Fake Buildings - Some Days I'm Full of Smoke
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I feel as if my life has been a series of reminders
A cluster of opaque balloons in a blue-green sky
The chairs of the world dig into my spine
And I know how much I've borrowed
This is someone's voice, but it isn't mine.
I want to celebrate the clumsiness of hands,
I want to celebrate the clumsiness of feet.
I try to measure out the weight of the demands
That I impose upon the people that I meet
Do I get that wrong?
Oh, man. I get that wrong often enough.
Some days I'm full of smoke
Some days I'm barely here at all.
Now that I've hung from the bones of the night
Now that my lungs are full of sky
I dream of Republican women
I dream that we've all been forgiven
I dream that every building in the mile end
Is bathed in waves of woven light
From here on out
I want to be a person whose uncertainty
Is with me like a fat, ecstatic, friend.
I want to cultivate my mind,
I want to listen to that silence
I want to be kinder than I am
But will I see that through?
credits
released April 5, 2017
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Caleb Glasser in Shed Paradise, Halifax N.S.
This song is part of an ongoing cycle of 365 songs, each of which commemorates a specific date in the calender cycle. This song commemorates the date June 12th.
