Climate: Colorways All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2020 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP) "New Birds Sing" A coffee pot in the child's room We place the poison in each corner In hurried dreams that sleep Recurring deathlessly A tea kettle in the child's room Break day Hear the new birds sing A satellite In the night Falls at our feet We turn to the ante-choir We tear up the photographs A digital refrain A physical restraint A door ajar for the dark room Day breaks Feel the new bird sing A parasite Black and white Flaps its wing We always thought it might happen Nightfall and with weapons Moonlight on the lawn Where two rights make a wrong The lost smoke spills at the spin down Pale blue fills in the foreground A tapestry of groans With meat left on the bones The object on the windowsill Is like the rain that runs uphill And falls apart The blackboard in the forest green Has chalks of marks And hoops and strings That fall apart Still at light in the short slide Off down the street on two feet Silent freight not to resuscitate Hold the sound til it drowns "Skip The Estuary" Last summer was so cold The cargo oversold Haunting refrains On captain's campaign We tried to disentwine Extend by tens and nine Stroll up the strand Strike up the band A salty mix of gear Fishing from the pier Nets full of bream where The tide meets the stream If you've got shivers Head down to the river We think it's necessary That you skip the estuary (this time) "Velveteen Delusion" Shaky hands will greet you But should the shanking go too far... Let's hear that song Inside your head If it isn't too long In the back of the shed You shouldn't have read How the new disease can harm you Under the skin A fragile bone Who'd strangle a wren With the cord from a phone? Who wouldn't condone That subtle kind of curfew? Lord have mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy We're living in a velveteen delusion We'll be Whatever we can make of it Till we're real Till we feel Like we're real Bleak thoughts are free It fogs, it rains Makes a come back at three Paints some white on the stains We haven't a pain In the waning light of Tuesday What's in the sack? A want or a need Or special visions to track On a pallet of reeds You don't have to bleed Like a roller skating junior Lord have mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy We're living in a veltveteen delusion Later life will be Whatever we can make of it Till we die Look alive Till we die "A Drop Of Blood" The shallow cells are upended A drop of blood and a warrant Not this time The daughter's featureless visage The garden empty at morning Two hands tied Tender Tender the fallen frame Under Under the polished blade Tender Tender the fallen frame Under Under the polished blade We never liked that phase A cinder in the flame A lack of light In the night Falls at our feet A little compromise A set of hidden thighs Attack of sighs Make it right Under the sheets We said it's just a phase But you never could keep pace Keep that sweet look And that sweet tooth In your face Bloodline in slow decay We launched a slow decay A splinter on the rain But the puppy can stay Two bruised eyes cry all night Hands below cheeks Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above remnants of our decay You said it's just a phase Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above remnants of our decay We watched the slow decay The shallow cells are upended A drop of blood and a warrant Not this time "Delicate Transmission" Stood for pictures at the park Left them screaming for a lark Made some food For those tiny monarchs And we heard all the bugs skitch Right after it got dark Ate some take out And watched some news Tweaked the settings on the snoo Took the children to the zoo Painted the kitchen a new hue It was kind of a Spanish gray A knife Locked door Tired boots Near the hand In the neighbors den "Don't go" Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Intuition of ours (and hours) Batten the hatch And batten the eyes Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Buried under the bough Batten the hatch And batten the eyes Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Cold red sun Brittle moon Breaks through Lost in the cave Here's your host The ghost We'll find Our way back out Surely "The Last Television" Bird songs sang Not the last television We flicker away Down to the sound To stay or go We do not know Can't you stay To lose the light of day So long The theme song is so very wrong So take us away Away "If You Go To Sleep" A sixty watt bulb Illuminates the family tree The doctor's taken to sea A discolored paperback In an ancient galilee A family car drives Past big house and small trees They named this street after me A hidden cul-de-sac Cold umbrellas and wet feet Mid-day feels so fresh and renewed It just enhances the mood Under the cover of sine waves It's something we need anyway Blinking The baseball hits the bat The policeman tipping his hat He later rests his feet On the back seat half asleep Stop captain, stop Do you not see, do you not see? All the pages are torn off Around high tea Underground swell By the church bells We cannot sleep Turn it around Can't take the sound Of your wet feet It keeps me up all night My doctor may have been right To the third party call The virus at high sea Call sawbones They cannot breathe Thursday morning We've got some things to do Friday morning Let's meet back here around 2:00 Saturday morning She said she'll wait in the car Sunday morning So i can't really wander that far The doctor may be right The doctor may be right "Wood And Glass" Shards of glass in The right hand or Garden shears left By the dwarf, Alberta By the boxwood by The corpse left by The topiary In the toolshed On the wall Is God in tears A nail is his hand Wood and glass sand Pith and mask, canned Paint and stain stand Smell the rain Our luxury home With all the paving stones Welcomes guests With barks and purrs The color of the stone is fool proof The walls a cool blue And curved stair cases, two "Why Some Houses Burn" Give the jib line some slack As we lay on our backs But keep a few rags In our flight bag Who can we trust? Endless we dust! Grind on the ring As the digits are sliding This is why some houses burn The last pass was wrong By a furlong Round and spikey 'neath the gum tree Fixed a broken bike spoke 'neath the old willow oak And told some dad jokes This is why some houses burn Wade through the stream On a split screen The future will sag Raise a pink flag How many, how many, how many Someday we'll learn Why some houses burn In a downturn "Black Spruce" Memories They tend to follow you Lagging strands Behind the brand new First we walked And then we learned to crawl Between the sheets To save us all Chose a path And got struck by a train On a hillock Green with grain Our last truce Beneath a dead black spruce A black spruce "Element Of Time" A distant relation A clattered bone Lungs are floating Through the frigid air Time is slowing Down your morning prayer Mend the brickwork Watch the church burn Don't let go Let go I've come to watch you burn All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2020 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)