songs from the house of an ambiguous lord(e)

fare thee well

any old time

stoned at the nail salon

respirate

In the land of
Blackberry and chokecherry
We merry six see Chequamegon
Trunk tucked like a shoelace
Sapsucker on a power line
Counting backwards
Hang a right turn, a deer in the light
Churning out the only answer
Pink sky over red pine
Playing bluegrass on a lakeshore

And I’m awake and alive for now
Northeast thirteen for a tourist town
Burning rubber in the late summer beats
Bumming around thinking ‘bout-
Wasted time
Wondering when it’s gonna shake out right
I forgot to give you directions

In the bookstore stacked on
A Sand County Almanac
And Madeline Islander folklore an
Old typewriter lets out a few
Spare thoughts on a new page 
My mind wanders
How many have passed, can it all last
A little bit longer
Warm bodies in the bitter blood water
Wet rigid in the noontide

And I’m awake and alive for now
Off east thirteen in a tourist town
Burning rubber in the late summer beats
Bumming around thinking ‘bout-
Wasted time
Wondering when it’s gonna shake out right
I forgot to give you directions

In the charcoal
Superior twilight
Rewritten lifetimes unfold and
For a moment I’d found mine
Washed up with the driftwood
But all I bring back 
Are a couple of watercolor prints
And a song about a shipwreck
Bayfield in the rearview
Hair freed in the headwind
Singin’ hail to the maelstrom

And I’m awake and alive for now
Southwest thirteen from a tourist town
Burning rubber in the late summer beats
Bumming around thinking ‘bout-
Wasted time
Wondering when it’s gonna shake out right
I forgot to give you directions
I forgot to give you directions

bayfield (demo)

what i'm losing

Twenty five, pump four, need a little bit more
To see me away to Winona
The weatherman’s selling me shit I don’t need 
While I fill up my Honda with poison
Lord, help me to see through the face on the screen
You ask and I always answer 
We’re all on the run from the cinnamon sun
And the end of our final disaster
Yeah, the fires in the North spell trouble
And I don’t know what to say
The fires in the North spell trouble
That’ll take your breath away

Bear witness to my eclipse, I resign 
To the whisper, the face and the footwork
Sing all through the night in the overhead light
Resurrect me up out from the woodwork 
I was lost to the urge, soft little words 
Uncoiling across the horizon
The sum of myself in the palm of your hand 
The moon at my feet for the judgement of man
But the fire in your eyes spelled trouble
And I didn’t know what to say
The fire in your eyes spelled trouble
And it took my breath away

Twenty five, pump four, need a little bit more
To see me away to Winona
I wrote everything off and write everything down
And at times it feels I’m moving forward
At a glance there’s a chance of a midsummer rain
And the NASDAQ just keeps climbing
One day at a time, keep toeing that line
Let it burn 
Let it burn
And return with the ash and rubble
To the earth from which we came
Let it burn with the ash and rubble
We were never gonna change
Yeah, the end really ain’t so subtle
On a dark and cloudless day
Where the fires in the North spell trouble
That’ll take your 
Yeah I’ll take your
Breath away

fires in the north spell trouble

red moon (live from the rose garden)

heartbeats

Into the call
Of glue-battered faces hung on the wall
Of cut-out news pasted on views of Saint Paul
I don’t know what I want but I want it all

A corn maze
A manicured hand held to barbed wire blades 
A microchip moon above a marmalade lake
Here I am, here I am, and I’m here to stay

Unbound as I hold 
One half of every fold

So who’s to say
Where anything goes on an empty white page
I’ll laugh as I spit out the scraps from my brain
Again and again till it’s all the same

'Cause it’s fun to think
That a map of the stars and an ad for some bank
Are now a small part of some point I’m tryna make
Clawing back time that they tried to take

Unbound as I hold
One half of every fold
Yeah, right now I feel a little unbound as I hold
One half of every fold

collaging

change

on a good day

anything

hills of mexico

up on the divide

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morse code

ohio

I’m peeling squash in the kitchen
Skeletal tendrils and vine left to dry on the lawn
Nourishing mayapple children
One more December till dawn
We’ve gotta make some decisions, I
Spend so much time thinking through what you won’t think about
Mississippi cliffs of ambition
Or the limestone path leading down

I could cook a few meals if you want em
Got butterflies and petty ideas if you want em
But I pulled all the weeds out again, now
What am I to do with the roots and the stem?

Half dozen eggshells on the counter
I’m running faster on weekends and taking more naps
Evenings I hide in my snow-globe
Mornings I scrape off my dash
I liked it a little bit better when 
Reading for fun wasn’t something I had time to do
Now I’m a picket line pirate
Playing you suckers till June

And we could find life in that gutter
Loving you’s like Kickapoo bends in the water
But I’ll cut off the fruit in the end, now
What am I to do with the roots and the stem?

You’re peeling squash in the kitchen
If you wanted out then you should’ve gone back to Bay View
But it’s never that easy, is it?
The tide finds a way to seep through
We’ve gotta make some decisions
Skeletal tendrils and vine left to dry on the lawn
Mississippi cliffs of ambition
One more December, I’m gone

Into the call
Of glue-battered faces hung on the wall
Of cut-out news pasted on views of Saint Paul
I don’t know what I want but I want it all
Yeah I want it all
A corn maze
A manicured hand held to barbed wire blades 
A microchip moon above a marmalade lake
Here I am, here I am, and I
Here I am and I

I made a few meals, did you want em?
I had butterflies and petty ideas, did you want em?
I pleaded again and again
What was I to do with the roots and the stem?
We could’ve found life in that gutter
True friends are Kickapoo bends in the water
But I figured it out in the end
I know it now as I knew it then

selby and fry

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