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The Supertramp
“Excuse me? Can I ask you? Sorry, I know it’s random, on a Wednesday morning, outside of a Whole Foods, in Stokey, but do you by any chance like pasta?” Perplexed, with a wry frown, the morning commuter’s pace…

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High above and home in the Montana plains.
There’s an immense open shoot of land placed in front of me with a melancholy that blows like whistling wind far and high across the Montana plains. Stretched in the background, two gentle sleeping giants that…

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Mrs.Hen
“Did you take a photo of her? ” This was the first thought that crossed my mind. It barrelled out of my mouth and into Blondies ears. And for some reason that question got to me. Right in my chest. Slammed…

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Beware the man that doesn’t see.
My Dear, Beware the man that doesn’t see. And see the flower that turns your eye upon it. Gently moving from one side and to the other And then beware the man that cuts it from its ground. Presented as a token…

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Train Dreams
A piano melody plays. It’s random with clashing tones and repetitive drones, little notes flicking by as the evening draws in. With muffled voices and faded laughs. And as the lick of the tune goes on, a train…

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This Land Between
This morning I swatted a fly with a straight-handed slap across my face as I woke up. I noticed there was dry spittle on the corners of my mouth, and the bed sheets stuck to me like old mildewed honey—wanting…

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The Dance of the River Song
And there, underneath the tall grass lie all of the Words. Malignant creatures created by our greeds. With wry smiles they point their pointed fingers, spells cast out like a net catching those wide eyed and…

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El camino de mi Alma
I’ll tell ya Annie, one of these days, you listenin’? One of these day’s we’ll get out of this Godless place. We’ll go so far they’ll just give up and stop looking for us, you hear me? A place so far away…

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Roarin’
“You know somethin’? Sometimes in the shadows of darkness itself, it seems so desolate that dying feels like an easy way out. And even though I know you’re not reading this, my body wants to believe. But…

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Of Men of Wars
What is Red? It surrounds us and it’s in us. With the power of torrents, of colossal rivers flowing, it torments as it engulfs. Spreading the spears of armies across fields yet unsown. Its colourless dreams…

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Endlessly
When that day comes, and if you remember me, don’t think of dampness or cold blue mornings mist. But think of all the smells of summer, and petal flowers, and that touch between our lips. Then think on how it…

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Beam like the Sun
And as I sat, face toward the high noon Sun, my feet planted firmly in the Earth, my hands floating in the roaring river, I stopped and looked inside for the source of all things, looking for the fire that…

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MOONBOY
‘While back, Mama used to call me Moonboy. ‘Cos early on when I used to tilt my head back into the sky at night an look up to the source that made light of the dark I’d always cry. An when she’d ask me why…

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DADAR
And there I was, eyes glued wide open as the train pushed its way through a softening mist. The rhythmical pitter patter of the train wheels smashing against the rusty steel tracks had kept me awake for long…
