1. |
Have a Nice Trip
00:14
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2. |
Confusion (Forever)
03:31
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3. |
Sleep
02:50
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Sleep slipped like a stripper onto his lap
then pressed herself against his body
holding him in place,
(she was surprisingly strong)
and slowly,
so very slowly
pressed a pillow over his face,
humming softly and purring
as it got darker and darker
Sleep loved that Ben Webster album
Atmosphere for Lovers and Thieves
when the record ended
she danced like moonlight on water
to the crackles and pops of the vinyl
she danced to his low, shallow breaths
she curled up next to him
and listened to him snore
and waited for morning.
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5. |
Try Not to Dream
04:27
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6. |
Wilhelm Wilson
02:35
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7. |
JLTUC
00:42
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8. |
The Window
03:30
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9. |
Duplicated
05:49
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10. |
Soul Symphony
05:34
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11. |
Your Perfume
02:08
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I might have thought
that it was just a
Particularly
Vivid
Dream
if my clothes
and my hands
hadn’t still smelled
like your perfume
when I woke up,
lips just a bit bruised,
and body aching a little from
the aftereffects of the alcohol and
all of that
not getting much in the way of
sleep
stuff
But who knows?
Maybe
it was a dream that
we both had,
only to be alluded to
obliquely
in the less forgiving light
of sober day.
Still…
(if I may be candid)
I really,
really,
really
liked that dream.
Copyright 2014 Michael Absher
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12. |
The Organism
03:30
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13. |
Things Change
04:59
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15. |
Too Terribly Hard
02:24
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16. |
Give Me Your Phone
02:53
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17. |
Walking In the Sky
02:53
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18. |
I Stand By the Window
03:53
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19. |
Do You Remember
08:06
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20. |
Sing To My Bones
01:32
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It started with a hum
this dream maybe not a dream
a hum that sang to my bones
and i was awake (I think)
stepping with deliberate child steps
down the suddenly silent stairs into cool blue light
and then nothing
until morning found me
pajama-ed as usual
safe and well rested in my attic room
remembering the angel at the foot of my bed,
barely old enough to
build such a thought with
the words I had learned
Poem is Copyright 2013, Michael S Absher
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21. |
Mirage
04:41
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I spilt my water
on thirsty sand
so many lonely footsteps ago
and you recede from my feverish view
rippling like a silken sail in the heat
a mirage that I swore that I touched
once, twice, again, again
but your image galloped away
while my eyes were closed
leaving nothing but the
dream
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Albadore Flint, Michigan
Stepping from the ashes of his first band, SSG, Michael A has led various lineups of Albadore since 2000, setting up strange frameworks for his collaborators to play around on. Sometimes it's just him. It's frequently dark, but not always. Kind of like life. ... more
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