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At sunset, after the rain stopped,
I was watching the planes land.
I was thinking about you
and how you spoke
and how you held your head
and what you said
and what you really meant.
I once remembered everything
but now it's slipping away.
Memories fade or get hidden away
in your mind.
I dreamed, no, I remembered
when I was sleeping next to you
wrapped in a cocoon
but now you're somewhere else
and somewhere else is a place
that you can't see,
that you can't reach,
that you can't touch,
that you can only dream of.
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Voices 9
00:21
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A Man of Words
03:32
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I was cruel.
I was impatient.
I was intolerant.
I was unreasonable.
I was hesitant.
I was intemperate.
I was careless.
I lied, but I don't lie as well as I used to.
A man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds.
It's like a lion at the door
and when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back,
and when your back begins to smart
it's like a knife in your heart
and when your heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead and dead, indeed.
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Voices 10
00:29
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The Choosing
03:34
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Virginia walks like she's underwater
and her eyes are like the bottom of the sea.
Virginia is her red hair and her heroines
and the promises she makes to me.
Life's just a little bit of winning and losing.
Freedom's not the choices, it's the choosing.
Virginia stands on the back porch clapping
her hands as she slowly turns to me.
She says, "There's music. Can't you hear it?"
Virginia wraps me in her velvet voice as she says,
"It's far to easy to have all these choices;
what's hard is choosing what you can live with."
Virginia's nodding off, her hair covers her face
as she falls asleep and dreams of a place
that only she can imagine.
Virginia, hold me in your arms and tell me again
that you'll aways know my name, even when
you're so far from me, so far away from me.
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Voices 8
00:13
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The Waiting Room
05:05
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Red lights reflected on the building next door.
In the waiting room, they're walking the floor.
They'll come for you. They come at night,
when inside you're screaming, whiter than white.
Here on the inside, it's getting much colder.
I'm closer to home. I'm getting older.
I know what I want and I know what I crave.
I know what I need and they're not the same things.
They're drawing the curtains and they're locking the door.
In the waiting room, they're asking for more.
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Voices 4
00:38
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Time and Tears
00:55
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The Lighthouse
04:44
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She lives in the lighthouse alone by the sea. She watches the world go by in the light from the lighthouse. She floats on a sea of dark memories as the light swings by in her eyes, the light she doesn't see. Sometimes she sits and dreams by the window, sometimes she spins.
She is spinning, like the light from the lighthouse, like a top on top of the world.
Soon, soon, soon it's time but she lingers just a little while. She watches the boats. She watches the sea. As the light swings by again and again, she remembers the shoreline and games played and friends and summers and magic, leaving childish things behind.
She is spinning, a ghost dance in the afterglow of the lighthouse, and the light washes out her shadow, and soon, soon, soon, like the light.
She sits and watches and waits by this tower that she built piece by piece of marble and shells and the ashes of her heart and sweat and all those regrets that taste much sweeter through time and diamond days in black velvet laughter and letters from lovers burning so bright and wishes that won't come true but maybe just might and promises made for the rest of your life, leaving childish things behind.
And lessons learned that can't be taught because you have to find out for yourself. There's all this love and all this sorrow and far too little time. She pushes her fear. She teases her horror. She taunts her lonliness. The light swings by again and again, the boulders below like rock candy diamonds on black velvet dreams.
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Voices 6
01:04
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Things Change
06:01
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Where does the summer go?
No one knows.
I looked away for a moment.
Now a cold grey wind starts to blow.
Where do I rest a while?
Past my trials.
The earth is in your mouth and hair
and my heart is there.
Who will you trust, beloved,
to forgive you when you're wrong?
Shake her head and let it go?
Who will be the last know know?
Who will visit on the dark days
and find you in your room?
Whose breath on your window pane,
calling out your name?
I looked away for a lifetime today.
When it's time for everything to change,
things change
and they'll never be the same.
Who will catch the pearls from your mouth
and save them for your lover? For another...
The world turned just a few too many times.
The future feels just like you said it would
but it's not as shiny as they promised.
Funny how things turn out when you're not looking
Funny how life's so weird.
Funny how life's so sweet, a sugar skull
dissolving on my tongue.
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Voices 7
01:09
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Voices 2
00:33
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At sunset, after the rain stopped,
I was watching the planes land.
I was thinking about you
and how you spoke
and how you held your head
and what you said
and what you really meant.
I once remembered everything
but now it's slipping away.
Memories fade or get hidden away
in your mind.
I dreamed, no, I remembered
when I was sleeping next to you
wrapped in a cocoon
but now you're somewhere else
and somewhere else is a place
that you can't see,
that you can't reach,
that you can't touch,
that you can only dream of.
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Sara Ayers Albany, New York
"This is music to conjure lofty dreams of perfect love, to tell trans-galactic science-fiction epics, to examine the inside of a grain of sand." -- Michael Hochanadel, The Schenectady Gazette
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