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I cast my mind back
To a cornfield in South Bend, Indiana.
I realize now that
Every day blossomed glory or disaster.
I was ripe with devotion then,
Fireflies hung in our eyes.
We were 700 miles from home,
Sloughing off cigarettes and pride.
I was only passing through,
Could’ve landed anywhere.
Yes, I stayed a year or two,
But I didn’t live there.
On the edge of spring
We settled on a rooftop in Manhattan.
Weary from traveling,
The soles of our feet were scored and blackened.
I was soft with elation then,
He was draped across my mind.
We’d drift down sidewalks at 3AM
Soaked in bourbon and moonlight.
I was only passing through,
Could’ve landed anywhere.
Yes, I stayed a month or two,
But I didn’t live there.
The blood of time is on my hands.
Reveries dance through greyed vignettes.
Dissonance can drown these revelations now.
Evocations of the past are roped to what wouldn’t last.
I was only passing through,
Could’ve landed anywhere.
Yes, I stayed a week or two,
But I didn’t live there.
I’ve never been as bold
As I was with him under that line of river lights.
I slipped my hand under his sweater
And sighed a slow and sad, “Goodnight.”
I could never feel so sad again,
And it could never feel so right.
I could never feel like that again,
Youth twists fear into delight.
I was only passing through,
Could’ve landed anywhere.
Yes, I stayed a day or two,
But I didn’t live there.
I am only sorting through
These shards of memory to share.
I really must be going soon.
You know, I never lived there.
Other people live in our apartments now.
They’ve rearranged our walls
And trampled hallowed grounds.
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Invocations (Live)
05:05
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Invocations of dormant empathy
Resurrect the joy you sowed in me.
The papers all read
That you fell asleep in death,
But these assemblies in my head
Belie their every sentiment.
With a fervent desire
I built your house by the sea,
With walls of glass
And a roof of masonry.
Innovations of grave perversity
Summon all the hope that’s left in me.
The caving of my chest,
Once a heaving hearth of flesh
Mantled by abandoned debts,
Governs over every breath.
With a fervent desire
I built your house by the sea,
With walls of glass
And a roof of masonry.
Interpolations of honeyed memories
Gather all the life you left with me.
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I crawl through the sinking sun
And seep into the night,
And I can feel a storm rising,
Storms rise all the time.
Orphans scrambling along a parapet,
Touching the axon of a latent wish.
I tremble still when I think of that,
The moment I found out what I am.
Once you’ve known love
You can never go back,
And the heart never blooms
When there’s snow on its tracks.
We were soft and unafraid,
Huddled in rapturous youth.
Every moment squalling through
Led us closer to the truth.
A man who lurched through like a saint,
A mouth that tumbled half awake,
A feeling I still conjure now.
In my dreams I still see you around.
When you’re left alone,
You can muddy up the path.
And the heart needs a crutch
If you dare to look back.
Maybe tonight I will survive
The storm my heart moves through,
If only I could love myself
The way I once loved you.
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In my youth I may have sworn
On the resistance of my hand,
But the veil of age shifts back
To show I could be loved again.
A refusal to be damned
Could unearth the warmth
Of man again.
And it’s a long, long way from a fire escape
In the neon-soaked light of the halcyon days
To the solemn amber glow
Dressing these evening fields,
That find me wandering still.
After every drift climbs tall,
That’s when I must lay down my arms
To honor every step I’ve known
That led me safely through these storms.
The nights are still long,
But the snow will withdraw
In the end.
And it’s a long, long way from a fire escape
In the neon-soaked light of the halcyon days
To the solemn amber glow
Dressing these evening fields,
That find me wandering still.
With a glint of faith in an inchoate stage,
The persistence of those alleged halcyon days
Spare a final thought to me just before I go.
They say, “One day, I’ll tell you what I know.”
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Eric Terino
Tapping into the rich timeless history of romance and poetics past, Eric Terino’s musical landscape paints a portrait of an American artist with a sweeping perspective on what it means to be human. The deeply personal becomes universal and heartbreak can be transformed to healing. This potential for alchemy exists everywhere, and his serenaded solitude reminds us of the infinite beauty in it all. ... more
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