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Three Cycles
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by Trevor Wilson
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Tweezer
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Charcoal
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Fingernail
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Venice
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Manifest
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Anawan
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Doorstop
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Destination
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Single
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Spirit
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Shaker
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Setting
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Gods
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Gaze
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Past
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Home
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When
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Lost
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Pull
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Ride
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Full
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Loss
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Love
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Guns
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- about
- 2009 has been a year of transition for me. I wrote and recorded quite a bit of music, but I feel all of it is risky and underdeveloped. They are steps towards the next thing. I cannot confidently present these recordings as something polished, but I want to share them - as such, I have offered them up for free.
Anawan is a song cycle that started with the idea of constant searching- the unsatisfied gaze of the American settler, etc. Songs written in Putney, VT and E. Dummerston VT in the summer and fall of 2009.
Hard Times is a looser song cycle, looking at more pedantic matters - coming back home after graduation, etc. Songs written and recording during 2 weeks in June. There were many more songs than included here, but they were either too rough or lost in my stupidity.
Growth and Decay, the most complete song cycle, was my senior thesis, performed by Emily Call (violin), Emily Diehl (cello), Jackson Emmer (voice), Maia Friedman (voice), Jonathan Grusauskas (voice), Amelia Meath (voice), Ham Poe (bass), Jennifer Schwartz (violin), and myself. A breakup album. Written in the winter and spring of 2009, recorded and performed live in May 2009. - credits
- released 05 November 2009
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- Track Name: Tweezer
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Lil wanderer, lil wanderer,
I beckon you to sit with me.
My outstretched hand strains to reach you,
My legs crouch to meet your low gaze.
How long have you been trying to preserve that smile?
From meal to meal, what dish could satisfy your desire?
What taste can recreate
the humble happiness of that first day?
Lil wanderer, lil wanderer,
Covered in fresh mown grass,
I beseech you, I implore you,
Marry your search with my own.
But what strained hand,
However tender it may be,
Could give you back that which was
Torn away from thee?
What touch could recreate
The humble happiness of that first day?
And without a sound to sooth the way that heartbeat rang,
We'll run around till our bodies loose their spring. - Track Name: Charcoal
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Eeeeeooowaaasunder! Jostled from that thunder.
Oh... a tiny rhinocerous in my eardrum trampled.
In canon Asher....
He sounds as bold as its hooves on the road we're on.
As we continue, a little bird on the road,
She hears the canon's call, falls in when the second beat falls.
Wah ah ah!
With all the sound piled on,
These old plants we could not sell;
Who will drive them to the pile?
That truck might be parked a long time. - Track Name: Fingernail
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Baby's little finger pointed to the evening sky
he's not trying to organize
not trying to redesign
or plot the next alignment. Rather,
Taken by the sandy wash that runs over his eyes,
He is planted to the cradle
with limbs overflowing
dripping jaw. Beady eyes.
The jangling crowd has focused their attention
on the heavy glass filled with oblivion
some kind of wash, a soft satisfaction
what fantastic dance has dulled my evening sky?
it doesn't seem important
a chapter in my story
just a country cure for boredom, or intellect
I don't feel like waiting patient for the sun
to bounce off the clouds, playing with its grin
it doesn't send me off enough.
I admit, I want this glass to stretch me open
stretch me a mile from the clouds to the moon
and I want to lay there floating, limbless
blissful as the space between those stars
woman in my chest, won't you lay my body down
won't you keep me from reciting
the problems I have suffered
the plans that I have readied... pedantic
take your fingernail and split my down my spine
stretch me a mile wide - Track Name: Venice
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who could save Venice from sinking
in the sea
it's bound to be submerged
despite the gates and pilings plotted
to be built
the water will rise
out of funds, the city denies
living lives on the second floor
prodding sticks into the bed
hunting grip soggy core
Venice, your millennium of lovers
keeps you up
they tied their hearts around your limbs
buoying best as they can manage
collectively
defying gravity
but lover lags, longing looks
a little late for the return of the fervor
cords decay cutting care
can't connect any longer
do we have enough film to capture
accurately and affectively
the sinking that has occurred
from the weight of years
I couldn't save no Venice from sinking
to the ground
I had to let it go
Prodding my stick into the water
in the wet bed
hungry for a grip
lady lake landed late
lover lagged long
cutting cords can't connect
heart to her any longer - Track Name: Manifest
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he was tired, he was rotten out
bugs made home on his crumbling stump
he left us on the afternoon
magnetized towards the setting moon
and we were left with reminders
they wrapped their arms around us longingly
we were left with reminders of him
when he left we memorialized
salted pools in our crystal eyes
built a shrine in our vacant chest
hoping he would return to us
and we were left with reminders
they wrapped their arms around us longingly
we were left with reminders
when he away
ran away
ran away
from here.
over time as the scraps decayed
without a sound to replenish them
dusty surface to the unkept shrines
the destined decline with time - Track Name: Anawan
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I've buried my hand in you
time and time again
grateful to feel what's below
merry merry face
to greet my own
sunny skies to warm my nose
a cold lover for a time
keeping all your suitors in line
weeding out the weary whine
leaving you and I alone
I was born into you
I think I'll die in you
In a coffin made of my favorite trees
leaves gather around my hair
and cover the shoulders of everyone there
a cold fall day for them to wear
A sad wind blows and plants me square
new england
though intimate we've grown
you are not mine to call my own
you were taken when cheif anawan
was captured in rehoboth
taken back to plymouth
and beheaded by the law
a raw law, that
a law to lie for the theft
god granted the guns
to gain these grounds
amerimerica
your bride guilt, dressed all in white
Wedded on land traded for iron
maybe when I sink into the ground
I will have earned the mound
the dirt will cover my skin forever from shame - Track Name: Doorstop
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If you haven't a program to watch
or any movies to call upon
maybe there's a friend who lives nearby your house...
or not.
And that's ok, look around for a deck of cards
and play solitaire.
Get lost in the egg-white faces of the royalty...
Or cardless, make your way to your garage
or whatever you'd consider an equivelant space
take out a saw and a block of wood
make a little doorstop
even that one simple cut
will inspire and enliven you
more than a minute of that television
But if you don't have a saw
you can go out and observe the park
or the desert, or whatever's going on outside your living situation
it's just that the garbage they're airing
seems to keep people from living
mid-atlantic housewives kept wishing
they were the ones on the tv screen
if you haven't a thing to do and there's nothing on tv
everyone wants to hang out because
nobody has a thing to do and there's nothing on tv
so just go outside and find out
who doesn't have anything to do when nothings on tv
hang out with everyone all the time because there's never anything on tv - Track Name: Destination
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having gotten this degree
shall I bend my spine for a company
or shall I have an affair with an older friend of the family
I haven't a cent to my name this weekend
I don't even know if I can start this engine
corporate fathers, lift your heavy frown
see your children in cap and gown
our stock in future has plummeted into the ground
we haven't a job to inspire a destination
we consider selling eggs as a full-time occupation
all the burden on my head
I've felt like I've got enough
I just need somewhere to put my bed
and some warm stove to bake some bread
and I could never find
any of those silver mines
I can work with limes
pride and guilt start pouring in
can't move back into mom's basement
can't ask more than we've been given
And it's the american dream to try to get a car and an apartment
with negative four hundred thirty-four on your credit
but I have ideas in my head
I'm think I might sell some juice
from a porch or from my car
I'll just do with what I have
I've seen people lose their minds
cornered back into the womb
and though I could never find
any of those silver mines
I can work with limes - Track Name: Single
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Poor young lady singing pain on the radio.
She's got a burnin yearnin in her heart that grows.
Just a strong back will give her all that she wants.
A way to give her some highs and soften the lows.
But now her name's on the top of the billboard charts
Something in her words got to sound real nice
To all the ladies and the gentleman
Grinding in the club.
Well I could never be man to UGH your pain away.
You probably should look inside yourself and see where that comes from.
Well baby, I could never be the man to UGH your pain away.
And even if you find the strongest back,
They'll only wreck you more for their lack of sensitivity.
They'll be another man to just take off.
And when the next single comes, you'll be singing again,
How the pain of that guy makes you want to cry. - Track Name: Spirit
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We are the naked carpenters,
We make love into life.
We ready the belly's chord
To marry the knife.
No wood, no plastic-
Just bones and skin!
These little critters with their eyes all aglow-
Oh my!
Their little stubs masquerading as toes-
Oh my!
Breathe into sunlight,
Shine and breathe back!
You call it spirit,
But what good is a name
For the will to grow,
The will to stand?
Taken aback, I can't even stand it.
I long to feel that. Taken aback.
Taken aback, its father.
Stronger, perhaps. Taken aback.
Touching skin, the softest hairless,
warm and wet.
Wandering round, the strongest father
Wanted to be there.
Wandering round, getting carsick,
He wanted to be there.
Watering round, fretting, awestruck,
Planted to mother.
Waiting around, forgiving bad luck,
Handed to mother.
Handed to mother, waiting mother,
Wandering father.
The will to grow, will to stand-
Good is a name,
Good is a name, breath into sunlight,
Call it spirit.
Eyes aglow, eyes aglow. - Track Name: Shaker
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I was in a lonely world
when you took me underneath your skin, and said-
'Baby girl, you're gonna be a shaker,
Gonna make somebody proud!'
I was never so sure of that,
But I took my hands off the steering wheel,
And let you take control,
To drive us away in the dust.
Doing donuts in the parking lot,
Screamed my head off that afternoon.
I was just some fool that said,
'Baby, I can't stop loving you!'
You were the light in the tunnel
I spent all those years searching for.
I could get so close,
Before you dragged me back into the dark.
But it hurts, what my body incurs.
What my body incurs... what my body incurs.
Yeah it hurts, what occurs.
What my body incurs.
What occurs everyday now.
I guess I was a fool,
I was crazy enough to believe you when you said,
That you love me,
When you slap me across my face.
I would have given you everything,
Given you everything,
Just to keep those dreams I had
from fading back into the dark.
Are you enough of a man now? - Track Name: Setting
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How soon will the setting sun
focus my face towards the distant dawn
How late will I stand and wait
to cleanse my skin with the oily rays
When will I move my rusted bones?
how blue must the sky's hue show
for it to convince me that it's akin to your glow
how tall must my good friend, the spruce, grow
for its tallest branch to lift me, like your finger to my jaw
fingering slow my creaking bones
a burrowed gut below my throat
still nothing to crease my wrinkled lungs
how blue must the sky's hue show
for it to convince me that it's akin to your glow
how tall must my good friend, the spruce, grow
for its tallest branch to lift me, like your finger to my jaw
and it won't be any tragedy that makes me fall
it will be the bad reception on the radio
that brings this feeling out of me
and turns my bones to stone
And I'll take a long time
to get where I belong - Track Name: Gods
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Oh, the trees, a web, the patterns on a rock
could be explored for a lifetime.
Oh the tree, and its branches. Branches!
Oh, the wonder I felt as a child looking on,
I will carry that wonder here in my palm.
Oh, the breeze that lifts the leaves seems a God,
impossibly tall, taller than my father.
Oh, the tree, and its branches. Branches!
Oh, the wonder I felt as a child looking on,
I will carry that wonder here in my palm. - Track Name: Gaze
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All pitter patter heart, and pitter patter fingertips,
fingertips, fingertips, fingertips again.
I stumble to explain the reason for the pattering,
Caught between your subtle lip and the shadow of your gaze.
All pitter patter heart, but pattering on memory,
On memory, on memory, on memory again.
The shadow of your gaze seems a lovely phrase,
But it never could contain the captivation of the source.
Still pitter patter goes my heart.
Pitter patter goes my little heart. - Track Name: Past
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Have I grown cold from the labors of the past
that could bear no fruit?
Or am I burning? Do I have fire inside?
Is this the fuel that brings me to do
All the careless destructive things that I have done?
Shadows; shadows, they follow me round every bend.
Shadows can't see the mocking face I make at them,
But still their soft dark bodies convinces my mouth to reply.
Reply! Reply.
I reply.
Shadows of the past,
Dancing on my back.
Shadows won't leave.
They sleep and mate inside of me.
Shadows of the past,
Timidly I ask-
What could I feed you,
That you might give me peace at last? - Track Name: Home
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On the street on which my home
crouches, perched, happily gesturing to traffic
Oh, my breathing slows there.
Right...
Right away, at the end of the road,
When I round the bend, leaving that friend,
The debris of home scatter throughout my mind.
They appear like curious chestnuts in fall,
And the shadow of the trees that keep this road so remote also
Harbor the debris, harbor the debris,
Clutching them in their thick, spiny leaves.
And when their claws retract,
Freeing the debris-
It takes one day to fall and a week to decompose
One day to fall and a week to decompose
One day to fall, or it may progress to
Roll on the street and be crushed to expose
the oily fruit within. - Track Name: When
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Little eyebrow message, flirting.
I study every word!
Today, I choose to infer
That what I call 'your heart' is thinking of me...
Love!
Let me kiss you!
When?
Not soon enough...
Not close enough...
Not warm enough...
Not long enough...
My Love!
(Has he chosen to believe it?
Has he chosen to believe it?
Has he chosen to believe it?)
Even just a flirt can lift my spirit,
fill me with such hope!
Hope, hope, hope...
Even as the flirt is falling short,
I feel a beautiful space inside,
Where once rusty chains had been stored.
Her face is the one that breaks each link suddenly!
Bowing to her, I deliver comically
the statements I revealed previously,
That love had dissolved my soul's penitentiary.
Well I hope that I don't believe it,
I hope that I just take the flirt,
satisfied with what it is worth!
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it now? - Track Name: Lost
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Have you taken to the wheel?
Rubber mat fused to your heel?
Looking for a home to feel?
How wanderlust must you be, must you act,
To keep a pace that can distract?
Keep your head from turning back?
Are you lost? - Track Name: Pull
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It happened in the seat that I accidently had taken from a friend,
The lovers ' wanted seat.
it carries with it the smell of tender moments.
I breathe in this basket of desirous moments.
Wandering, my mind grazes the edge of a favorite past
a particular smile that erupted when I said,
I've grown more and more in love with you,
And her smile suggested her feelings were the same.
The same!
rejoicing in full, until I wander in the basket of my memories,
and there I come across a labour spent in vain, spent in vain!
I approach the present to remove the pull,
that has depressed my face into the chalkboard,
in which I have been staring off.
Coming between me and the class.
Coming between me and the task.
Coming between me and the class. - Track Name: Ride
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I sat with you under the stars at night
That shy away from the jealous breeze.
I watched you with the little stars at night
That sink below the anxious hairs along the ridge..
Almost. Almost. Almost.
Almost.
Oh, my distinguished and almost existing guest,
The tactile remembrance that surround my fingers at best
will ride my heart to meet the numbing pain of such a lonely rest.
my neck won't turn its dusty head
my foot won't lift to the gentler curb
My eyes will rest their tired sparks
My shadow will hope not to disturb
the rust the rock the root and the rut. - Track Name: Full
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Lovers carry their bloody cargo within them,
And never set their packs on the ground.
It's so full, it pulls at their shoulders,
Yet this cargo, they happily hold.
Pain is a blissful melody falling,
A reminder of days that were easy and fast.
A confirmation of passion left starving.
It will never sleep its cold rest.
my good friend, that I've known as sorrow,
He tugs on the dead and rotting limbs.
Have you seen him as he's shaking the crackling leaves
so that green leaves can grow once again?
I see them fall.
They're left. Alone.
They rot. They die.
They rot. They die.
If there were a body to that which I hold onto,
I would make love to it incessantly.
But addicted to the pleasure in feeling such pain,
I would strain to find a joyful feeling again.
Sorrow is shaking the tree limb,
There's happier times to come.
He's furiously sweeping my floor,
We're throwing a party.
He cleans the windows and shakes out the rugs
And I dance there, in the dust... the dusty air. - Track Name: Loss
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The love that you invested,
Your lover can't return it.
They seem to have absorbed it.
They've left you empty handed.
Well what was this thing that you gave them?
Does it smell, does it burn, was it a burden?
Did you use it yourself before it past hands?
What really was this so-called 'love'?
Perhaps what you invested
was your sense of purpose.
You thought someone else could complete you.
You thought you weren't whole on your own.
but whole is the home that rests inside you,
And now is the moment you've been waiting for.
And now, too, the moment you've been waiting for!
Now, always serves to be your shelter.
Lover boy, what are you holding out for?
Do you know that you're addicted to loss?
It feeds the pain that lets your ego grow,
But this beast, a leach on your heavy heart,
Will speed its decay, drinking the blood lost.
Gray haired investor down in the stock exchange-
I think lovers know what it feels to be so lost.
If you knew no romance, well now you know the loss, Just that you can quantify the cost.
Perhaps what you invested
Was your sense of purpose.
you thought all that money could complete you.
you thought you weren't whole on your own. - Track Name: Love
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Everyone has the right,
To love another person and be loved!
Everyone has the task,
To love another person and be loved! - Track Name: Guns
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Lover boy on the battleground,
lift your fleshy gun,
and cross your hairs with lover girl.
laying down on the stadium,
Out behind the school.
I hope the night gives them some rest.
Is it stranger to pretend
I don't see? Walk on by?
If I cough, will the boy grow wild and chase me?
The question has passed as I enter the safety of the path.
(Thank you boy, thank you girl.
It's alright. It's all good.)
(Heavy breathing, heavy breathing...)
I had different plans but the lovers diverted my path,
So I lay witness to a thousand wild flowers,
Maybe making love, but to me it's scientific and cold,
Do I can watch, and even study in detail,
And count, in the moonlight, the pedals on a single head,
Though I don't find the number important.
It's the warm, anxious breathing from the humans I can hear from afar
That I pretend I can't hear anymore. But I will
Take the long route home,
and take stock in the beauty around me.