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Muddy Waters - Honey Bee (1970)

calamity - (noun): a disastrous event marked by great loss and lasting distress and suffering

a poem: no more than a cup of steamed whispers

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Lost Dog Street Band - Fall from grace

[ ardor - noun - an often restless or transitory warmth of a feeling // extreme vigor or energy // zeal // loyalty ]

some grasses break easier, bend, leaving the mark of the passerby. the dear leave us a way. two hundred and fifty feet at one time. mind the cactus, mind the small holes that have been created to house the critters, mind the flowering bush and the bees, too. the wind is my mother. the wind is my father. 

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Max Gomez - Tall Buildings

teem - to become filled to overflowing

a new place a familiar feeling

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Delia Derbyshire - pot au feu

A pull from both ends. A new set of parameters to work within. Different kinds of distances.

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Robert Glaspar - why we speak ft. Q-tip & Esperanza Spaulding

Sun setting, a restful joy. Well rested and ready joy. Good vision, clarity of joy. Recollections of joy.

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Kaja - Hanja Miis

Chatoyant : having a changeable luster or color with an undulating narrow band of white light

Blooming. Blossom. Begin again.

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Zola Jesus - Doma

Of The highest clouds.

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Son Lux - aquatic (instrumental)

Near death one of the last things they recalled hearing was a reminder to float on their back. To fill their lungs with the winds of panic and allow for them to carry one face up to a calmer place. Near death, if we are so lucky, we lie face up, absorbing into our lungs the stagnate air of rooms filled with the wet of mourning. Take notice.

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Miles - Lost/Found

my nails grow faster when i’m writing. Ive changed my eating habits, waking habits, walking habits, seeing habits, sitting habits, coffee stirring habits, breathing habits, listening habits, bathing habits, flossing habits, napkin folding habits, I’ve even changed the position of my steering wheel, the rhythm of the wiper blades, the presets on the radio buttons, the side of the street that I park the car on, the length of time I allow for the car to idle before shifting between drive and park to get out of the paralleled parking spot, I’ve even ever so slightly rotated all of the plants, alphabetized all my books and color coordinated their spines, moved all of my shelves down 3 inches and postioned them in an alternating pattern, i’ve changed the sheets daily, purchased new pillows, better insoles, fresh kleenex, new pots and new pans with the correct corresponding lids, and still I am not quite sure, but suspect that it is because

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Alex Ferreira - Me La Saludan (en casa)

maple drip

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Son Lux - plans we made

Amassing joy. A harvest. Low and rising. Tide, tidal. Tight titles. Embracing momentum. A harvest of words.

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Thee Lakesiders - si me faltaras

For your dance pants and heart.

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Aupinard - C’est tout moi

Pace, it is unique to the individual and must be honored. It must also be honed. Caution the comparisons.

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The Blaze - territory

Group hug, reunion hug, good bye hug, just friends hug, nice to meet you hug, that’s fair hug, I miss you hug, I’ll miss you hug, I’ve missed you hug, I’m sorry hug, I’m so happy for you hug, fuck! Hug, congratulations hug, I’m proud of you hug, I can’t believe it hug, thanks for telling me hug, I’m sorry I had to tel you hug, just a few more minutes hug, just one more hug, I get lost when we hug

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Mladen Franco - Melancholy Impressions

The body knows. After the rhythm of wind is knocked out ones body, one must allow for the period of adjustment time to run its course after which, a swift letting go can occur.

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King Richard & The Poor Boys

And what of all the joy? When will measuring the heavy get old, tired. When will tired be enough. Less about their joy and more about ours.

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Family Say - Black Earth

When did the trees learn to quiet themselves for a season? The sun still warms, a promise that during some mornings feels more like a taunt. But I can hear it’s promise. Still, the familiar smell that is carried by this bitter cold tints it with taunt. Unresolved or unrequited or two of the above. All or nothing, over just a taste. / the water is melting into the sound of applause.