1. |
The Yearning
04:17
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Beyond this known ocean
Lies the sea
I'm just wading
In my memories
And all that come before me
is buried beneath
the honest answers
I can’t see
I'll keep my eyes closed
and walk swiftly
dreaming along this hollow road
bathed in mystery.
I’m racing to your body
the promise of the sea
dancing upon this moment
in front of me
The child lies within
buried so deep
asking for forgiveness
from his reality
I’m craving bliss
but bringing misery
I can only forgive
what I can see
Beyond this know ocean
lies the see
I’m just yearning to be free
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2. |
History
02:50
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In time I may
understand
what has passed
from hand to hand.
I am caught in
the moment of you.
Wanting distance to
show me the way
I’m intimate with
each hour of our day
Just pray
when you’re
are praying.
You and I will
be gray before
we know it. 2x
Climb within me,
upon my twisting vines
so you can see my mystery.
I am caught in
the moment of you.
Frozen but clear
in blind atonement.
Just pray
when you’re
are praying.
You and I will
be gray before
we know it.2x
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3. |
A Ghost Is Among Us
03:08
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To tell the truth,
a ghost is among us.
This white love
comes from the darkness.
You become real
and I can barely see.
You're taking shape
to my naked eye.
A broken hour leaves
it's moments scattered.
You've given to me
something that I needed.
I see you now
plunging in your water.
Your eyes holding light
at the very beginning.
Like getting lost
in a breaking wave,
I can only hope
you'll be there again.
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4. |
Moving Parts
03:12
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Moving parts
the machinery is grinding it's way
to extinction
I must bring myself to the brink
and move, and move to completion
Extrapolate self
I am the nerve
the makes the world go round
Rites of spring
take this ring and wear it
around your neck
The fire's gone out and it's time to
move, to move to distinction
I must bring myself to the brink
and move, and move to completion.
Extrapolate self
I am the nerve
the makes the world go round
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5. |
Wonder
02:59
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I wonder what life is like
holding with all your might
a single falling ancient star.
I simply love what I held close
the mercy of a sacred ghost
before I dared that dream of dreams
where I could finally weep.
I wonder. I wonder.
Craving one more lusting love
I became a heavy wind
too strong to see what I needed
too close to keep my dreaming.
You became a distant dream
in pirouettes and stolen seas
I might not know the swollen words
as much as I can be them.
As much as I can free them from
my tired wasted, urgent mouth
after so much waning fate
my burden after burden...
I wonder. I wonder.
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6. |
The Visitor
03:30
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Turn
turn again
your angry head.
Turn into
someone
that I know
again..
Like a battle
from long ago
euthanized
by history.
I want it
to fade, fade away
Hands down
eyes wide
falling away
on the inside.
I died once, only
only to be
re-born.
I can live once,
only once.
I want it
to fade, fade away
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7. |
Over Again
01:38
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I'm in the throes of my own movement
I can't decide what to do
Should I climb the empty ladder of the past
or just be here with you
Breaks in my timeline
they've been rearranged
I didn't apologize for my
imagined sins
I never did nothing
I didn't want to do
without you
wanting it too.
I gave so much and then retreated
back into my impatient mind
I just look back over
my shoulder and walk away
in my mind's eye.
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8. |
Shape Of You
03:31
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There lives a bright wonder
where the light is fine.
The calendar suspended
the morning divine.
I force my beginning
into my end.
I'm a roustabout
beside myself again.
I can see
the shape of you.
The silent shape
of you.
The sky is grasping at the clouds
the colors are smashing
so red and loud.
I can't make out the shape of you,
the simple shape of you.
I'll come down from the blue
if you’re true to me
I'll be true to you.
The shape of faithful you,
The love we hold anew.
I'll will try to meet you, love
without the shape of you to come
I'll make do, we'll make do
the shape of me and you.
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9. |
Fragments Become Whole
02:40
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Fragments become whole.
His Marriage to himself
was incomplete
so many times he questioned love
Inside his body
his heart keeps beats
purposely pumping his blood
His hands are so still
as he sits in the moments
his body absorbs his love
His searching has come to an end.
Fragments become whole.
Fragments become whole.
His Marriage to himself
was incomplete
so many times he questioned love
Inside his body
his heart keeps beats
purposely pumping his blood
His hands are so still
as he sits in the moments
his body absorbs his love
His searching has come to an end.
Fragments become whole.
These daily disciplines,
these rituals of the soul
Fragments become whole
Before he forgets
he retraces his steps.
Small victories of the soul.
His fragments become whole (repeat)
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James Day Leavitt Portland, Maine
James Day Leavitt is a writer, musician and occasional painter. He was born and raised in Maine. He spent most of his 20's in Oakland, California, where he played bass in Three Years Down and Witticus, two East Bay punk bands. He returned to Maine in 1999 and currently resides in Portland with his wife Katie and their two daughters, Audrey and Ida. ... more
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