First released on Knights of June LP (2015), this version has slightly better fidelity.
Summer was a psychic blast till autumn drew her fangs
Winter came all white like diamonds in a glitter range
Through all the losses we've known
Through all the cuts we've sewn
April washed off dust and kicked it toward the moon
Dusted off our shades at night and gazed upon the stars at noon
Safety Hawk at the Miranda
From the 608, to the 520, to the 928, to the 520
From the 305, to the 505, to the 666, to the 999
We started first we meant to last and put it to a song
And now we know the love we had we knew it all along
Safety Hawk at the Miranda
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/extra-track-the-stars-at-noon-2022
Saturday, September 30, 2023
Epic Winters
Written in 1997 yet first recorded in 2022.
There's no love like the love I have
For someone other than you
Do you know of Canadian grove
Or the turmoil that's come into view?
Liars say that it's difficult to pay back
But I'm no fool to believe
All the ships, all the sailors in the port
They have a another thing coming, have another thing comin'
I've got epic winters
spoiled splinters
Soiled tears
Someone told me that you hold me
But it's only in my fears
Epic winters in my head
Is there a price to pay
For my ambivalence?
When the walrus does its tricks
I domesticate the world
And the soldiers who deny it
Have a hard time getting by it
The extremes of re-creation
The choice cut, the unmowed lawn
Epic winters in my head
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/epic-winters
There's no love like the love I have
For someone other than you
Do you know of Canadian grove
Or the turmoil that's come into view?
Liars say that it's difficult to pay back
But I'm no fool to believe
All the ships, all the sailors in the port
They have a another thing coming, have another thing comin'
I've got epic winters
spoiled splinters
Soiled tears
Someone told me that you hold me
But it's only in my fears
Epic winters in my head
Is there a price to pay
For my ambivalence?
When the walrus does its tricks
I domesticate the world
And the soldiers who deny it
Have a hard time getting by it
The extremes of re-creation
The choice cut, the unmowed lawn
Epic winters in my head
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/epic-winters
Ghost Inventory
The ghost settles in the salt grass.
I see the ghost and, for once, the ghost sees me.
Early July, and I have been swimming.
The air is warm, but the water is not.
The water is prickled coolness.
I open my eyes beneath the surface.
I think of my father, his ashes.
I think of my mother's green teeth.
I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and . . .
To the surface, I take blue air.
The wind flits over skin.
I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and creak.
Out here on the flats the alkaline dust kicks.
Hardened hills reflect still water.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/ghost-inventory
I see the ghost and, for once, the ghost sees me.
Early July, and I have been swimming.
The air is warm, but the water is not.
The water is prickled coolness.
I open my eyes beneath the surface.
I think of my father, his ashes.
I think of my mother's green teeth.
I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and . . .
To the surface, I take blue air.
The wind flits over skin.
I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and creak.
Out here on the flats the alkaline dust kicks.
Hardened hills reflect still water.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/ghost-inventory
Shallows
you act like you're drowning
but we're in the shallows
the sound of the school bell
is no call for the gallows
i bet my hand and won
in the summer of the train
the forest flames licking
the pine and barbacoa men
taking time in swamp-dry caves
to get their flavors right
i bet my hand and lost
in the spring of hanging
birds and broken bikes
along the street where we
fought to see a world
so worth the fight
but we're in the shallows
the sound of the school bell
is no call for the gallows
i bet my hand and won
in the summer of the train
the forest flames licking
the pine and barbacoa men
taking time in swamp-dry caves
to get their flavors right
i bet my hand and lost
in the spring of hanging
birds and broken bikes
along the street where we
fought to see a world
so worth the fight
Lick My Flip Flops
Blinded by desert dust
and the heat and weed.
Late nights in Tucson
before the crossing.
We order beers
and drink them here
with salt and lime
until the darkness disappears
Lick my face: salt
Lick my flip-flops
Soft lull of dawn
I sing this song
with windows open
to the lilt of mockingbirds.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/lick-my-flip-flops
and the heat and weed.
Late nights in Tucson
before the crossing.
We order beers
and drink them here
with salt and lime
until the darkness disappears
Lick my face: salt
Lick my flip-flops
Soft lull of dawn
I sing this song
with windows open
to the lilt of mockingbirds.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/lick-my-flip-flops
Crooks 'n Books
i hid in the golden gate
with a stack of words & a
fountain of birds
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/crooks-n-books
with a stack of words & a
fountain of birds
filled with black ink
songs about killing
songs about doves
songs about crooks
and the books that they love
i got tied up, wised up & fried
by the light
by the crying jags of time
where we slept in the weeds
wrote a river of trout that clotted the violence of men
wrote a season of hymns from the sorrows we hide in our head
songs about killing
songs about doves
songs about crooks
and the books that they love
i got tied up, wised up & fried
by the light
by the crying jags of time
where we slept in the weeds
wrote a river of trout that clotted the violence of men
wrote a season of hymns from the sorrows we hide in our head
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/crooks-n-books
Drinking Shack
out back in this
stolen country
is the runner up
to our drinking shack
staged like broke wood
& bloodied pistons
I woke up at 4 AM
and poured a whiskey
to pretend it
was still night
He will think
of the woman
he loves lost
in the misted anise hills.
And I won’t be there
and sister won’t be there
and the black haired Greek woman
who tells him to leave
his pants on the porch
because they reek
of turpentine
won’t be there either.
Everyone spends their life
dying in parking lots.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/drinking-shack
stolen country
is the runner up
to our drinking shack
staged like broke wood
& bloodied pistons
I woke up at 4 AM
and poured a whiskey
to pretend it
was still night
He will think
of the woman
he loves lost
in the misted anise hills.
And I won’t be there
and sister won’t be there
and the black haired Greek woman
who tells him to leave
his pants on the porch
because they reek
of turpentine
won’t be there either.
Everyone spends their life
dying in parking lots.
from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/drinking-shack
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