Praise For Arms

Still I Wish

Fair Winds

Sister/Lost

Keeper

Nothing To Say (Paul Baribeau cover)

Grendel's Mother (the Mountain Goats cover)

Tires roll, leaving home
I have to always go
In my dreams I'm driving west
from Boston towards an emptiness
half-formed desire made of pure distance

thought I'd know, know by now
the road will only turn you around
the destination that you pretend
is just the core of wanting,  it leads back again
If I were clever like you, I'd have figured it out by now

So I'm stuck in a car, stuck in my head,
'cause I can't drive, might as well be dead
and I turn circles in the dust with my thumbs 
wondering when the hell transfiguration's gonna come

but I don't change 'cause I can't move
any closer to the things that I'm wanting to
though desire's just the distance that I've built between here
and the hole in the map were the roads disappear.

must be something precious inside that unknown, so
let the tires roll, let the tires roll

Hole in the Map

Sitting under the ribbon lights,
across the river from a friend of mine
let the night pass by along the river,
let the night pass by along the river.

The wind is cold but I wait like a stone
you can't turn back without moving alone
I got a friend 'cross the river, take real good care of me
pallet on the floor, a strong cup of sympathy

Funny how friends, they come and go,
their hearts get tangled in the undertow.

Low tide on the Thames is a naked blade
all the sharpened shoals and old remains
water's fast and dark and I am far from home
water's fast and dark and I am far from home

Colored light on water and an absence in the dark,
I think this city's found a hole in my heart
and it pulls me down, I can feel the water's longing
all this river's ever been, errant need and wanting

I feel like a stranger inside my own skin:
I'm choking on the shadows of dead soldiers and kings
there's Roman spears out in the sediment
but I'm saving up my sentiment
for a friend of mine, across the river tonight.

From here Blackfriars is but the length of your hand,
I'd burn every bridge that ship would just land,
carry you safe tonight along the river
let the night lay down, quiet along the river

In this city built on Saxon bones,
the future's clear but the past unknown
and the truth it runs as fast and cold as water
and the truth it runs as quiet and cold as water
and my friend I might as well try to hold the water

Longing

What I Know

Christmas Lights (Paul Baribeau cover)

Summer's Ocean

Regan

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