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Alan at Emma's Cradle
05:48
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0101OA00
There’s almost no one left here who remembers
The quiet song you’d sing at my cradle.
The words near-lost to time,
The melodies, the rhymes.
It was the first frost on the garden.
It was your first chance as a father.
I was so small and so peculiar,
So recent from the Other Side.
I’d squirm and weep and cry,
So recent from the Other Side.
I do remember the last line;
You’d sing “everything is going to be alright.”
You’d look me in the eyes, believing.
You were trying to be kind.
You were trying to be kind.
I do remember the last line;
You’d sing “everything is going to be alright.”
I was so recent from the Other Side.
You’d look me in the eyes, believing.
You were trying to be kind.
You were trying to be kind.
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Black Soot
04:11
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0201OA09
Black soot fell
On our walk home.
Something was wrong
At the plant outside of town.
And even though
We were probably too old,
We took each other’s hand and slowed,
Maybe not wanting to know.
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Alan after the Fire
05:47
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0305OA10
There’s oil in the water
Oil in the water
I’m sure I can taste it
Like cobwebs in every sip.
Oil in the water
Oil in the water
Ever since the accident
I thought I’d never see my wife again
Oil in the water
Oil in the water
Yeah I guess it’s something
All the pretty widows buying shots for me
Oil in the water
It goes down easy
I thought I’d never see my girls again
Oil in the water
Oil in the water
Bright hot and orange throughout the factory
I hear the foremen calling “Run run run”
“Run run run”
There’s oil in the water
“Run run run”
Oil in the water
“Run run run”
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0401OA14
We dusted off the sidewalk chalk
And stretched our legs in the shade.
Your father’s expecting you’ll take over the shop
But you dream of going away
“Somewhere you can’t hear the cicadas,” you said.
“Somewhere the roads are paved.”
I almost offered to go with you
But then we heard shouting from the driveway.
The big burr oak swayed gently
In the evening breeze
I remember the fireflies filling the backyard
As you laid out your plans to leave.
Little Joey came running ‘round the corner
With tears in his small blue eyes
“A bee stung me on the belly,” he cried.
We consoled him as we walked inside.
We put butter on the beesting
And I asked you again about the store.
You turned around and turned the stove on
And said “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”
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Nichols Quarry
06:16
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0504OA17
I thought I heard a rustle in the woods.
We were swimming in the quarry beneath a lime half-moon.
I called out to the shore, “Julia is that you?”
But all I got in answer
Was August wind through poplar leaves
And crickets quiet murmuring
And something somewhere out there in the trees.
And then the sound of laughter near the creek;
Jen and Emma with a bottle stolen from their Mama’s place.
I waved and called out, “Over here! The water’s great.”
Maybe because the moon was bright
I thought I ought to look away
The sisters pulled their jean shorts off
And joined me in the lake.
Then Julia came riding on her bike,
She said, “Jon gave us cigs and licorice but he works late tonight.”
She took a pull of whiskey and dove in too
We swam beneath the starlight
And fireflies lit recklessly
We teased Jen about her boyfriend
I said, “There’s no guy at Odena High for me.”
I thought I heard a rustle in the woods.
And there behind the girls in the undergrowth
A green-eyed doe was stumbling through the brush
Before I could exclaim
A coyote howled mournfully
The injured doe limbed away
Before any of my friends could see it
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Mending Brooklyn, New York
The Wakerobin Archive is an ongoing experiment in speculative storytelling in song.
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Book 01, "We Gathered at Wakerobin Hollow" is a four hour, nine album drone folk exploration of sisterhood and climate change.
Book 02 commences in March 2020.
Mending is Kate Adams and Joshua Dumas
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