You're a naked and wandering ship in the sheets
Quilted together in a patchwork of leaks
But as any old vessel of landlocked dismay
Yours is anchored to a pillow and asleep in its bay
In a galley of cupboards that have all rattled free
You allowed that the clutter be endowed to the sea
But the heart of a gale knows its part in the mess
In the heap of a sail, in the pile of your dress
When I gathered you up, gathered up all your ground
You made soft intimations that your world wasn't round
I said, “Alice, don't hold me for the strength that I've found
Carry these words for the way that they sound.”
Though the edge of the earth looks to fall into space
There's an uncharted world that a rudder might grace
Four corners, four bedposts, four islands of feet
For the trace of a tradewind on an old merchant fleet.
When the calm settles in fully weighted and low
You object as a wreck of the sand and the snow
But a wake in the berth of a sentimental wind
You partake of the earth-laden ballasts and hymns
How a breeze fell upon what was left of a hull
As a breath
on the nape
of your neck
of a bow
credits
from honky/tinker,
track released March 3, 2013
Jared Klok: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vox
Jake Nicoll: piano, percussion, vox
Sherry Ryan: vox
Billy Nicoll: cello
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023