The Peculiar End of December All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2013 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP) "Rain, Ice, & Snow" Rain The ice The snow Of which we never wanted to know Rain The ice The snow Of which we never wanted to know "A Burial Ground" The world as a thread For a dangerous edge Unwound A burial ground The world as a threat Tea time's offset Unbound A burial ground The word as a threat A simple sobriquet Unfound A burial ground The word as a thread Tied to the dead Unsound A burial ground "Under Your Eyelids" Rifle in the snow Melts to ground below Rife with screws and pins Paens with all tries in Under your eyelids Somehow I thought you knew A terminal field of view Willfully slides askew Shades of Bavarian blue Under your eyelids Lay your eyes Bees may have a sting Spiders are in the sink Why can't I just not think? I'm fearful of everything All of our things have sold Swimming pool has grown cold How did we get so old As a pair of waning souls Just another lunar day Grey and black every which way Bedsheets in disarray And radioactive decay "Awkward Symphony, The" Light and August Winter comes slow From this house of dark I still fear you When will you go Unechoed feedback Peat bogs and saw Yards of filose sparks I still fear you When will you go "Wild Sheep" Sands The shores of Barbary Are sticking to my knees A different kind of land Where ships fall from the sea Grand The mock detective tale That's stuck inside of me I wish we could set sail As caprid escapees An elemental brand The grit between my teeth From a shiny leg of lamb And the joy of jealously I've done a good job of hiding it Where you'll probably never find it Lambs Are nipping at the keel Their moody undertones Are a salty meager meal Of skinny knucklebones I might just have to sing Of a love long burgeoning Of the little things we said As we took our daily bread I've done a good job of hiding it Where you'll probably never find it Until I'm dead "Black Tea" I go to the kitchen And make me some black tea "A Curious Sigh" The moon rise Parking lights Curious sighs Skirt the edge of the river She speaks Fluently With open beak Pass the scent of an apple But back on land Feet in the sand Shell in your hand Make a sketch of a sunset A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh Steps fail On the mountain trail Some sirens wail At sailors longing for mooring A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh Come back down To a rumbling sound Fall to the ground Icicles from the door frame A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh Once dead Sun and dread Turned my head Onto legions of people A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh Make a date It's an hour wait For a dinner plate Yet you stay up late for the sprinklers A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh It's half noon A bit too soon Reduce the volume On the patio speakers A curious sigh A curious sigh A curious sigh "The Beat Of My Love" I need to wake up to your sweet love Or I'll die If I woke up alone I'd die If I stumble You break my fall But in your eyes I never stumbled at all Despite a push and a shove And a slip on the rug You feel the beat of my love I can't lose I can't lose I can't lose You When I'm beat down in my mind Late at night I just stay still And then I sigh And when I get up To heed the call I see your eyes In the light of the hall Despite a push and a shove And a slip on the rug You feel the beat of my love I can't lose I can't lose I can't lose You "Marrow" Thursday night Stand at the fridge You lost your wallet Back at the bridge Ceiling light And a TV tray I just might Find the end of the day You might be sleepy You might be slow You sleep through the cannons You sleep through the snow It's pulling us inward Right into the marrow If you keep sleeping You'll never know Two hands and a car seat The future in tow It's pulling us inward All the way to the marrow "Bound" Rings bound by two arms Tend to fall freely Rings bound Time wanders feebly Sheets torn and bloodied Tight round her ankle She's gone Things can't be undone Tell me it's over Tell me it's over Take it now I am so sorry I am so sorry That turned out that way When to fall Choices that we made "Oral History" Darkness in the yard Can't shut it out Back door left ajar Right through the port For all history Out to the sea now Horizon swollen and meek Peeled back window shade Can't shut it out A scenic passageway Right through the port Through our whole history Out to the sea now Horizon swollen and meek Broke out window screen Can't shut it out Night time blue it seems Right through the port It pauses history Out to the sea now Her eyes are swollen and meek When the day is through Can't shut it out She'll know what to do Right through the port Oral history Out to the sea now Her eyes are swollen and meek "Snow Angel" Bright and white was the snow On opening night Angel sprites took flight With their own might More or less with fright Or not by a long bite Always polite at first blight By the burial site Paring away all the nightmares Of a new day You can have something to say You can breathe it out your own way I'll meet you at the bay It's a little less than half way I always have to pray That your trip will be a long stay All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2013 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)