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Turns to Past
00:46
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When all your future turns to past, turns to past
I’ll be there, your falls to catch, falls to catch
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2. |
Let It Show
03:32
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The glass began to crack
The frost just made it grow
The space between her words
Is how she spoke
Her eye line down the sights
Drawing back her bow
Her arrow armed and true
She let it go
Picture frames on plaster walls
An ugly carpet floor
Nearness in a little room
Well, us our only home
Yeah, us our only hope
We’ll fix it in the spring
We’ll find the seam to sew
And nevermind the scars
Baby, let it show
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3. |
Minute or Two
02:58
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Headed north back to my home
We finally reach the snow
I got fussy as we drove
Past the pines in ordered rows
You spot the sun shine through
Not far ahead I say to you
A few, just a minute or two
I don’t know these county roads
Like I once did know
It might take a little while
To cover just a couple more miles
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4. |
Weathervane
02:56
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Born aligned but fell estranged
For every season dies for change
As the winds change their direction
The ice breaks from the shore
May the weathervane
Deliver me back north
In youth, I hurried from my home
An Homeric Hero’s life I longed to know
I’d cross the whole world over
I’d battle with the beast
And I’d champion
A higher meaning’s peace
But as you grow you come to know
That you’re already dead and gone
So you’d better make the most
So as the ashes fall to dust
Then the sacred too will bed in rust
So let’s forget about the Holy
Cast it from your mind
And just focus on the moment
Not the time
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5. |
Eleven Days
04:28
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The sun crept through the blinds
To paint stripes up to your knees
I could not discern
My reality from dream
I was leaving in an hour
And I’d still yet to pack
And when I finally came to go
My world began to crack
I’d spent the last long winter
Lonesome down the line
Living only as a ghost
In a home I’d left behind
Now I was boot back to gravel
And Lord, for you I burned
I was afraid the life I’d made
Would be gone before I returned
I was stranded in the middle
Somewhere I had stalled
When some sneaking strong-gripped sorrow
Enveloped me in all
Kinds of piercing aloneness
A distance I had found
That I was still 800 miles
Away from my home
When I tried to call you
My fingers wouldn’t dial
I just stared down at my phone
Thinking all the while
That your voice would make me miss
Your body even more
And I still had eleven days
Until I’d be coming home
When the dark comes to call
And your time begins to crawl
And you’re miles from your home
But you can’t go home, no you can’t go home
It was deep in the nighttime
Further than I’d gone
Somewhere in that midnight air
When your mind begins to roam
The moon hung heavy
Left all alone
Then I could feel some light come down
And you it did expose
You parted the shadows
You lay in my bed
Realizing all my hopes
And disposing of my dread
I looked at your legs
Striped to your knees
And I was home somewhere between
My reality and dream
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6. |
Keys
02:45
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Well, I got home after midnight
But the clock blinked twelve on the stove
The smoke still clung to the arms of my coat
On the hook’s where I hung up my keys
You lay awake on the sofa
With the light-glow soft on your face
You sat up, you were more than enough
Just always waiting on me
Well you told me, the beast is broke now
And I tend to believe when you turn the lights out
With all my worries now gone do I
Lay down and die
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Cousins
02:34
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Down the mountain I came tumbling
Young and thin and madly hunting something
Chasing shadows, crooning, crowing
Not really ever knowing where I was going
Looking back a sin and never braking
Running and ever-accelerating
Through the wild I ever wandered
Learning how to save and how to squander
A pious prayer a pauper’s psyche
I lay my head wherever suits my liking
But every Sunday I still call my Mother
And hear about the drama with the cousins
If it’s not this it’s the other
Hearts so young
Come undone
All the while a-run
The search is never done
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8. |
Find It Gone
04:32
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When you told me you were leaving
I can’t say I was surprised
For I could tell your heart was fleeting
By the darting of your eyes
You packed your bags but never took them
Heartbreak’s luggage on my floor
I’d call to ask when you’d come get them
But I can’t call you anymore
You can’t say I never loved you
You can’t say I never cared
Everyday I stood beside you
Until the day that you weren’t there
When we were young and I was foolish
In the dark, we found our fun
But in the light it came unspooling
Until we woke and found it gone
So we’ll let distance settle all
To raze these rotted halls
And we’ll let it fall
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9. |
Not This Life
04:51
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The dust calms, the smoke clears
It moves slow but draws near
Rolling shadow, the coming storm
The diving pressure and waves to warn
The dust calms, the smoke clears
They burn bright, they fall dim
Their fates lie at the mercy of the wind
To be human is not to know
Laced with fear and a need to grow
They burn bright, they fall dim
Born to fail but well-intentioned
Banners wave in a godless flight
But it could never be that simple
No, not this life
The time stops, the pain’s slow
Death moves but keeps low
The fear of losing is too much to bear
To tread in darkness is a lone affair
The time stops, the pain’s slow
Born to fail but well-intentioned
Feathers warn of a fearless might
But it could never be that simple
No, not this life
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10. |
Teeth
05:48
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You start to make the bed
I could have helped but watched instead
As you march across the carpet
Your toes buried in the shag
You giggled at the memory
Of my Mother’s story told
Of when I knocked out my front teeth
I was either two or three years old
She said, my brothers came in crying
They said, the baby’s nearly killed
And when she came out to see it
Her adrenaline did fill
Her body with a notion
To save her little boy
All bloodied on the concrete
But still gripping the little toy
They threw me in the backseat
Rushed by my Mom and Dad
To the little, local clinic
Where I was laid out upon the bed
And the nurses’ hands worked quickly
To mend my little head
It’s a pain I can’t remember
It’s a pain I’ve laid to rest
With younger years behind me
Still, that story I can’t tell
For I muddy up the details
And the stakes I tend to swell
But my Mother can remember
Every scar upon my head
And the same for my two brothers
And my sister can be said
So, as you’re patting out the pillows
As you smoothen them to silk
I sit across the bedroom
Perched in the windowsill
Since seventeen and restless
I’ve been running from the farms
Never meaning any meanness
Never meaning any harm
In this tiny town, we’ve nested
We carried cargo and repaired
But we made it up the mountain
Despite death, despite despair
Now I call proudly call you family
When you proudly call to me
As we reinvent the stories
We reinvent the lives to be
When all your future turns to past, turns to past
I’ll be there, your falls to catch, falls to catch
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Connor Dodson Hamtramck, Michigan
Connor Dodson writes songs from Hamtramck, MI. Songs about traveling late at night in the back of a van, west of the Mississippi. Songs about everything left behind. Saloon songs and songs for imaginary lovers. Songs about Home.
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