walls
It’s too dark to let it out
Our faces get harder to read as the evening falls
If we go see a movie at ten,
If we go out for dinner, like friends
Maybe I’ll be able to say it then
It’s too quiet to tell you now
I can hear the waves at the end of the avenue
It’s too bright to let it out
Your face is fragile in the yellow afternoon
If we go for a midnight walk
If we lay in the bed and talk
Maybe I’ll be able to say it then
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January
04:01
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I'm a little distracted again
I am waiting for winter to end
I can't play anything anymore
Why aren't my waves reaching the shore?
You can ask my mind but it won't say
You can ask my friends but they won't know
Sorry it's so late again
Sorry I never came back in
You can ask me why but I won't say
You can ask me why but I won't know
I'm a little distracted again
I am waiting for winter to end
My mirror won't show my face
My window won't close all the way
You can ask my mind but it won't say
You can ask my friends, they won't know
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Flower Song
03:42
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January 2nd,
twenty degrees
ice in the garden,
crows in the trees
fire going steady on the kitchen stove
cup of black tea before you hit the road
Washing my hands clean,
water’s like snow
nothing I’ve ever seen,
seeing you go
(and you)
touch me on the arm in the living room
(and you)
tell me you’ll be back when it’s May or June
you’ll be back once I
clean up my room
(I tell myself)
you’ll be back when the
lilies-of-the-valley bloom
(I tell myself)
January’s over
slow and sore
my roommate’s got bad news
she closes her door
(and the)
wind is like water moving in the light
(and the)
radiator ribs heart beat in the night
and if you wait a little longer, until June or July
and if you don’t come back until the lilacs die
what does it matter, I’ll still see you soon
I’ll save you a picture, you can see them too
you’ll be here once I
see the flower moon
(I tell myself)
you’ll be back when the
lilies-of-the-valley bloom
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Song for Nighttime
04:28
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I wish I had some accolade for staying awake so late
I wish I had some way to make the darkness turn into day
Put your hand on my shoulder and take me to sleep
Put your hands over my eyes and make me sleep
Oh give me light and keep me loved and keep me for yourself
Take my limbs and fold them up I just want to be held
Put your hand on my shoulder and take me to sleep
Put your hands over my eyes and make me sleep
Sometimes I am made of sand a bar out on the bay
Water feels like medicine just wash my mind away
Skies of yellow blue and rose and other variations
Do I like the way I chose of making observations
The sun comes up it gives me light it gives me every color
I managed to live through the night but what about the others?
Skies of yellow blue and rose and other variations
Do I like the way I chose of making observations
The sun comes up it gives me light it gives me all these colors
I managed to live through the night but what about the others?
Put your hands in mine baby and take me to sleep
I need to see your eyes and feel your heat
I wish I had some accolade for staying awake so late
I wish I had some way to make the darkness turn into day
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the way you move is trapped in hesitation
like swimming in honey
but maybe it’s just me
or maybe it’s how
you deal with the things
that cut you in your rage
you said you were feeling sick at midnight
there’s no secret keeping
when everyone is sleeping
but if I live and die
and live a thousand times
I still won’t really know why
falling out of contact, falling out of place,
falling as a strategy a method to erase
falling in is easy, climbing out is hard
climbing into consciousness like stitches to the heart
you don’t have to wait this time around
I can tell you it’s safe in
the time that the day’s in
but I can’t say for certain
that tonight will be better
but it won’t be the same
falling out of sync, and falling out of tune
falling like the moon tides on Second Beach in June
sorting out the feelings, sorting out the fear
sifting through the heavy things that settled down this year
falling in is easy, climbing out is hard
climbing into consciousness like stitches to the heart
falling out of sync, and falling out of tune
falling like the moon tides on Second Beach in June
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Lily Porter Wright Providence, Rhode Island
Rhode Island-based singer-songwriter
photo by Anne-Marie Kildron
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