the hoursongs

by swarbles

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about

every week, the elephant 6 townhall puts together a compilation of songs written and recorded in an hour. in march of 2012, i started to contribute to the compilation. these are the first songs i have ever written to the point of completion (or at least partial completion) i will continually add songs to this as the hoursong compilations continue on (or if they ever start up again).

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released July 25, 2012

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swarbles Winterport, Maine

The musical endeavors of one Maria Gocze, Maine dwelling friend of winged things, who sang before she spoke. Also one of those Secret Acorns (secretacorns.bandcamp.com)!

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Track Name: when the black rook comes around
the game is set
the pawns lined up in rows
each move is met
and tension squarely grows

take the queen
and to your hope you’ll cling
the unfolding scene:
the dethroning of a king

when the black rook comes around,
no knights to guard the door
your highness losing ground
when the black rook comes around

check and mate
you’ve nowhere else to go
seal your fate
pale king, white as snow

castle walls
built up out of air
the king will fall
you haven’t got a prayer

when the black rook comes around,
no knights to guard the door
your highness losing ground
when the black rook comes around
when the black rook comes around.
Track Name: aeroelastic flutter
you do nothing
to calm my fear of falling,
watching you twist and turn the night away;
restless bodies
trapped beneath sheets,
fighting for sleep.
my heart flexes the same way.
aeroelastic flutter eyelashes,
heart strings suspended,
snapping fingers against fingers.
garters for girders,
a plummet of pavement,
rattle them bones.
Track Name: as you were
winter weather worn
a bushel of brambles tangled
in your fur fully mangled;
oh, look what the cat dragged in.

the leap day hare
curled cozy against the cold,
slow thawing of frozen bones,
a live simmering rabbit stew.
the long winter melts away,
leaves a life fully renewed

card checked in the back pocket
of the books you long loved,
resting on the table laid.
you were late for tea again, my friend.

dormice snore tiny storms,
tucked safely around the cup
radiating small warmth,
black tea and citrus,
press porcelain against your lips.

no, i never wanted to be a tea cup
quite as much as in this moment.
the deception of top hats;
you seem taller than before
somehow…

but surely the same height as you always were.

as you were,
as you wish.
Track Name: winterskins and phantoms
the ice floes in my veins
lodged upon the shore.
the howling wind surrounds me,
the souls who came before.

ghosts tied to my fingers,
haunting all i touch.
the white blinds all around me,
with each ghastly gust.

which ghost is worse?
which ghost is worse?

the auroras overhead,
set the sky aglow,
soft sheets of shifting colors,
reflected on the snow.

but the show does end and the light fades fast,
the darkness spreads out thick,
swallowed in obscurity,
swirling oil slick.

you dive below.
you dive below.

the gulls hover effortlessly,
as though strung from strings.
the insulated isolation
from all other living things.

the midnight winter spirits cry,
their wails freeze completely.
their weeping would not chill me,
if they sang half as sweetly

as you,
the night of the crescent moon,
songs sung to toes,
downturned eyes, half closed.

i will not forget you,
and the way you look tonight
and my heart beats so
that i can hardly speak right.

no, you’ll never be more alone
than you are right here.
you’ll never be more alone
than you are right now.
Track Name: funeral shoes
i’ve been checking the weather for new jersey
which is not a typical thing for me.
but i’ve been concerned about you and the weather;
what if you both take a turn for the worse?

i don’t want to buy another black dress,
but it’s still quite cold and anyway,
i will need new funeral shoes.

i don’t want to talk about it, i wanna cry for three straight days,
coz waiting for you to pass just might kill me.
coz who’s gonna ask me to sing for them now?
and then swear at my dad in italian?

i don’t want to buy another black dress,
but it’s still quite cold and anyway,
i will need new funeral shoes.

these terrible things that plague one’s thoughts;
like i’ll never see you smile again,
and how awful it is to love anyone, when we all end up dying.
but i hope you’ll be happy in st. gertrude’s,
with the chief by your side and no more pain.

but i don’t want to buy another black dress,
and i don’t want to say goodbye to you yet,
and i don’t want to need funeral shoes.
Track Name: what still remains
you came and you saw and you conquered
but what do you have to show for yourself?

a pocket of holes and nowhere else to go
and nothing to show for yourself.

after all you gave,
to win this game,
what still remains?
(i mean, other than me.)

you gave it your all and you came out on top,
but who’s gonna catch you if you fall?

you cut your safety and threw it to me,
is what you paid worth what you got?

after all you gave
to win this game
what still remains?
(i mean, other than me.)
Track Name: drowning on land
all that i am,
am i anything
worth keeping as secret
when morning comes
crawling through the window?
pull the shade,

close the sun out again
til it starts to rain
and the sound echoes loud
in the empty space.

the air hangs heavy in lungs
the sensation of drowning on land.

all that i am,
am i anything
worth keeping as secret
from you?
Track Name: solitary blue
i woke up late today,
hungover and cold.
i’d like to go away
this shit is getting old

i always try for first,
but lately come in last,
feeling slightly cursed,
have the good things all gone past?

it’s hard to see the light
when everything goes wrong,
but i fight the good fight
even when i’m not strong.

and sure, it’s just a phase,
and things, they will get better,
this lingering malaise
can’t linger here forever.

and so, for now, it’s fine,
and i’ll keep smiling through,
and drink a bit more wine,
until i am imbued.

this quiet, lonely time,
i sit and think of you,
and it is not a crime,
it’s just a solitary blue
Track Name: perigee love song in three quarters time
i’ll glow only for you,
if you’ll glow only for me.

you’ll light the dark seas at night
and guide this boat right back to home.

your eyes will full moon at me,
and my heart will high tide for you

i won’t fear drowning those days,
with you, i always feel safe.

the moon, earth, sun all in line,
your orbit will coincide with mine.
Track Name: peony, peony
peony, peony,
bud wrapped so tightly,
hiding your face needing more time to grow.
ohhhhhh

peony, peony,
blooming so suddenly,
white faces blush when your pale pink petticoats show.
ohhhhhh

peony, peony,
ants march with dignity,
carrying flags down the street so we all know.
ohhhhhh

peony, peony,
petals fall daintly,
cover the ground at your feet in your own snow.
ohhhhhh

peony, peony,
body lays lazily,
carried by ants to rest somewhere where we don’t know.
Track Name: the black lodge
the hesitance of fluorescence
still flickers in uncertainty,
even when the bulb is warm.

like cherry pie
and coffee,
black as midnight on a moonless night,
black as midnight on a moonless night.

you’ll find me washed ashore, wrapped in plastic,
with letters jammed beneath my fingernails
for you to decode.

the scent of burnt motor oil,
and tall douglas firs,
and fear.

your doppelganger
runs circles round you here.
Track Name: fragmentalism
you know, i don’t understand why
you only photograph mirrors;

reflecting fragments of the world for me,
as though the whole picture was too lovely.

you know, i don’t understand why
you only sing metered measures;

warbling fragments of the world for me,
as though the whole song was too lovely.

you know, i can understand why
you’re all i want to see
and you’re all i want to hear,
so could this be?
Track Name: unfortunate truths (funeral songs, part two)
the unfortunate truth about living
is that which keeps you alive will kill you.

your blood grows weary and slows,
and in slowing, your heart closes.

the unfortunate truth about dying
is you lose so much time while it’s happening.

spending hours counting the hours til it ends
and surely, it’s some sort of sick joke…

but i’m not laughing.
Track Name: Relish with a capital R
and suddenly,
everything,
absolutely everything
was there.

i’m alive,
and everyone’s alive,
but what’s the use
when they’re more alive than me?

the first thing you learn in life is you’re a fool,
and the last thing you learn in life is you’re the same fool.

a crazy creature with a head full of carnival spangles.

and time is so strange
and life is twice as strange;
the cogs miss,
the wheels turn.
and lives interlace too early,
or too late.

all i know is i feel good going to bed nights.
that’s a happy ending once a day.
but what makes the night?
shadows crawling out under from five billion trees.
Track Name: oh no elephant (fell down)
oh no elephant, elephant fell down
oh no elephant on the floor
oh no elephant, elephant fell down
oh no elephant on the floor

etc….
Track Name: little pod lullabye
little vanilla vine
growing in the summertime
how are you doing today?

little vanilla vine
glowing green in the sunshine
how are you doing today?

you grow all you can
and when summer’s gone
you’ll be so nicely tan

you grow all you can
and when summer’s gone
they’ll pluck you from the plant

and they pull you apart
and take your seeds
and place them in a jar

and they pull you apart
and take your seeds
but never take your heart,

they make take your seeds
but never take your heart.
Track Name: and maybe i won't
well i broke free from my cage today
wanted to go wandering far away
so maybe i’ll see you, and maybe i won’t.

the grass is always greener on the outside, when you’re outside
so i’ll roam through the wild for a while, for a long while
and maybe i’ll see you, and maybe i won’t.

i’ll find someone’s garden from which to eat
and a patch of sweet clover on which to sleep
and maybe i’ll see you, and maybe i won’t.

but the seasons change and the weather gets cold
and fending for yourself, it always gets old
so i think that i’ll come home, don’t think that i won’t.