1. |
Pulsing Place
06:19
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All my life I’ve fallen in the stormy sea
Giving weight to waves that should not bother me
But there’s a way to ride along the tide today
In the light I’m taking in this pulsing place
Here we are all familiar in each other’s arms
Catching all the flies and bees that might have harmed
But all I want I flight and buzzing harmony
Grab the car and pull around the side
We’ll peel and steal away
All the time we’ve been afraid to take
We’ve traveled far, running from those we thought were narcs
And now we see that the enemy is not so stark
And yet we still want flight and buzzing harmony
Park the car where everyone can see
We’ll kneel and idly feel
All the time we’ve been afraid to take
Here we all sit
Open ears in this pulsing
This pulsing place
In this pulsing
This pulsing place
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2. |
Chance's Wake
04:56
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I know that you
Don’t want me here
And that we
Don’t know the way to steer
It seems we’ve got
To get there right away
No time to play
In chance’s wake
Give me all the sorrow, that is in this town
I’ve got room enough for now, for all the shades of gown
All the eyes on Bleecker, never looked so weak
New York breathe us to the street
And show us how to see
I know that you
Want me here
And that we
Know the way to steer
We don’t got
To get there right away
Just to play
In chance’s wake
Give me all the sorrow, that is in this town
I’ve got room enough for now, for all the shades of gown
All the eyes on Bleecker, never looked so weak
New York breathe us to the street
And show us how to see
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3. |
Seeing is a Gas
03:40
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Give, me all of the fire
Why, does it seem so dire?
You enter, enter into speaking
And we, we are all day drinking
Spin, ‘til seeing is a gas
And sling, the playbook from the mast
In my embrace, you look for him
Night, falls onto my thinking
Light, it washes and I’m linking,
your entry, to a thing that’s hollow
So I, I no longer follow
Spin, ‘til seeing is a gas
And sling, the playbook from the mast
In my embrace, you look for him
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4. |
Earthseed
05:25
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She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows
our sowing
our fighting
our changing
She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows
our loving
our killing
our changing
She knows that our time here is nearly done
And that we will go to the stars
Or be tumbling weeds
And that we will go to the stars
Or be tumbling weeds
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5. |
Henry
05:32
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Henry you, you didn’t say a word to me
Maybe you didn’t even want to give me that light
There’s not one, not a single soul still living,
from when you were young.
It’s just the good Lord, you and your bike
You and your bike on Claiborne Avenue
Five dollars please, for a shower at the shelter
You and your bike on Claiborne Avenue
You learned my name, said thanks and walked away
Henry our, our complexions lurk beneath our words
White devil’s deeds never cease, there’s no end in sight
Cause it’s a hate of man, it’s buried in the skin of my fathers
But I believe fellow feeling flowed between our chests
But what I think, it isn’t worth a dime at the shelter
Or on the street, there’s not a feeling that flows hard enough
None but righteous rage, valued as a truth, and not feared
How can forgiveness heal when the shooters don’t even see a crime?
Up from my chest, an open avenue
5 dollars please for a shower at the shelter
I kept the faith that we might be neighbors yet
But you Henry you, I won’t ever know
You and your bike on Claiborne Avenue
Five dollars please, for a shower at the shelter
You and your bike on Claiborne Avenue
You learned my name, said thanks and walked away
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6. |
Keeping Watch
03:27
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There’s no finding
Where you hiding
There’s no finding
Where you’re hiding
There’s no finding
Where you’re hiding
There’s no finding
Where you’re hiding
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7. |
Interstate Walk
03:55
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8. |
Making Forests
05:15
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All that we know seems to be broken
And yet, there is beauty beyond compare
God listens to those who shape them
We change, everything we touch in this world
Oh the work that we do to survive it is just
foundation for bringing a new way
Don’t look in places that you’re used to
Turn up, stones in forests of your own making
To find, that all your mossy thoughts they are made real
And it seems as though they’ve always been there
We all gather to stare, and marvel at what we made
Don’t think that there is no other way
Give all you’ve got to emplace
Your inner vision to ground
Don’t look in places that you’re used to
Turn up, stones in forests of your own making
To find, that all your mossy thoughts they are made real
And it seems as though they’ve always been there
We all gather to stare, and marvel at what we made
Don’t think that there is no other way
Give all you’ve got to emplace
Your inner vision to ground
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Trippers & Askers Durham, North Carolina
sleepycatrecords.bandcamp.com
Trippers & Askers is the recording and songwriting project of Jay Hammond, he has played with No Lands, Eamon Fogarty, and Psychic Temple
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