1. |
Truest Heart
03:29
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IN THE DEEPEST PART
OF MY TRUEST HEART
when new love knocks
at this beating box
i'll look to eyes fresh and fair
to see a kind future out there
but the past holds my favorite mate
and she holds the key to this gate
so she now rarely strolls near
it's much too secluded and blue here
with poor life-long halls
and low awkward walls
still she owns this place
that for her always waits
IN THE DEEPEST PART
OF MY TRUEST HEART
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2. |
The Fly
02:37
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little fly
the summers play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
am i not a fly like you
are you not a man like me
we dance and drink and sing
'til some blind hand
shall brush our wing
if thought is life
and strength and breath
and the want
of thought is death
then am i a happy fly
if i live or if i die
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3. |
Another Waiting
02:10
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a teacher
student strong
ageless voice
humble motion
of two minds torn
hurtin' song devotion
in the city
in the trees
cranky, unwary
unwanted on his knees
clipping her ear
without a sound
or a look, or a touch
from open ground
when all is good
when all is bad
an explorer charmed
bitter and sweet
is the leader with a
steady and soft heartbeat
but the loveliest lover
is amiss and incomplete
waiting on another who's
waiting on another while
love's timeless sway
grips her and he
they're stuck in bed
stone-cold and crawling
with another waiting
for months on end he's stalling
long winter to spring
to summertime falling
then back to the chills
fighting the longing
biting her lip again
for he she is calling
all night up with a dose
of sadness 'til day dawning
this highway seemed so daring(now)
this highway seems so daunting
blind faith examinations
with results
down the drain
we all say again
'ain't no use in feeling better
cause i'd rather feel this pain'
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4. |
Peach
02:43
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warm in wooden
high in high hills
blue in sorrow
red with wine
cool in the shadowy
low of valleys
yellow in sunshine
peach with jane
ON THE STREETS
ON A TREE-ROOT TRAIL
WILL YOU WEAR YOUR YEARS
UPRIGHT AS MOONLIGHT
WILL YOU TALK TRUE
WITH WELL-WORN WORDS
WILL YOU BE AS OUTSIDE
AS YOU ARE INSIDE
hot with embers
up with the day
white as starlight
black of shut eyes
cold of heartbreak
down with the night
green as youth
gray as rain
ON THE STREETS
ON A TREE-ROOT TRAIL
DID YOU WEAR YOUR YEARS
UPRIGHT AS MOONLIGHT
DID YOU TALK TRUE
WITH WELL-WORN WORDS
WERE YOU AS OUTSIDE
AS YOU WERE INSIDE
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5. |
Skip The Tide
04:14
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above the surface sealed tightly
dim eyes demand passively
in the darkness impatiently
caress the loveless sound of a voice so lovely
LIKE OCEAN WAVES TRY
AND SKIP THE TIDE
TO FAR ESCAPE THE SHORE
TIRELESSLY IT'S YOU
I WILL CHOOSE TO
DEFIANTLY ADORE
in rose-yard cabin country
untombed and tender sanity
streams out sorrow reluctantly
crack a cotton-mind simplicity
LIKE OCEAN WAVES...
the low hum of ghosts swell desperately
through earth and stone of memory
bury the flesh and bone of lonely
below the surface sealed tightly
LIKE OCEAN WAVES...
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6. |
Down The River
02:50
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out of all the heartbreak
and foot-dragging weariness
this frayed love has cost us
i still, i must confess,
that i float down the river
of loving you
flow forever in an instant
you're loving me, i'm loving you too
BUT IT'S ONLY IMAGINARY
THAT MY HEART IS NOT
THAT RIVER STONE
BROKEN AT THE BOTTOM
WATCHING YOU FLOAT AWAY
AWAY AGAIN YOU GO
out of all the waiting
and clearing out these rooms
knowing full-well you've outgrown me
knowing i have to make changes too
still i float down the river
of loving you
flow forever in an instant
i'm loving you, you're loving me too
BUT IT'S ONLY IMAGINARY
THAT YOUR HEART
IS NOT THAT RIVER STONE
BROKEN AT THE BOTTOM
WATCHING ME FLOAT AWAY
AWAY AGAIN I GO
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7. |
We Listen
03:19
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tired
of longing
for the feel and sounds
our hearts pound
waiting
in willing company
for the scent and colors
of our dream lovers
WE LISTEN
SO HARD TO
SILENCE
WITH EXPECTATION
slow down
these tears from our eyes
all heat and charms
have left these arms
no more detail
no more calm
we've left love
far and overdrawn
WE LISTEN
SO HARD TO
SILENCE
WITH EXPECTATION
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8. |
Pitches And Time
04:01
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orchestrate
tone-lines in bloom
cultivate
unvailing tune
peculiar curves
so many gestures
guiding sounds
play our confessors
IMPULSION
ALLOW THE CAUSE TO FIND
GENUINE DESIGN
GENUINE DESIGN
deep treasure
full of grace
wide measure
open face
honest anthems
so many voices
much more than
symptoms or choices
SUBMISSION
ALLOW THE EFFECT TO FIND
GENUINE DESIGN
PITCHES AND TIME
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9. |
Gooba The Moo
01:04
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Benn Ross Halifax, Nova Scotia
Nubular Borttastic.
Benn Ross recommends:
Heavy Meadows Compilation
by Heavy Meadows
This band/record will save your life!
go to album
collection in a cup
by 5th-business
The 1st Indie solo record by one of the East Coast's best side musicians.
go to album
Night Mechanics
by Heavy Meadows
Listen to this Halifax record!
go to albumIf you like Benn Ross, you may also like:
Trophic Asynchrony
by Adam Stafford
A fascinating electronic exploration of nature, boasting prismatic songs that radiate color and light.
go to album
Simple yet experimental bedroom folk plays has the dirgey, pensive feel of very early Sufjan Stevens records.
go to album
Tender indie rock from Boston artist Tiffy, with pillowy synths and heavenly vocals.
go to album
