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landscape #1
06:06
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and now even the landscape wears a mask
hard to see what's underneath
have to look for tears and shreds
see if you can somehow move through
move down move into the real thing
that is the task, moving through the way you do
you reach not for the stars
you reach beneath your feet
you begin with soil and you understand
that the mineral life there is vital
and you move your hands through it
you walk upon it knowing that to be gracious
to be grateful and to be great
you must bring yourself to the soil
you must lay face down
you must worship entropy
you must forget all of the things that you were told
you must not rush forward
you must not look back
but you must immerse yourself in the very ground
on which you stand
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2. |
postcard from a stranger
04:21
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seems like i'm always
watching myself
walking away moving
away going away
land and cities and people
fading in that distance
blurred obscured vague
like a rained-on postcard
from a stranger
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3. |
i gave her my name
03:57
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well i gave her my name in a chamber
we went running in the shadow of danger
we were nothing, we were strangers
there were forests, there were mountains
and beaches, there were unfathomable reaches
there were deserts and all sorts of convoluted
structures to negotiate
we were alone we were lost we were found
we were together we were lost we were found
on our own we were standing our ground
on our own we were lost we were found
all i know is that when we run together
we can outdistance every danger, every weather
we can be free
running through backstreets and freight yards
and graveyards and small towns and big towns
and highways and ghettos and metal skyscrapers
reaching we were reaching we were lost
we were found we can be free
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4. |
hard journey home
04:52
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5. |
nothing at all
04:07
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cryptic writings in the sky
don't bother me at all
'cause cryptic writings in the sky
they don't tell of the fall
they tell nothing at all
creatures crawling on the ground
they don't make a sound
they don't bother no one
and they say nothing
nothing at all
everywhere that I go
the people I see
the fear in their eyes
when they're looking at me
they're looking at nothing at all
the rocks and the trees
the rain and the breeze
they do what they please
they do nothing at all
nothing at all
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7. |
montana time lapse
08:19
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so we're well into the 21st century
and all those open roads you used to love to drive
things are getting stranger
now you are the stranger, always, always
what is that weather moving in from the side
what is that substance rising
do you see it, it's there, it's right over there
in montana
you could drift for glacial ages, you could move downslope
you could move across nondescript valleys
and never see the real time operating on your mind
in montana
well you know i've got a little cabin
it's hidden way back
and i can sit on a slope and watch my entire life drift by
i can see my life edging in and out of the timber
in montana
and it seems to me after my seventh, maybe eighth glass
of whatever i'm drinking
there never was any real logic and rationality
you just kinda move from one moment to the next
in montana
and that was alright, you know,
but things got confused
seems like time always lags
in montana
and we're well into the 21st century
but i look around and i don't see it
in montana
the afternoon clouds are rising
the cumulus the size of cities
the only cities here
in montana
well that's some kind of something
look at the way the animals are scrambling
in and out of the trees
and the rivers that wind through
listen to that breeze
we've got the speckled trout
we've got the grizzly bears
we've got the wolves kinda running through
although they've been chasing down all sorts of things
and now they're getting chased down themselves
there's always this lag, time kinda lags, it lags
in montana
i'm still climbing
and i'm subliming
i'm looking in every direction
i'm looking up in the sky
in montana
(for jim pink)
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8. |
broken crow
05:12
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there were other things i wanted to say
but i had no means of saying
the old words flew off
in the gap between primaries
on a broken crow over the medicine bow
far, far, slipping between worlds
there were other things i wanted to say
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10. |
red river valley
04:33
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John R. Campbell Corvallis, Oregon
John R. Campbell creates soundscapes via jazz, experimental, contemplative, spoken word, & alt roots textures. He's worked
with
Trio Bravo triobravo.bandcamp.com
Blind Lions blindlions.bandcamp.com
Woodman/ Kellam/ Campbell woodmankellamcampbell.bandcamp.com
Avant Garage
avantgarage.bandcamp.com
& others. His blues persona, Green Man Blues, can be found at greenmanblues.bandcamp.com
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