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New Digs
Well folks, I’ve met the storage capacity maximum for this site (and just at the halfway point)! The saga continues to its completion at http://songjournal2.podomatic.com/ so please take a minute to update your bookmarks and subscriptions. The first entry at the new location will be Tuesday, Oct…
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#186 no salvation premium
i’ll live a month of sundays all in one day if only i could make them them go away the tea kettle mousetrap reflection tool doesn’t work as planned and the sun sets as quickly as it rises no holy ghost building no pilgrim stranger or salvation premium the band doesn’t even attempt to tune before...
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#185 face up
goodbyes and leavings beginnings middles and ends there’s no place to stay no place to stay the machine moves with or without me sometimes i’m on sometimes i want off a puzzle piece turned upside down doesn’t fit unless the rest of the world is too if the world is upside down then i’m face up...
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#184 when we crossed the divide (together)
wide open spaces enclosed in a moment all that meant anything surrounded by so much detail and pointlessness was you and then we crossed the divide together it was the only thing that mattered not the elevator bread nor the hopeless microfine lines they drew when we crossed the divide together...
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#183 another old house
it was all desks and beds dark from the lamps and faulty wiring and doors leading nowhere and natalie disappeared into the ductwork of a new old house we never knew another old house devours us another old house swallows us whole so i bought a tiny japanese man he was on the lam to find her he...
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#182 take a picture
take a picture it lasts longer it’s a thousand misunderstood words but it holds no candle to a thousand incarnations of a rose take your comic book x-ray specs and tell me can you see my secret desire my longest day my dream of the eternal return or just the pixel myth of the last day take a...
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#181 choosing's a game
there are roads and there are roads no matter which ones you take you always end up in the same place we can run headlong into heather birds and bees escaping into dry leaves clinging to sweaters all the same choosing’s a game win or lose choosing’s a game win or lose spin the big wheel and watch...
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#180 you first or me
in these empty passenger cars with no engine to pull them we can live out here in the cold pile everything around us and make a go we’ll pretend to be buried alive though this coffin is too small and whoever digs us up will be our forever and in the cold we’ll make a go will it be you first or me...
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#179 i'm ok
i'm ok bhagiti 10.15.07 perrysburg, oh
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#178 you got to look up to see what's comin' down
the leaves know nothing of a mile the dirt underneath can’t see the stars sometimes you have to be dead before you can be born again frost on the pumpkin says it’s time ice and mist leaks from the sky sometimes you have to be dead before you can be born again at the gate what’s your name i said...
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#177 time is longer than rope
we knew the mask you wore to hide from yourself didn’t cover the words you tore up and swept under the rug words piled high into a balcony from which lovers spurned or otherwise fling themselves into senselessness you can get yourself some time or a rope but time is longer than rope and we all…
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#176 oars in our fishbaskets
it was always the thinnest of thin ice spiderwebbing through your veins like lost highways no longer making the trip home afraid of what you thought you’d find there and at camp like canoes we slept overturned our oars in our fishbaskets afraid to laugh and you never did and i knew you couldn’t…
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#175 pull the plug
sleep comes always just before the alarm through the night trains scream and i want them to take me away or run me over the cold through the window is finally real this time and the bed that wouldn’t let me sleep now won’t let me go but i do when does it all stop when will it be quiet again pull...
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#174 leave it to the birds (i dream of an airplane crash)
the high altitude jet plane reimagining cumulous with straightedge vapor trails is a phantom whose presence is unclear i suppose that everyone who has fallen to earth regretted in an instant believing in a phantom whose presence is unclear leave it to the birds leave it to the birds i’m happy...
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#173 the penny that refuses to reveal its other side is a hidden notebook
gliding gliding hypnotized penny for your thoughts how much to keep them to yourself make me guess what broken bread can’t be fixed again what fish eaten can’t swim again what wine can’t return to the vine meanwhile night peeks through blinds and my light sneaks back though neither have eyes...
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#172 oh why ohio
ohio stretches like a lie toward the plains and promises of the west to the sleepy south below the cool green east and the endless forests of the north roads lead in or away roads lead in or away ohio is a heart that no longer beats kept alive by trains pumping its crisscrossing veins and sad…
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#171 between crows and grapes
the sky is as black as a crow and as beautiful my belly full of grapes makes no complaint and the cool humidity of morning struggles between the death of summer and the birth of death it caresses me seduces me kisses me licking my face as if to say take me now for tomorrow we are gone bhagiti...
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#170 and in a field of aging heather a dream of the future fell like ballast tossed from a failing balloon
i stand in the middle of ten thousand streets all at once and everywhere they lead is nowhere each screaming in concrete seducing with slick rainsoaked curves but each a dead end none to salvation nor even to acceptable ruin ten thousand streets all at once everywhere a spiderweb traffic jam of...
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#169 which side are you on
morning makes no compromises it reveals to us the actions of the night and hides the moon in its light everything before is meaningless everything before is everything which side are you on we are not morning like prospectors without pans we wade in murky water that hides untold riches everything...
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#168 re-parting
i went to the station no suitcase in my hand and there an old man you leavin or stayin i’m re-parting remaining and departing at the same time that is i’m here but never here so there i sat on the platform watching the trains come and go people’s faces staring out at other possible realities each...
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#167 once again i dream (of the round piano)
outside now we are all seated around a large round piano we each have the notes that are ours we begin playing each after the other and it is strange beautiful music before it begins to rain out of the night endlessly twisting i lay dreaming the piano fills with water soon goldfish appear...
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#166 my barn is full of stars
my barn is full of stars pitched up high with blankets of blue and green glowing strange sequins and when it’s cold i see my breath and in the breath-dust are spelled out the words i can’t seem to say letters spill out like a vaporized soup backlit by the barn-glow that the neighbors know isn’t...
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#165 harvest time
hey now stop cowering under barley rows and hiding in the rye no escaping into wheat and corn leave that for the birds the mind’s pastures harvested soon will sleep for the moon will too plump again for the last time and leave you to the birds as the husks dry the worm reminds that fruit is...
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#164 what way what way (what would penelope wait)
got to get this all together and reconcile the pines with the silver the damp with the wet and the sand with the secrets of the soul in a st. vitus dance like a bonfire taunting all the ghosts of the forest while the flames flicker and the stars shimmer before turning away what way what way what...
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#163 somewhere in between
i am not one to take to the road i listen to the trees and stare at the moon wondering how far is far it rains in spirals inside my head the hissing always in my ears reminding me to keep the windows open let it in let it out let it in let it out as leaves leap like lovers and fools and night...
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#162 tie a bell around your neck
what’s your favorite anything does it have to do with dime turn decisions or the way telephones make the tormenting stop once in a minute i dreamt every dream i ever had vivid as life and i drank them in cool and slow so they wouldn’t stop tie a bell around your neck let everybody know you’re…
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#161 dustspeck pennies
what dustspeck floating by teeming with tiny mystery was your disappearing act where did everyone go where did everyone go your headsup penny was one of the best stuck full of wisdom and lucky magic i know you know I know i know you know I know hope hangs like a wish on a string under daisies…
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#160 time is time (make up your mind make up your mind)
the tree outside squeaking heavy with tiny hollow-boned birds weightless brown puffs of seeded white bellies behind them the dusky sky before the curtain is pulled back illuminating the deception of old gods constellations pinprick white lights waiting for some kid to shoot ‘em out you know how…
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#159 staring back at me like a religion of photographs
i have bathed in the stream of consciousness under the featherbed pillows of reason and rhyme the dust under boxcars makes me sad like how the purple summer sun sometimes seems all alone it all means something doesn’t it it’s all nothing isn’t it staring back at me like a religion of photographs...
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#158 my slow boat has just come in (this must be the place)
what four questions would i ask that i haven’t asked already i know the answers won’t come it’s ok the barn doors are open and the horses are long gone they won’t return again it’s ok this must be the place this must be the place my slow boat to china has just come in what i wouldn’t give i long…
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#157 pull the blinds
time winds through the by and by one moment is all it takes and running through it a single shiny thread of liquid silver but that’s not what the thief wants the root of the root is obscure pull the blinds pull the blinds the worm knows both the apple and the heart both sweet with desire inside a...
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#156 it will have to do
a piano wrapped around a room it will only play one tune it will have to do it will have to do a birdcage big enough for two but mine only knows one tune it will have to do it will have to do if there was only one song would it need to be sung would we secretly dream up the rest and keep them...
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#155 i'm going to have my way with you (song to the muse)
i’m going to press this song up against the wall and in no uncertain terms i’m going to have my way with you i’ve had it with you let me love you stop resisting you know we’re halfway through i’m going to have my way with you let me take you to evergreen pines trampled leaves under toe tucked...
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#154 reach inside and touch the dust of dreams
yesterday i saw a leaf leap from a tree it just let go an arc of awkward freedom and instead of falling it lifted up and out of sight stand on a chair lift your hands high it is never enough like slipping through pale mist the kiss of cold against skin every button undone down to the last one…
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#153 i have forgotten why - tell me again
i have forgotten why tell me again am i pushing this along or am i being dragged limply behind sometimes i want to pretend each day doesn’t matter can the angel-fueled furnace churning the words burning in turns bake my blackbird pie will the rope that keeps me tied to the back of this bakery...
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#152 you turn your leaves and greet the trees on hands and knees and wonder what kind of fool am i
why is it like this why does the day kiss the light from satellites above what sleepybug journeyed eye can compromise what i have known all along that there is nothing but a heatseeking heart beating deep inside of me why can’t i hide this why do the birds miss the sigh from my eyes above what...
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#151 weightless resistance
sometimes i float sometimes i sink in between there is weightlessness i am heavy with weightlessness it presses down on me like a hawk before the kill the moon begins to swell for the sixth time and the hawk clears the yard before weightless resistance lifts itself skyward i will turn a corner i...
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#150 requiem for an alley cat
agile grace under four-corner street lamp humming light orange mystery cool in the chaos of shouts squealling tires in the din you ruled from the alley i will look for you always and again otherwise this city’s already dead and then i lost you under the wheels they destroyed your ginger symmetry...
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#149 recovering the acorn
i look over the edge and they’re all gone not a single scrap of paper to be seen eaten buried or retrieved this transmission is slowly weakening nothing’s lost that can be found everything is someplace like a squirrel who spends his life searching to find nothing’s lost nothing’s lost bhagiti...
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#148 yes i said yes tonight
i get so tired sometimes i want to disappear into it lose myself wrapped in the arms of morpheus forever tonight yes i said yes tonight i will give in very soon i will slip past the gate without fail tonight yes i said yes tonight bhagiti 9.14.07 perrysburg, oh
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#147 the submission of night
the blankets wouldn’t release me as i lay trying to go back to where i was minutes ago with the cold from the open window working its way into my failed attempt at dream recovery morning is a cruel killer of warm blanketed bliss a destroyer of dreams evaporating the gentle black of night and...
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# 146 in a glass house you clicked your rings
a round house in the middle of the old neighborhood and there i snapped music around my head before leaving you lived in a glass cube high in the trees hidden from others though exposed to me and to you i did climb always and again the same is never the same is never the same again and after we...
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#145 i take you up in my arms but nothing is there, nothing is there
i awoke to the crispy cool of autumn in the air today it’s chill embraced me with its leaf mold caress as i lay sleeping dreaming a kiss fall the reverse resurrection i love you and your harvest moons and your chilly clarity but you are no lover you take but cannot ever give i will be here same...
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#144 tell me something, anything
peas in a pod what does it all mean the vines are long but have surely reached something tell me something anything tell me something anything last night a kitchen full of dying birds in cages we healed them with sunflower seeds tell me something anything tell me something anything everything…
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#143 why water why
my shoes in a dream and my feet in them in awful brackish water where i found indian drums and later a man tried to kill me for them i woke up again to rain already feeling the wet seeping in to my bones wondering what water means to me and if it figures in my death why water why do i never seem…
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#142 the dilemma of morning
nothing beats rain in the morning before the sun and bird worms here the bed a paradise of non-escape a warm refuge in diaphanous gossamer at one with lingering half dreams and the hissing against the leaves outside the moon that tormented me last week is gone now and the sky through my window...
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#141 making the morning snowglobe cry
no full range bleary eyed evening moon hypnosis can make the morning snowglobe cry daybreak dreams everlast the longest haunting the rest of the day for two weeks here i’ve lingered each of these a cipher shouts and kissing nowhere running underwater flying clamshell mystery stuck between night…
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#140 a little less resistance
i want to float i want gravity to lose its hold on me just a little i want to move with a little less resistance i used to dream i was invisible and that i could fly i would disappear and float away over the playground it sounds simple but there’s no comprehending this now invisibility is an...
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#139 some people have all the luck
i once knew this girl and rain poured from her fingers but the only parade she ever touched was her own once i squeezed my finger to see if the water would come and just as i was about to stop i could only raise a drop some people have all the luck some people have all the luck when counting…
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#138 my relationship with the moon is, shall we say, complicated
last night the moon waning from behind dappled backlit clouds directed my dreaming even so cruel arid moon i’ll still love you there i witnessed three deaths including my own each still heavy within me i am shaken even so cruel arid moon i’ll still love you tonight i will pull the curtains in…
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Inspired by song diarists like David Andrew Strackany (aka PALEO), I endeavor to write, record and upload a song a day for 365 days.visit my blog here:http://bhagiti.blogspot.com/
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