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That night when you laid down beside me,
when that silent roar finally slowed into song,
I looked around and I wondered;
when it's all been said, have I listened too long?
Candlelight eyes in the doorway
lingered alone and, at last, looked away.
Heaven is crawling with hunters,
massed by the side of the road leading on toward the day.
And I could have stayed there forever
waiting for word when no message arrived;
statues of somebody's mother
caught my reflection just right when the shadows had lied.
And new, I wait hollow in dream land,
sad for this song but glad for the moon
and I look around and I wonder;
when it's all been said, have I spoken too soon?
I looked around and I wondered.
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Rhyme Of Now
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Soon Before The Dawn
02:37
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Grandma Firefly,
do lead me on
see why stars die
soon before the dawn.
Rapists ruled the road to Rome
til lightning struck them down
homilies and hymns from home
sounded through the town
Sound and sight blasted through the fog
through breezes and beyond
So closed the book of Almighty Dog
soon before the dawn.
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Hard to say just where today the Watcher hides,
leaves without a trail or trace
or understand the hanging hand behind the pull you
feel
on
the way you color certain space.
Have you seen the streets, serene before the morning
drops
down
shards of glass and strands of light?
Take the time to read the sign that's written on the
west
wall;
still does hollow sing the night?
"Stars sigh
for the hope that's hiding,
cloaked in grey noon;
so why
does the light, inviting,
leave so soon?",
sang the Monkey to the Moon.
Firm or frail, the seraph sails through faery tales,
never a care for where or how.
Reason rides the narrow tides on shallow sides of
dark
dreams,
wondering where she wanders now
And I look upon these strands of dawn that fall down on my
wood
floor
and beg the shadow not to stay.
Bright to blue, the evening's hue comes into view and
drops
down;
soon the answers dance away.
"Stars sigh
for the hope that's hiding,
cloaked in grey noon;
so why does the light, inviting,
leave so soon?"
Sang the monkey to the Moon.
Sang the Monkey to the Moon.
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Sometimes when the lights are low,
leaving only hearsay to mourn,
that's all it takes to lead me away;
all it takes to see me reborn.
Sometimes when old love letters lie,
shattered are the symptoms of growth;
that's all it takes to lead me to die
and bring the darkness down to us both.
Sometimes, when the shadows chill,
and make you out to be someone new;
then I can't beleive I'm writing this song
and I remember, it's not going out to you.
I remember it's not going out to you.
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Clockworks and harmonies hide
in the sidewalks and voices outside
we hear
the currents flow with short hellos.
The lights on her face start to fall
when you mention the matter at all
we hear
are hollow highs and long goodbyes.
And who's stirring now,
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?
Her song sails you far from the shore
calling you to ever more
and more
the wires hum with what's to come.
Half-tunes, mosaic, resound;
calling you to where the ground
is moving
in secret sights you find the light.
And who's stirring now
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?
And who's stirring now
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?
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Is it not peculiar;
the laughing lilacs make my blue;
how no-name, random angels
fall so far apart and few?
Is it not a sad song
when the space band starts to play?
Wanna crack the whip of a new dawn
through the shadowy sighs
to where you shine through the pain
and if you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?
Of you and those who love you,
who has learned to fall, who learns to freeze upon sight?
How hopesick sailors cry for
the way that lost dogs stare at the light.
And is mine not the same face;
have I fallen and frozen, an elaborate stain?
Just wanna make it out of the bad place
Through the shadowy sighs to where you shine through the pain
and if you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?
If you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?
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Bone glow,
soul sight,
do lead me on.
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In the hours before dawn
though the dark marches on
still the globe turns too slow
In the depths of her smile
there, the ghosts call the child
and he can't let them go.
In the hours before dawn
the lies that lingered are gone
but the stories are true
and the dancing dead flowers
mask the scent of the hours I wasted
waiting for you.
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Is there no one to hear my small story
about the green mile that led me to gray,
about the breakdowns and the blue light, abounding,
and the memories that won't go away
and the memories that won't go away?
Who sang a song, sweeter than fiction
as the sirens lay, blinded, aside?
Where faceless in grace stood the poor man,
awakened was the rage within the child
awakened was the rage in the child.
And the voices again make their case in the rain;
on the sidewalks, their secrets unfold
and the curtain falls free like all sad songs should be,
like the voice that won't let them grow cold
like the voice that won't let them grow cold.
That night in your car in late winter;
the last time I prayed understand;
the window you touched frosted over,
little ice rainbows fell from your hand
little ice rainbows fell from your hand.
You said "Wicked is the worrisome warrior",
and in patchwork abandon, you smiled...
In the vaguest of our plastic passions
the angel does rage in the child
the angel does rage in the child.
And the voices again make their case in the rain;
on the sidewalks, their secrets unfold
and the curtain falls free like all sad songs should be,
like the voice that won't let them grow cold
like the voice that won't let them grow cold.
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Boy dragon, home
is where the land ladies purr
and where ever you go,
always look out for Her.
Sometimes the sky
sends falling faces and snow;
Boy dragon, why
is not for dragons to know.
Boy dragon, run
but not away from the sky
and whoever you find,
make sure the light hits your eye.
Sometimes a smile
can drain the dark lids away;
Boy dragon, love,
live and beleive in the day.
Live and beleive in the day.
Boy dragon, time
it falls away with the morn
and if ever you die
make sure some things are reborn;
Sometimes the sky
can leave us nowhere to go.
Boy dragon, grow.
Boy dragon, grow,
Live and beleive in the day.
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Eddy Dyer Lowell, Massachusetts
The old saying about New England weather is, if you don't like it, stick around because it will change. This is true of
Lowell, Massachusetts songsmith Eddy Dyer's music. Currently in the offerings is "In And Up The Tree", from the upcoming album,"Heretic", featuring violinist Scarlet Rivera (Bob Dylan, "Hurricane").
Dyer is one half of Dyer Holiday, who released "Together And Broken" in 2021.
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