orienteering
* lyrics
Copyright
(c) 2008, Ben Wilson (SOCAN/BMI)
well the best intentions
and the greatest of plans
can be the strangest investments
when you can’t turn back
to the green pins marking where you’ve been.
it’s sort-of
orienteering.
but that may not have been
a good comparison.
well the best intentions
got me lost in the forest, stumbling
into a quiet little village at 1am.
now I’m drinking at the Good Intent
and thinking somehow reaching the end could’ve been
some enabling movement…
but that may not
have been
a good comparison.
semi-itinerant, un-set up
and made a mess of it all.
chalk it up to lack
of strength
or inexperience,
with my ropes and figure eight all messed up
to me it’s nothing at all.
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every
city * lyrics
Copyright
(c) 2008, Ben Wilson (SOCAN/BMI)
(note: verse 1 contains an excerpt from Gary Snyder's
poem Walking the New York Bedrock -- used with permission)
perched up on a tower
in the heart of the city,
i can feel
the body breathing,
the birds angling,
the buildings swinging,
in the sun-dial
arc of evening.
and every vein’s got to account for something in
this building’s heartbeat, pumping
love to the levels above.
well you know the
more I look,
the more I see
the birds come singing back to me.
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