Climate: Colorways All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2021 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 Day breaks Feel the new bird sing A parasite black and white Flaps its wing We turn to the ante-choir We tear up the photographs A digital refrain A physical restraint A door ajar for the dark room Break day Hear the new birds sing A satellite in the night Falls at our feet 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 bone 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 Down the street On two feet Silent freight Not to resuscitate Hold the sound Til it drowns "Smiling The Right Way" We keep sending it Via standing waves We keep feeding it Through the interface Ends definitive Corners closely cropped Split infinitives Blur the bitter top Smiling the right way now We have made it back home somehow To a sanguine lair in the hay For our babbling stream Of weak solutions Smiling the right way now We have made our way down somehow To a coracle in the bay Take a seat and finally learn how Soon we'll be gone But we'll leave with a serenade About the moon on the lawn And the plans we made Free, right or wrong It's not worth remembering Now we're gonna have to move along We're gonna have to move along "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 face A cinder in the flame A lack of light In the night Falls at our feet A little compromise A set of hidden thighs A stack 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 Bruised eyes, cry all night Hands below cheeks Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above remnants of our decay Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above the remnants of 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 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 neighbor's den "Don't go" Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Batten the hatch And batten the eye Intuition of ours and hours Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Batten the hatch And batten the eye Buried under the bough Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Batten the hatch And batten the eye Thoughts and bile Parasite in the peristyle Son Cave We'll find Our way out Surely "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 velveteen delusion Later life Will be whatever we can make of it Till we die Look alive Till we die "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 And 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 string of hard lives They're laughing up their sleeves They'd hang a man from a tree A hidden heart attack Brazen bellas in back seats Sideways The binding comes unglued A sting we've often renewed Under the cover of sine waves It's something we need anyway Gently Drown the plutocrats Someone shivers? show them the bat You can strike them off your list And rule the village with a fist 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 No sleeping through the night The doctors may have been right To the third particle The virus at high sea Call sawbones They cannot breathe Sleeping Breathing Seething Freezing If you go to sleep We will miss you The doctor may be right The doctor may be right The doctor may be right The doctor may be right "If You Feel The Quiver" That autumn when we rolled The cargo to the hold A haunting refrain Of the winter campaign We tried to hold the line Down to ten and nine Packed in the lee Bent at the knee If you feel the quiver Head down to the river The mighty and the wealthy Need to keep their children healthy If you feel the quiver Head down to the river The mighty and the wealthy Need to keep their children healthy A briny kit of gear Angling from the pier Bridled the team And broke through the dream If you feel the quiver Head down to the river The mighty and the wealthy Need to keep their children healthy Tonight "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 mass 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 "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 "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 This is why some houses burn The last pass was wrong by a furlong Round and spiky beneath the gum tree Fixed a broken bike spoke Beneath the old willow oak And told some dad jokes 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 This is why some houses burn This is why some houses burn "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) 2021 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)