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the hoursongs

by swarbles

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1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
as you were 02:07
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.
4.
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.
5.
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.)
6.
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?
7.
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
8.
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.
9.
peony, peony 01:38
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.
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11.
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.
12.
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?
13.
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.
14.
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….
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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.
17.
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.

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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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The musical endeavors of one Maria Gocze, Maine dwelling friend of winged things, who sang before she spoke.

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