A fan song for the silt verses!

Lyrics:

All water returns to the rivers
And all the rivers are as one 

And the current that flows 
To the ocean knows 

It's just waiting for the storm 
That's yet to come 

All water's like blood in a vein
Going, then returning to the heart

One father in the water,
We call you sisters and brothers 

If creatures of the current's 
What you are

When the river inherits the sea
When the ocean returns from the sky

Risen in the water we'll be
Shifted and changed by the tide

All water returns to the rivers
All the rivers are as one 

As you have gone
Return to his arms 

And see what you 
Were mean to become

All waters just fragments of the whole
The Trawlerman of silt and shell and bonee

The river embodies the seas 
And calls them back home from the skies 

Ebb and flow
The current only goes
Until it's recalled by the tide

Return To The River

Crows Fly Band, Hillsborough, NC - Dawn Leith vocals; Kevin Smith, guitar and vocals; Anne Shrago, bass

A Solstice Song

I searched high and low, trying to find 
A little comfort and peace of mind 
Of all the places I’ve been, I have to say 
This is the one where I’d most like to stay 

Tracing over all my memory 
I can’t recall any place I’d rather be 
So many places, so many names 
So many dreams that went up in flames 

I’ve thought it over and I can’t deny 
Your arms feel like a nice, quiet place to die 
You feel like a nice, quiet place to die 
I’ll wait right here and let it all pass by

Search all you want but you’ll never see
A place that’s always trouble free 
This is as good as it ever gets to be 
This right here, you and me 

I’ve thought it over and I won’t lie
Your arms feel like a nice, quiet place to die 
You feel like a nice, quiet place to die 
I’ll wait right here and watch it all pass by

A nice, quiet place to die 
A nice, quiet place to die 
A nice, quiet place to die 
Let it all pass on by 

©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

A Nice, Quiet Place To Die

Lyrics for “Blood in the Glass” by Trent Boswell, from the album Something in the Air 

You’d only call it a disaster 
If you were trying extra hard to be nice 
But all the niceties were 
Crushed up for the mix drinks 
Because the party was all out of ice 

Hush, little baby.. don’t you bitch, now 
We’ve laid waste to all your pesky fears
Just listen to the soft voice of certain death 
How it whispers such sweet things in your ears

I woke this morning to the sweet sounds
Of everything falling apart 
I can’t find the glue, anywhere I look 
And I know better than to look in my heart 

Doom arrived late night at the soirée
As I passed by, I kicked it in the clutch
I wasn’t mad at all about what it planned to do 
Only that a few, it wouldn’t touch 

Gentleman and ladies all line up now 
To stab the eyes, each one has a go
Don’t waste your breath, explaining to them how
They only blind themselves… they already know 

   Don’t stop the show, it’s all too much fun 
   Admission price is all the useful parts
   We sold it all off, dirt cheap, no reservations 
   And long ago, we emptied out our hearts 

I remember sunny days and bird songs 
But all these things are swiftly brushed aside 
For the sounds of ourselves, 
The images of others;
Both from which, we vainly seek to hide 

I found a thousand beautiful reasons 
Then, was told I needed one thousand and one 
Things like joy, a heart full of kindness,
A chameleon face and a gun 

Blood in the glass, broken glass on the ground 
Broken glass and blood on the blade 
Note the irony with a wry, little smile 
It’s the finest contribution that I’ve made 
Watch the smoke rising, a sigh of contentment 
The finest contribution that I’ve made 

It’s getting much harder to keep it all down 
Throwing it away might be smart
When all of it is burned, black, full of poison
Most especially in the heart 

I woke this morning to the sweet sounds
Of everything falling apart 
I can’t find the glue, anywhere I look 
And I know better than to look in the heart 

We all know there’s nothing 
There to find, in our hearts 

©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell 

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Blood In The Glass

Sound clip for Golden Bamboo Key of Dm Native American Style Flute by Tree Of Life Designs https://www.treeoflifedesigns.com/

Golden Bamboo Key of Dm Native American Style Flute

the boy who wanted to be a bear

in fact/gregory and the hawk

something/the beatles

Trent Boswell (aka Magus, of Magus & The Plastic Infinity). Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing which blinked, ever so briefly, in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unknown. Some say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary facts suggest that it may have been destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth is unclear. Luckily, no one cares. 

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Blood In The Glass

Trent Boswell

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