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Little Boat
02:24
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Out of the woods I fetch twigs and string. You, my friend, are lost. Down at the river bank, drifts away. Little boat sinking down under the weight. She’ll give it all away. The glow and the laughter. She’s green and young and dumb and growing older each day. And I live to watch her play.
Swinging her legs out now over the edge. You can’t change my mind. Deep and it’s dark and the water is cold. The wood of the deck is sound. Will hold. She’ll give it all away. The roll on the hillside. She’s earthed and versed and old and growing older each day. And I live to watch her play.
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Let Her Go
03:38
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Carved from maple wood. One an army tank, one a model sailboat to drag along the bank. Nothing so weak. Sure to sink again. Time to cut the string now, release in down the Seine. Let it go.
She in mustard fields. Hair in yellow rows. Dig to plant the seed and the weed inside him grows. Pain is unceasing from a phantom limb. Grab him by his collar and beat it out of him. Let it go.
One an army tank symbolizing strength. One a model airplane who keeps me at arms length. Nothing so weak as man in love. Tilt my head back, see you break through the clouds… Let her go.
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Innocent
03:30
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Here’s to the lives of the innocent. Breaking their backs on the grounds. They live down at the bottom. They save coins in a jar. Shirts are sooty and sodden. They won’t get very far. Well to do in the slog as they are.
Here’s to the lives of the malevolent. Taking their time on the course. They drill down to the bottom. They do trade in the car. They wear white pima cotton. They say, “Have a cigar.” Well to do in the wrong as they are.
Here’s to the lives of the ignorant. Basking our hides in the sun. We don’t travel the bottom. We observe from afar. Nothing can’t be forgotten. We go fast to the bar. Well to do in the dark as we are.
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Pennsylvania
03:20
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I don’t need your say. Rarely go my own way. One hand can count the times. One, two, three, four, five. All of it would pass. Bet on it my last dime.
Digging for the bottom till under water. Only see me stand in candlelight.
I was scared to death, asked me for a cigarette. I’d seen your face around. Lift up off the ground. Last thing I recall, morning was the first snowfall.
Digging for the bottom till under water. Only to abandon candlelight.
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Tongue Tied
02:11
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Jake fell o’re the bow. We were crossing the lake. Frozen over, now the clod cannot drown in your wake. Clothes wring out, both hands, tongue, tied.
Dig to serve the crown round the castle walls. Now the moat is frozen over. Serves no purpose at all. Bells ring out, both hands, tongue, tied.
Decent loving eyes at a tender age. Frozen over, now the gaze – odium and rage. Neck wring out, both hands, tongue, tied.
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The Fire
04:47
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All she’d hoped to find was a man to settle down. But she loves his heart, his mind, and the house on the edge of town. She can take it all.
He said, “I do admire how you take hard times with a laugh.” But she lost him in the fire along with every photograph. She can take it all.
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Like Snow
02:29
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Doesn’t really matter how long you spend musing. Who knows why the heart strings give to the bow?
Doesn’t matter what the problem is. Telling? Who knows.? We can’t carry, it overflows.
And it’s beautiful like snow: Too cold, but the structure need that to hold.
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Jed Whedon and the Willing Los Angeles, California
Jed Tucker Whedon was born in Hollywood, California. He took piano lessons when he was a kid. His first recital was on a harpsichord and his teacher forbid him to listen music that featured electrified guitars. He now owns several and lives in the Los Angeles area with his wife Maurissa and daughter Benny Sue. ... more
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