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Sparkbird
by Sparkbird
Queer poetic piano pop out of Portland, Oregon.Sync/licensing: [email protected]: they/them
Episodes
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Stephan Nance — Song for Santa (Jingle Your Own Damn Bells!)
http://stephannance.bandcamp.com/ Music and lyrics by Stephan Nance Stephan Nance - piano, vocals Tim McLaughlin - bass, guitar Merlin Showalter - drums, percussion Mixing and mastering by Matt Greco, MGRECORDS Lyrics: Santa filled my stocking up with dust And my breakfast bowl with Nothing but a...
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Stephan Nance — I am not a stranger here
I don’t know this town, But it’s your town— So it’s my town too; I don’t know that girl, But she knows you— So she’s my friend too; I don’t know my way, But I can count on you To show it to me; I am not a stranger When I’m with you, When I’m with you. (D-d-do do do do do.) Your mother seems to…
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Stephan Nance — Song For Losers
I’m a pretty good guy— I scrub behind my ears each morning, And I floss every night. I care about the environment— Nowadays people seem to admire that— And yet, It’s so hard to find a friend… If you don’t drink, If you don’t smoke, If you don’t wanna poke Everything with a pulse, You’re a loser…
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Stephan Nance — Japanese Garden / Jardin japonais / Yaponskii sad
[...] breaking through the ice, I scuttle down the riverbank till I espy the arboretum in your house… in your home… and covered in mud, I crawl into a carapace, and down the hallway you, the coniferous buoy bobbing on alpha waves, inspire a siren song, compose a nodding poem that will never see…
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Stephan Nance — Resurrection
Rain falls down, And the rain compresses all the sounds into the ground. When the clutter goes away like this, The silence can be found. A silent color guard routine Flows forth from the flowers as they sing. Do you see? The stamina are heavy, But the filaments are glistening. And this is why we...
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Stephan Nance — One-Way Sea
You tell me that the boat is moving forward— Whatever that means when there is no land in sight. I’d always pegged you as a shorebird— But in light of certain facts, I’m inclined to take it back. Don’t underestimate me; This field of research is my specialty, my specialty! I will crack this...
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Stephan Nance — The Song I Didn't Write
I can’t wrap my head around The notion that the present is a gift. You know me well enough by now To know I know that your devotion Has a tendency to shift. I can wait for you forever If that’s what you want. I can be a fountain for you Always filling, always spilling. I burnish every surface in...
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Stephan Nance — Immunodeficiency
Trouble is, Nowadays, We go walking in the rain Protected by our plastic parasols. From the mists To the waves, We don't think we ever will implode again, The mighty leaden rollers rushing in to kill us all. But the ships are swiftly sinking, And the submarine in which I am Sequestering myself Is...
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Stephan Nance — Paid By Weight
Someday, Maybe ten, maybe twenty years from now, There will be a knock at your door. There will be a man standing there with a clipboard. And you will sign your name on the dotted line. The man will hand over A parcel bundled up in wool. You will look down to consider it; You will look up to say...
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Stephan Nance — Made in Vermont
Hermit was sleeping And dreaming Just like the maple syrup That was seeping So sweetly From the tree In which he was Soothed by the buzz Of a hundred honey bees Returning to the hollow From a red clover field Something’s sure sweet about that tree Something’s sure sweet about that Fuzzy warm...
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Stephan Nance — Firecracker
Blue-, blue-, blue-eyed Scruffy fella— Helicopters buzzed against Our cheeks and ears and necks and Turned us all around In terms of color: Blushing, queasy, spinning And irrevocably endearing Drinking fountains, puppies, penguins, Little lambs… Don’t you dare go Making me like you more; I hate…
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Stephan Nance — Fall
I saw you again For the first time in ages You looked just the same But you sounded so different Your manner of speaking and The tone of your voice Were so changed. If I were a bird I’d have fluttered away But as I don’t have wings I was required to stay In my place at the register Ringing you up...
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Stephan Nance — Spring
Spring, and still Leaves have not all fallen from the trees; Holding hands and skipping Stones across the river; Flowers open Wider than I've ever seen; You can see them too, If you hurry— You can see them too, If you come back to me. Spiral bound The pages that you wrote to me; In between the...
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Stephan Nance — Cuddlefish
All my antics and my gibberish Put a damper on my sentences; I'm a [cuddlefish/cuttlefish] Trying to cover up my incompetence. Maybe your fancy just isn't ticklish— Maybe your heart belongs to another fish— But on your part that'd be foolish. Baby, I think you ought to think through this. The sea...
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Queer poetic piano pop out of Portland, Oregon.Sync/licensing: [email protected]: they/them
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