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When the Sun Is Gone

by Lee Bones

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When the Sun Is Gone 03:36
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When the sun is gone Will the flowers still dance in the moonlight? Will there even still be any moonlight Or flowers when the sun is gone? Will the stars be thieves? And claim their right to seed the void? Or will they darken in their grief When the sun is gone? When the sun is gone When the sun is gone Will the chronicle document history When the sun is gone? When the song is done Will the words still hang on your teeth? Will the melody arc through the memory When the song is done? Will the ears be pleased? Will the mind believe? Will there be inscrutable notions left behind When the song is done? When the song is done When the song is done Will the singer feel like he just told a lie When the song is done?
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Lamps 02:55
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One two three four five Dim dull yellow live In a row the lit up lamps Luminous obscurity They dance each in a cage Project at such a range Surround them with the sun And light will stifle light To put it another way If seen in the proper shade Then more of it Need not be made So see distant rows above Though unclear they are enough In a row the lit up lamps Luminous obscurities They dance each in a cage Project at such a range Surround them with the sun And light will stifle light
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It's Tuesday 03:48
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It's Tuesday And every last wisp of a dull dream Has made its way out of my dull brain The only thing left is The strong sound of my stomach growling Sometimes This mood sinks down on me just like A capsized catapult launching A missile of appetite Leaving a hole of appetite And you don't know it But when I make drinks for us There's always more whiskey in mine And if it's not for tolerance and not for pride Then why do I bother with the lie? Well you might as well ask Whatever happened to being content With a deep breath I ready myself for a big day That's the name I give to the panic Of every encounter that Drags me from my gluttony But don't hate Don't hate the hedonist Don't hate Don't hate the hedonist Don't hate He's only eating the fat crumbs Of the perfect mind And he doesn't know it But when drinks are brought to us There's always more whiskey in his And if it's not for a reason And it's not determined Then why do they bother to lie? Well you might as well ask Whatever happened to being content With a deep breath?
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Spider's Silk 03:22
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After all the loving had gone Remaining Pity Made a pair of souls in the shape Of empty bottles Pity played a wondrous tune Upon these bottles Differences of volume and air Sang separate tunings Maybe he made fools of them both That pathos vendor Bragging all the way to the bank Spider's silk is still soft Spider's silk is so soft I can't even take it off I won't take it off You wear it as a heart Or as a scarf But don't take it off Turning back to look at the pair Of empty bottles You know the ones I mentioned before In the first verse Pity felt that he'd had enough Of this poor pair Left them by the side of the road Drained and forgotten Maybe he made fools of them both That pathos vendor Bragging all the way to the bank Spider's silk is still soft Spider's silk is so soft I can't even take it off I won't take it off Wear it as a heart or as a hat Or as a sock Or as a scarf Don't take it off
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Quietly 03:48
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Quietly the radical Quietly traditional Why won't he speak up? Speak a little bit louder Speak up Speak a little bit louder Give up just a touch of thunder It's three o'clock in the afternoon The same dull light through the same dull window Yes but he's drinking wine alone in some apartment Having a ball He's whispering a melody A stillborn symphony Cause he won't speak up Speak a little bit louder Speak up Speak a little bit louder Give up just a touch of thunder He's thinking always of the times When people heard him clear Instead of unconditional love In their judge and jury eyes They pitied him they pitied him They pity him still It's quite a game if you play the rules But this gaunt contender Sings that he doesn't trust a soul Who isn't paralyzed with doubt And what kind of strategy is that When the field is full of play Still he won't speak up Speak a little bit louder Speak up Speak up just a little bit louder Give up just a touch of thunder Maybe I have missed the mark Would he trust me? I don't care He's just a fragment – that's all he is He's just a fragment – he's part of a whole And quietly the radical Quietly traditional He won't speak up Speak a little bit louder Speak up Speak a little bit louder Give up just a touch of thunder He's thinking always of the times When people heard him clear Instead of unconditional love In their judge and jury eyes They pitied him they pitied him They pity him still
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Maintenance 03:25
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The saxophone lies in its case Accumulating rust Its keys are stuck down in their place I open up the box At moments when I'm thunderstruck But generally the locks Are locked and I have no great luck You see the problem is exposed The day to day – the maintenance Just can't compare to happenstance I'll leave the hammer – take the lance The love I have so patiently It sits inside its chest The key to which is memory But that is hard to see Cause only with adrenaline Does memory agree And even then it's with chagrin You see the problem is exposed The day to day – the maintenance Just can't compare to happenstance I'll leave the hammer – take the lance The wits I have they frighten me They have capacity But doubt is such a little thing It's smaller than a flea And that infernal word ahead It spells out L-E-E How will I teach what I've read? You see the problem is exposed The day to day – the maintenance Just can't compare to happenstance I'll leave the hammer – take the lance
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There Must Be A Reason 03:36
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You're always pretending to know Things that you know nothing about Why do you do that? Why do you do that? There must be a reason There must be a reason You don't even care what I think of you So tell me why don't you take off your clothes Why don't you do that? Why don't you do that? There must be a reason There must be a reason Feathers are singeing the sky Every wall around you lights up in reply Why don't you like this? Why don't you like this? If there is one scrap of animal Lust left inside your bottomless corpse Why don't you rouse it? Why don't you rouse it? There must be a reason There must be a reason
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Missing Mirrors 03:21
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Could he think in other terms Than his own aphoristic tones? He only wanted fiction Lucid and precise To speak of one particular He tried but it did not suffice So he said: "Vanity precedes all judgment – Aesthetic and pathetic. Fools look outside Missing mirrors In sublimity." He could not pass by a surface That reflected back at him Without a confirmation That his nose still trembled out That his brow still furrowed in That his hair still curled about And he said: "Vanity precedes all judgment – Aesthetic and pathetic. Fools look outside Missing mirrors In sublimity." How he did I do not know But once he met an acrobat She was like him She was born in shade From there she could see the lake And witness herself for her sake She said: "Vanity precedes all judgment – Aesthetic and pathetic. Fools look outside Missing mirrors In sublimity." When he finally got home The front door fell off right away Inside only ruins Most alarmingly of all There were mirrors shattered everywhere And written on the wall it read It read: "Vanity precedes all judgment– Aesthetic and pathetic. Fools look outside Missing mirrors In sublimity."
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We Look at Youth and We See Potential 03:42
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We look at youth and we see potential Just what will be All the promise – it is promised And it will be But then we turn to look at the aged See what we see? All the words they have not kept to We all can see And even when we look in the mirror That warped and dirty mirror The sands of time They chafe in our trousers Well she's a woman bearing the battle Across her knees And I'm a man wearing the saddle Of prophecies Her jawbone does not line up There's not enough slack And my life is a soft shoe paddle In a hardwood shack And even when we look in the mirror That warped and dirty mirror The sands of time They chafe in our trousers Ten mountains might not move us an inch But seven could – yeah seven certainly could We went swimming in the pool of a palace one time We left mud on the ground But better not better not pay too much attention Or the clamor might push you around We look at youth and we see potential Just what will be All the promise – it is promised And it will be But then we turn to look at the aged See what we see? All the words they have not kept to We all can see
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This Is the Life 03:40
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This is the life I can’t remember strife anymore It’s a murmuring in the back of my head This is the life Yeah this is the life Fear is only an hour away And that’s just enough time for the span of a game This is the life I thought it was a wax candle Burning at a steady pace But now I do what I feel like doing And I’m beating up old clichés I’m eating up papier-mâché And I’m reading a play a day This is the life All I think about is how many books That I’ll never read even if I get very old This is the life So this is the life I prefer the sound of simple things In a silver frame trimmed with apples and vines This is the life I thought it was a wax candle Burning at a steady pace But now I do what I feel like doing And I’m beating up old clichés I’m eating up papier-mâché And I’m reading a play a day Take me to the Hagia Sophia If you don’t let me go I will engage you in a tantrum Don’t think I won’t Please take me to the Hagia Sophia This is the life I’m sorry I will never say that again It got out of me it was just a flash in the pan

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released June 11, 2014

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