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Pull your body outwards from the magnets Walk until your legs cease or your mind is left alone Then what? Run Go into the place you seldom go Head into the darkness and push through the noise Unclothed, unformed You only work with what you have Troll desert your bridge post Send your body reeling you rot in your comfort zone And lo and behold, crow Poles- true north Somewhere there's another eating all that I cast off When's their winter come? Our equinox Who can see the moment my breath ends I can feel the sweat slat mask me in You can smell your scent on rare occasions We can taste the tension on our skin You only work with what you have Would you recognize a grander plan? When would you adjust your hardened hat? If you only work with what you have
oysters 02:05
Every time you call, I’m already asleep You wake me up with your dreams and the secrets that you keep But I’d rather see you in the morning Ill bring you oysters and watermelon Sitting in the backyard in the sunshine Shucking oysters spitting seeds passing time Every time you call I’m already asleep You wake me up with your kind words and slurred speech But I’d rather see you in the morning Even though by then you’ll have forgotten Or remember that you called at all You say you’ve changed Well it’s hard for me to see Nothing but beer in the kitchen Angle grinder on the stove.
My hands a telling sign of age The scent of sage distracts me bite your lip Wait for me grave I always see horizons Just as the sun is fading, string of ridges hope About face this boat My gut’s a mix of buttered beans and butterflies and queasy fleas Feasting leaches draining me of sleep and peace and please Tell me what is on your floor The cutting room the secret door What did you file away before You left for other islands You cannot exit if you tried The stunting blue light bleeds collective eyes Arm hairs entwine Not without weight, chest pressed and whispers Not without ample time to stew You drew a faint outline there Tell me what… Whisper what is on your mind The decent thoughts we’re told to hide The ones that made you come alive That you’ll mix with your ashes And I’ve got a string caught up in your weave I’m forgetting all of my reasons for being Yeah I’ve got a string caught up in your weave…da.da.dumb.da.dumb.da.dumb When do you weigh the pros and cons What one thing makes you barrel on and on You’re gone before you know it My throats gone raw from saying things Aloud that I wouldn’t waste my dreams on Soap scrub fear blood hope Whisper what… My gut’s a mix…. And I’ve got a string….
Swing back so hard Crumbling beneath the stars Sweet Sweet false start Brittle arms break apart Can I count the ways That I’ve come to stay Shed all the anchors Dive thorough the waves As I cross this street Take your hands with me Skittish and alarmed arm in arm How you shine am I half blind Death to the bird songs Go now headstrong
I've a lot of living Indenting the same cushion Missing you Missing youth But I am not the wolf Nor the crimson hood Push me down Take my body I am flush with blood I stink as an animal Take me back Claw my back And death spreads as a plague And life like spider bites You suck the snails But spit the venom Inst. Chorus line And I'm not splitting hairs And I'm not splitting wood Not splitting up Not splitting particles I'm a water wheel I'm an oxbow lake Around ambition Around desire It is I who cast this spell of stone I who freezes in the headlights I got angry, I got sad, I held back Tangled in the webs we've wove I'm a lot of living Orbiting conditions Missing youth Missing abandon I am not the wolf Nor am I the duck And I'm not Peter I'm the grandfather It is I who sang a worried song I who did just what you told me I got quiet I’ve grown distant. I held back Tangled in the webs we’ve wove
the water 03:22
When the night comes I want to be the one to hold you in the ear Stop sharing stories through the interfering waves Oh heads not headphones As the light goes And all the grippings of your nail marks return to shape And all the hardness of your heart erodes and breaks off oh The world will keep going growing and rotting without our interventions I don’t think most people will pay us mind or even notice The sides of your eyes have that certain night fatness Rest till morning comes, let your life die in this day As we wrinkle And the times we hold most dear fade into fog As my eye skin starts to seep o’er where I see Come in close Our teeth crumble And our talents seldom wax and likely wane Hold an outstretched arm and I will do the same Hum the notes Chorus Bridge And all that I have done someday will be erased by plants or man And all the fighting and all the shakes, oh lay me down, lay down this heavy head. In a lifeboat What would you take if you were never to return? What would you leave behind and rather gladly so Would you take a rope?


eleven songs recorded with one mic in an hour and a half
we don't own any rights for the cover songs of course, so this whole thing is free to download.
one more dollar is gillian welch's
the water is johnny flynn's
red rocking chair, fare the well and the riddle song are old, so i'm guessing public domain, though credit is given to modern interpreters in the track listing

the rest are joshua's and katie's

art found at nativeline.com/Untitled-Weaving. no credit given. i'll try to contact them asap.

joshua & katie


released December 22, 2014

joshua marcus - vocals, banjo, uke
katie miller - vocals, guitar


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Joshua Marcus Providence, Rhode Island

joshua marcus loves cooking with and for friends, all things musical, making art with shapes, and getting out of one's brain. and the ocean. and genuineness.

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