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Camouflage
02:42
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Camouflage
severed like the spring in autumn
cut off at the pummeled heart
had he finally reached the nadir
past connection blown apart
he was not how others saw him
we’re all stamped in what we love
there were lightning shots of empty
then the endless stretch above
he imagined good to follow
still perhaps some fool mirage
there was flame within the darkness
faith in midnight’s camouflage
inside something buoyant hidden
kept him bobbing on the sea
could there come a new mutation
gold ensnared beyond debris
he imagined good to follow
still perhaps some fool mirage
there was flame within the darkness
faith in midnight’s camouflage
soon the mournful fade of twilight
rain beat patterns down again
would his fateful fortune alter
could he tend the hearth til then
he imagined good to follow
still perhaps some fool mirage
there was flame within the darkness
faith in midnight’s camouflage
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2. |
Old Clothes
02:40
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Old Clothes
cruised through alamogordo
when it was just past noon
i was heading south again
and wouldn’t be back soon
i had smoked her number
rolled tight inside a joint
there were ways to suss it out
but what would be the point
yeah my heart was broken
that’s just the way it goes
been like this too many times
fits me like old clothes
i rolled down through texas
the border in my sights
some idea what lay ahead
a string of sleepless nights
yeah my heart was broken
that’s just the way it goes
been like this too many times
fits me like old clothes
hey there señorita
i can tell that you’re the one
let’s jump on that tilt-a-whirl
and drown ourselves in fun
yeah my heart was broken
that’s just the way it goes
been like this too many times
fits me like old clothes
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3. |
Script
03:16
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Script
who can span the middle
once battle lines get drawn
truth a vaporous intent
soon all the nuance gone
sunk beneath the squabble
relentless bottom line
all the rest seems almost taste
that waving virtue sign
we get managed from above
deluded droves of sheep
panicked through the threat of wolves
by script our every peep
we would rather easy
than wrestle with complex
thus each army of the night
false certainty protects
every base amusement
big gladiator screens
captive to the spectacle
now who cares what it means
chorus
all the crowd cried freedom
in lockstep as they screamed
you bent low to slip away
some inner pulse redeemed
we get managed from above
deluded droves of sheep
panicked through the threat of wolves
by script our every peep 2X
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4. |
Treading Water
03:05
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Treading Water
i’d been treading water
in the doldrums of the night
i had covered up my eyes
the laughing moon so bright
i’d been treading water
i see it looking back
but then it felt like wisdom
embracing years of lack
it had all seemed solid
until it fell apart
habit stretching out ahead
old cushions for my heart
i’d been treading water
the quiet nearly death
then the whirlpool grabbed my toes
no way to find a breath
it had all seemed solid
until it fell apart
habit stretching out ahead
old cushions for my heart
i’d been treading water
and then the arrow flew
surely i had wrapped things up
but suddenly i knew
it had all seemed solid
until it fell apart
habit stretching out ahead
old cushions for my heart
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5. |
Indirect
02:28
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Indirect
finally i got angry
no more confused and sad
such a stance of cowardice
her silence made me mad
all she gave was surface
banalities at best
i had hoped that this might change
she’d say what she suppressed
once i thought she hung the moon
but then i lost respect
she ignored my each attempt
aggression indirect
love requires courage
mere feeling not enough
it’s an interactive verb
when things have gotten rough
once i thought she hung the moon
but then i lost respect
she ignored my each attempt
aggression indirect
i’d lived in illusion
the roots had seemed so deep
what was her held story
what rancors did she keep
once i thought she hung the moon
but then i lost respect
she ignored my each attempt
aggression indirect
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6. |
Wand
03:18
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Wand
talking bout the big bang
our myth of everything
we seek explanation
those stories that they bring
children in the forest
how can we get back home
yearning for a hidden map
in theory or in poem
so hard to know nothing
that leads us to invent
breezes in the desert
flap up the patchwork tent
best embrace the mystery
there’s no point to refuse
then we whistle in the dark
with just our lives to lose
so hard to know nothing
that leads us to invent
breezes in the desert
flap up the patchwork tent
now we ride our senses
vague glimpses of beyond
huddled by a warming fire
we wave our little wand
so hard to know nothing
that leads us to invent
breezes in the desert
flap up the patchwork tent
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7. |
Always Right
03:13
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Always Right
i can’t look too closely
at what part could be mine
if you just agree with me
then all here will go fine
call me mister always right
the wound in me so deep
if i ever owned the pain
i’d melt into a heap
build the myth of glory
fortify the tale
if i can avoid the truth
i won’t have to fail
i work to control you
there can be no critique
i must dodge and dominate
disguising where i’m weak
sell the myth of glory
fortify the tale
if i can avoid the truth
i won’t have to fail
my life’s dedicated
to being never wrong
it’s so damn exhausting
to make you play along
guard the myth of glory
fortify the tale
if i can avoid the truth
i won’t have to fail
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8. |
Broom
02:53
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Broom
i will likely die here
this loft above the barn
clutching my harmonica
three jackets to keep warm
once such great intentions
and so much world to see
but i took the different tack
of mapping what’s in me
can’t believe a word you hear
which left me in a bind
no sure way to navigate
the impasse that you find
i just kept on working
the family fell away
maybe if i’d spent more time
they’d rally here today
can’t believe a word you hear
which left me in a bind
no sure way to navigate
the impasse that you find
work perhaps compulsion
a broom to clear the deck
dialing up a better world
pulled coughing from the wreck
can’t believe a word you hear
which left me in a bind
no sure way to navigate
the impasse that you find
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9. |
PIllar
02:34
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Pillar
down beneath the story
the pillar of the breath
stop the presses rolling
your survey of the mess
every day some silence
and nurture of the root
though you fly in fantasy
for now cease all pursuit
you won’t find the answer
there’s no one to be found
you surrender all the words
and sink into the ground
there’s a dance between them
the quiet and quick thought
for a moment you let go
of all solutions sought
you won’t find the answer
there’s no one to be found
you surrender all the words
and sink into the ground
peeling off the labels
your content you suspend
just a break in chatter
a chance for you to mend
you won’t find the answer
there’s no one to be found
you surrender all the words
and sink into the ground
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10. |
Perfect
02:57
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Perfect
man’s a useless passion
that’s what the french guy wrote
sucked toward an exit
somehow we stay afloat
there were wine and women
the solace of the blood
and needed revolution
more corpses in the mud
some create a purpose
or plumb one deep inside
knowing it means nothing
sweet pastime for the ride
now some more i scribble
and sing a sad refrain
sisyphus seen happy
going to roll that rock again
some create a purpose
or plumb one deep inside
knowing it means nothing
sweet pastime for the ride
you had tried to tell me
but who had space to hear
everything was perfect now
that pestilential year
some create a purpose
or plumb one deep inside
knowing it means nothing
sweet pastime for the ride
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11. |
Outlaw
03:01
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Outlaw
we came out of the night
and hid ourselves by day
we wore faded hoods and masks
just trying to get away
i can’t say who did it
whatever they might claim
but we knew there was no chance
we’d ever clear our names
we headed for the border
across that span of mist
i kept thinking of those lips
that in my dream i kissed
i had gotten pretty worn
those years spent on the run
but then what else could i do
for glory or for fun
we headed for the border
across that span of mist
i kept thinking of those lips
that in my dream i kissed
there will be no rocking chair
no grandkids on my knee
i’m a slave to just one thing
this chain of liberty
we headed for the border
across that span of mist
i kept thinking of those lips
that in my dream i kissed
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12. |
Vespers
03:39
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Vespers
in some prior lifetime
sweet pangs for what’s long past
so much choosing lay ahead
the river rushing fast
he was not yet wary
well maybe not so much
trying to find the hidden source
a current he could touch
they came by for vespers
he blessed as best he could
opening his heart up wide
some yearnings understood
betrayals hadn’t mounted
illusions fixed in place
fewer then had turned on him
ahead still more disgrace
they came by for vespers
he blessed as best he could
opening his heart up wide
some yearnings understood
stooped he tends the garden
soaks up the dimming light
him and all the waning beasts
prepare themselves for night
they came by for vespers
he blessed as best he could
opening his heart up wide
some yearnings understood
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Kito Peters Santa Fe, New Mexico
Kito Peters has released (like doves!) quite a few CDs, has garnered his share of esoteric radio airplay, and has won a baker's dozen of New Mexico Music Awards, including twice for Best CD of the Year and four times for Best Pop CD. He is a big fan of Harry Bosch, Al Kaline, and Laura Nyro. ... more
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