1. |
Stop All the Clocks
03:37
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Fire
04:34
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Close the door and take a breath
Only need
A moment's rest
Hear the soft and subtle sounds
Shut the window
Block them out
The fire in your eyes
Isn't far from mine
It isn't far from mine
I hear your voice at night
Saying that it's fine
Saying it's alright
You know that I
Won't be the same
Think of you and where you are
Stillness stays within the dark
Everything is in its place
Waiting only for the day
The fire in your eyes
Isn't far from mine
It isn't far from mine
I hear your voice at night
Saying that it's fine
Saying it's alright
You know that I
Won't be the same
You know that I
Won't ever change
And half a lifetime isn't too long
To wait and wonder where the time's gone
I don't know where
The fire in your eyes
Isn't far from mine
It isn't far from mine
I hear your voice at night
Saying that it's fine
Saying it's alright
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3. |
Mercy
03:35
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Wrestling at night, with an unnamed man
Clawing at my thigh, and I feel my
Self is ripped
From one to two and
Stitches can't erase it now
Reaching back some years to a moment past
It's a bit unclear, so I see, but
I was once
Complete and now I'm
Split between two
Separate sides
And I stand and pray
While dizzy and empty
And I look beneath
The layers of changes
And oh, I pray for mercy
And oh, I beg for mercy
And I see myself through a bowl-shaped glass
Waiting from outside as I see that
I repeat the
Cycle but
The cycle might just
Be my own
And I stand and pray
While dizzy and empty
And I look beneath
The layers of changes
And oh, I pray for mercy
And oh, I beg for mercy
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4. |
My Dear
03:06
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Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
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5. |
Odysseus's Scar
02:28
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I’ve never remembered my dreams at all
Not even once have I woken from darkness clutching
a handful of dream like a handful of seeds
to sow in memory
One day perhaps they will come to me – all those dreams.
Like milk from a shattered bottle, all
at once, they’ll flood my waking mind
with censers of sweet perfume and wine
To remember a dream is to reassemble
shards of colored glass in a window frame.
The face of Odysseus, pieced
together, looks out,
cracks on his cheeks
and hunger in his eyes.
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6. |
Symphonies
04:39
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To be awake
And hear your voice silently
To think out loud
And see the words swelling
I wasted symphonies
To just explode
And then retreat silently
To sing no more
To leave behind melodies
They’re not in time
The line’s too late for harmonies
Can’t touch what’s past
Can’t hold what was in front of me
Two voices harmonize for a moment
They layer sound so briefly and fade out
Two voices harmonize for a moment
They sound aloud once, they can’t stay
I wasted symphonies
Two voices harmonize for a moment
They layer sound so briefly and fade out
Two voices harmonize for a moment
They sound aloud once, they can’t stay
I wasted symphonies
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Noam Hassenfeld Washington, D.C.
Noam Hassenfeld is a podcast producer based in Brooklyn
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