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joel martin from toledo – cascades كلمات اغاني

the sun escapes the cascades and cascades down your face
and it’s clear there’s something wrong
arrived by train yesterday, whole life in a suitcase
and you feel you just don’t belong
does anyone belong for long?

said, “see this snowfall’s slow dissolving into nothing at all
as it dries up in my hand?
each moment we don’t spend thinking about being in the moment
is already long since past
and if you try there’s just no way to be where you’re at”

it’s a lost cause to watch the clock, ’cause to be found i must be lost
if i’m to know where i am
and where we’re at is where the moment’s just p-ssed

the question’s surely open ended
somewhere inside we hang suspended
between suns rising and descending
missed the moment, caught a memory
revolving door of destinations
delusion believes in stasis
moon dances in constant stages
i shouldn’t define what always changes

mountain tourist trap, they walk past, music playing in back
polymer shamans
the nonchalance might come off like new age sycophants
but i don’t have the funds…
to ease your conscience, like these mystic capitalists
are you present? are you remembering this?

with forest mime-men, played nine-pins, decades gone in an instant
an amnesiac trance
on the lake docks, stay all night, talk, till we’ve all but forgot
to remember the slim chance
that time takes some time off
don’t be mad, don’t be mad, and don’t stop

the times are surely far from honest
bootstraps ego, but stay modest
form your rhymes into a sonnet
free yourself and chant our mantras
like billionaire philanthropists
we thank cancer for k!lling one less kid
and we thank clocks for each minute
i found a path, but i’m losing it again
again, again, again, again

i’ve a bleeding hole in my dry soul, a leeward rain shadow
hood covering my eyes
daily condition, a sickness, it’s iatrogenic
we’re the slow m-ss suicide, self-prescribed
sacrificial rites

seconds blur on, flip book drawn, a phi phenomenon
always time in between
you mentioned you felt fenced in, dying rhododendron
domesticated tree, but i want to set you free
grow on the mountainside with me
images of persian rugs, phantasmagoria
from all those carpet daydreams
does anything still dream? do you know what i mean?
i’m not sure i do

i’ve been climbing high mountains trying to get home
(swimming in the jenever
the strangest dream to me occurred
that we lost track of where we were
and woke to find the forest burned)
i’ve been climbing high mountains trying to get home
(the sun escapes the cascades, how’d it get so d-mn late?
or, rather, early; where were we? it’s much the same)

climbing high mountains…

- joel martin from toledo

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