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REACH IN THIS DREAM: Lots of Debts to Poets

by Tom Ross

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OUR MIND 04:47
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When you were rude to the rich they called the magicians three you awoke in the dark and knew they'd turned you into a tree Came to like the little bird feet and every season change but couldn't get used to the loved ones you'd never see again He cut from you that billow breast the fin, the coral nipple the golden hair and the sea-blue eyes and apple is the skin
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Dizzy taught me a bass line to fathom the design how to float on the line and in our boat we sang while the moon darkened the design
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I'M THE SONG 04:34
Like a horse along the road free from the rein and bridle I'm the song slipped from the case when your guitar was idle Chorus: If you can sing yes to all that sadness I will enter you and stay all the life of my years and my days Like a fish that swims upstream from a sea of trouble I'm the song from the time of man when your guitar was able (Chorus) Like a bird that's free at last from the psychobabble I'm the song shot up in the sky and your guitar is liable (Chorus)
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Every guitar in the world, I hear, is just like this
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Blossom of a purple plum said within a dream you know how elegant we are so float us in the wine . . . The dripping so that you grew wet drag the mountain down as you waited there for me is what I wish I'd been . . . Living here is nothing else like the wake beyond vanishing behind a boat that rowed away at dawn
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To catch the potato thief I slept, but I kept one eye open I caught her, but I came to grief and she said, Please don't let this happen Her buddies ran, brilliant fled up the sky went winding I held her hand, got the nipple red although her breast was blinding We shouted high and I burnt my lips a fiery joy was groaning we scraped the sky when we ground our hips and got a star-child from our grinding I forgot the potatoes but don't make me live on earth I'll give 'em back, sweetie for our son who died at birth Lumina a son is dead for light years now you're seeing red My lover she did mother me but for her buddy stars kept pining when I covered her, I must have smothered her and kept her light from shining When she so tame and darker grew up the sky went scorching my condor came, and we after flew for centuries the searching But then we dove into that lake of time and swam out new as yearlings my condor knew the sparkle sign and there we found my darling But I forgot those potatoes you're more than they're ever worth I can get my own potatoes 'cause I know the road to Earth Lumina you had to choose for light-years now you got those blues One day she left for good and I fell to Earth and all the way I cried in came no food, out came no word so star-struck that I died They might have told us from the start it's against some cosmic mandate 'cause he grows old, and she gets dark: the heavens will not stand it Now to find the way she travels far she tries, but she always fails and you can say she's a shooting star you can see her crazy trail To get those potatoes a never-ending search can't get 'em, baby 'cause they rubbed out the road to Earth Lumina warm us a while for light years and dark miles
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O string of sorrow sing for nobody yesterday and tomorrow anybody's song What others may play you sound on your own now grieving, now gay invisible one Root of a part that nobody planned fingered by heart and an unseen hand O string of sorrow. . . Gut chord spanning beginning and end pass understanding enemy, friend The joys that bear you no one can explain and the tears that hear you no one can restrain O string of sorrow sing for nobody yesterday and tomorrow anybody's song
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Reach in this dream 'cause I want to count your fingers First the open heart the faithful drummer Reach in this dream . . . Two liquid eyes deeper than summer Reach in this dream . . . Three winged wishes so all of us can ride Reach in this dream . . . Four climbing limbs the soul is their guide Five wooden senses the sixth one like water You've reached in this dream now please take my hand
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TURNING TEN 05:28
I feel late as the afternoon shade solemnly damps the treehouse I made in the garage my bicycle now leans drained of its spark, and all the dark blue speed
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That's all I can sing you go on in your own time gotta leave your song with you just like it was yours all the time . . . You're never over as long as there's an early morn you won't go under as long as there's a rising moon and the quiet when you're done is just as good as your tune

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When you download you'll have choices such as mp3 or .aiff. The latter is higher quality and a larger file. Recommended! but mp3 is OK.

This was recorded at Charlie Keagle's studio on Newburgh Street in San Francisco; and at Babyshoelessland in Schenectady, NY. Mastering at M-Works, Cambridge, MA.

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released April 28, 2015

Tom Ross and jody Cormack, guitar and vocals; Josh Zucker, bass; Dave Black, drums. On "From the Root"" Charlie Keagle, alto sax. On "Dolphin of the Night" and "Float Us in the Wine", Emeralda Ross, vocals. Deedee Huntington, vocals, on "The Potato Thief" and "String of Sorrow."

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As E Dickinson says:

Nature is what we know
but have no art to say
so impotent our wisdom is
to her simplicity

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