1. |
Creation
03:23
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It’s the first blank page of an open age
And nothing new to say
In the blank of white nothing feels right
Under heavy thought up weight
Aimlessly placing each sound in a maze
Following traces in branches of phrase
In the inkblot phase, I can make my way
To becoming some strange dream
Better throw it down in a field of sound
And leave all as it seems
Puzzling thinking in feeling and sound
Striking beginnings till threading is found
In stages of gestation
Of form and fragmentation
Broken into pieces, recombined
Reworked and reset into a new frame of mind
In constant amazement of what’s done
Humbled by the simple act of creation
Creation, creation, what gets done
Down through the ages tradition gets paved
And somewhere in there something new somehow gets made
In stages of gestation
Of form and fragmentation
Broken into pieces, recombined
Reworked and reset into a new frame of mind
In constant amazement of what’s done
Humbled by the simple act of creation
Creation, creation, what gets done
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2. |
Two in a Room
01:53
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Two in a room working it out
Wording of wisdom and childish bouts
Day after day, threading it through
But nothing a stage, no audience view
To listen and listen, to talk or not
All in small moments too jaded for plot
Waging a life, skidding and skew
Sinking and climbing, shading and hue
And when you imagine which way it will nod
In every direction unthinkable odds
Of seeing precisely just what it will be
Futures dim brightly, branching of tree
And only and only, timing will tell
A facial expression, a feeling and smell
Two people falling, as close as in twine
Finding their peace in pockets of time
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3. |
Leaves
04:38
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Sift through shards of thought,
Opt for what I’m not
Sheep from sheep from sheep
Shear each one you keep
Gather and disperse your lot
Among each broken piece
Weak will wither, mind your plot
Seen in strength of leaves
Pull up every root
Part from place of mute
Leave a place of peace behind
Outside of what comfort has confined
Days to disown
Peace inside once known
Breathe and let it fall
Grasping close control
Grab before it hits the ground
Shattered broken peace
Those too scattered never come down
Mind winded leaves
Wild fields of dark
Outgrowth of light
Each grain more pointed
In the contrast they invite
Pulled up every root
Part from place of mute
Leave a place of peace behind
Outside of what comfort has confined
Gluttony consumes
Sealed in torpor’s tomb
Who would want to wake
From that devil’s place
Hedonistic spin
Wasted time within
Rise to the call
And walk through hallowed halls
Pulled up every root
Part from place of mute
Leave a place of peace behind
Outside of what comfort has confined
Sift through shards of thought
Keeping what gets caught
Leaf from leaf from leaf
Build from what you reap
Gather and disperse your lot
Among each broken piece
Put together what you’ve got
And leave
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4. |
Drought
03:16
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Words put in like simple gears
Speaking the spokes that
Lift the meaning through the ears
Giving, taking, abstract and real
Wearing down the wheels
Feed the impulse, draw the well
But overflowing
Springs the spoken to a yell
Trip and stumble, slog back to land
To the sea of sand
And when the drought is here
You’re out of wine and you’re out of beer
The mind, a dust cloud, whirling thought
A gust shrouded and fought
With every ounce I’ve got
Till the barren, seed the ground
And vocalize to raise an army of sound
Trees grin cracking sidewalk paths
Growth always comes back
Say them over and again
To will the words to
Bring the invocation in
(…)
And when the icy rain
Meets the face of God in the burning flame
The smoke all rises, fills the room and skies
And all the fumes exhale and spread
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5. |
The Giant Why
08:12
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Countless years of past
Those around amassed
Together they tried
To take down the giant whys
The giant why
With all basics tended to
Can’t just be must know
Many scopes of looking through
Each justifies its own in its own mind
Faith through faith
Reason through reason
Choice or fate
The giant why
Forging for the sake
Of forging something new
Casting a better light
On the things that we put ourselves through
Reaching out and grasping for
The things we choose to pursue
Deeper in than we asked to be
Down in what we stagger through
The strangest mutation
Meaning over life
Wealth of fascination
Pushing past survival
The giant why
Travel cloaked in crowds
New ideas ringing loud
Past the break of bread
Jesus finally said okay
Okay
Sedentary life in body
But mind roams on
Stretched out past me
Forging for the sake
Of forging something new
Casting a better light
On the things that we put ourselves through
Reaching out and grasping for
The things we choose to pursue
Deeper in than we asked to be
Down in what we stagger through
All the great explorers
Wanted something more
God and nation, wealth and power
Underneath they’re feeding our
Great command
Homeland of the mind
And the comfort left behind
Eyes in lenses, brains in jars
Thoughts exploding, billion stars
The giant why
Forging for the sake
Of forging something new
Casting a better light
On the things that we put ourselves through
Reaching out and grasping for
The things we choose to pursue
Deeper in than we asked to be
Down in what we stagger through
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6. |
Talk With Myself
04:02
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It’s a shame I can’t be here
Time does what it does
In the future I will be
And in the past where I was
But in the moment I’m nowhere
Static stagnant and still
Holding good hours of bad days
Trying to make the time fill
But I’m too lost in the time frame
And misplaced in the when
And what I will do had done then
Every present runs thin
As thoughts cycle back again
Did it happen
Did it happen to me
Lost in cycles of cycles
Where I was and am me
Swimming sinking or thinking
Sunken thoughts in my sea
Where in drops is the ocean
Threading months through an hour
One in masses of many
Amalgamation brings power
But I’m in pieces and segments
Remnants of a divide
And splintered off, too often tried
To put each segment in line
But time never tenses right
Did it happen
Did it happen to me
When it happens
When it happens you’ll know
When I woke up this morning
Had a talk with myself
All the words were escaping
So hard to find those that help
So I gathered what I could
Tried to pin each one down
Then I pressed on the button
And lost what I could in sound
Made a permanent gesture
Of goodwill toward myself
Something to hold still through time
As things change, and remind
Of all the strangest thoughts I’ve had
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7. |
The Way Back
02:30
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When I saw my final one
I knew then what I didn’t want to be
Came too close then turned around
When I saw the worst of me
It was then that I knew that
I couldn’t do what they do
Stood up and walked out on
The only thing I knew
Living comes next
Heaviest part’s on own
On the outside of what’s known
Left it for I don’t know what yet
Easier to leave than not to go back
Shorter comfort or longer haul
Killed the thought and saved them all
It was then that I knew that
I couldn’t do what they do
Stood up and walked out on
The only thing I knew
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8. |
Shake Off
03:11
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All of the work
We do to prove our worth
And none of it will ever leave this Earth
Keys to the cage
Unlatch and tear away
Rising up and flying off the page
Planting one firm foot in the next age
But I could go out by myself
Up the widow’s walk and ring the bell
With no ear to hear or ring it for
As sands are folded in on unknown shores
So cling and bring near
All flesh familiar
Back and forth fixed to a speck of dirt
Continents shift and my friends have a rift
Rivers don’t care if they repair it
Smaller than we’d all want to admit
But I could go out with my friends
Up all night to talk and the time just spends
Four apart and four in tune
As unknown shores are hit by the same moon so
Shake off
Everyone row to put on a good show
Place focus on the things you can control
A corner, a room
A speck of mind or mood
A small but lasting thread will follow through
With no thought to what nothing can undo
But I could go out anytime
Unspool the reel and close the eye
Darkest place I’ve ever been
As clothes are torn, sewn up, and worn again
To work and to work
To find out what it’s worth
As casualties of comfort line the Earth
Straight to the brain
No struggle or strain
Grab tighter on or let go of the reigns
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9. |
Anything You Want
04:25
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Swimming through all of my waterfall time
Endless blue wall of the falling dream line
Greater in nature and inside mine
For all to bear all together
Orange extreme in a hush of green
Lying down in all it seems
And you can think of anything you want
It’s yours
It’s yours
Great spotted plains in a gold crown
Words surging up searches ended in what’s found
Down pouring outflowing dispersion of
Sound mind and body of tree of me
Thought through the cloud and a clot of white
Brought to mind riding a beam of light
Flying absurd on the many colored
Bright feathered bird sight
And words can’t get it right
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10. |
Time
05:51
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Time brought me here
And time takes away all that’s dear
Black caravan furrowing lines
Can’t slash the tires and take back what’s mine
Know it will happen, can’t run away
Knowing can’t take hold, force it stay
Strangle the moment, slipping through days
Barreling seasons come as they may
Everyone feels everyone knows
Knowing can’t stop the show
Great things will happen
When time’s at its best
After the moment’s passed
Knowing that all recast
Ageless in beauty, only time tells
Homes become houses and then sad motels
Gripping to feelings, thoughts, and desires
And everything happens between telephone wires
Shedding of minutes
And mileage inscribed with
Wasted time
And moments that I’ve
Brought myself thoughtless into
Got, lived, and gave up what’s mine
Each passing look back
Americas I’ve known
Time growing out, what has it been
Looking back down and jumping back in
Freefalling good times in drunk parking lots
Filled up with laughter and spilling of thoughts
Wish I knew then what I wish I knew now
And that the knowing could change it somehow
Nobody cares, everyone grows
What does it matter, nobody knows
Time brought me here
And times takes away all that’s clear
Finding and breathing in new forming facts
Blinded with change and wants to go back
Watched through the window, climbed up the stairs
Broke through the glass, more than could bear
Some bite their pain, some seal it up
Some do their searching in bottoms of cups
Shedding of minutes
And mileage inscribed with
Wasted time
And moments that I’ve
Brought myself thoughtless into
Got, lived, and gave up what’s mine
Things come together
And things fall apart
Public and private, cities and domes
Round kitchen table and everyone’s grown
Now that it’s over, it’s already gone
Full Sunday mornings and mowings of lawn
Lasting without and living inside
No wasted moments but God knows I’ve tried
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