Holding Stones
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Holding Stones
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She walks along the river, holding stones
She hasn’t learned to let go
It’s been years since her sister called
At their brother's birthday, they faced away
And didn’t talk
They live in different states
She’s spent years at a backup job
An annual pay raise, a word of thanks
A friend laid off
She thinks about plan A
She walks along the river, holding stones
She hasn’t learned to let go
She walks along the river, holding stones
She hasn’t learned to let go
When she sees nobody else around
She takes a short strand of hair in hand
And pulls it out
A little reprimand
When she was twenty-five, a lover said
That she would never find another
And now she can't
Prove any scars it left
She walks along the river, holding stones
She hasn’t learned to let go
She walks along the river, holding stones
She hasn’t learned to let go
The first time she had that dream
She woke up breathless, cold and sweaty
On her couch
The same recurring dream
Where she stands beside the river, skipping stones
She stands beside the river, skipping stones
She stands beside the river, skipping stones
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Eventually
02:53
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Kristen edits fiction and poetry
She plans to write a novel eventually
Stares at an empty page
Walter has a daughter in Tennessee
He knows he ought to call her eventually
Waits for a better day
Sweep your troubles to the corner
Ignore them until they grow enormous
Kristen looks at pictures from Myrtle Beach
She prays she will forget her eventually
Softly she whispers her name
Walter buys a bottle of Jim Beam
He claims he’ll break the habit eventually
Waits for a better day
Sweep your troubles to the corner
Ignore them until they grow enormous
Restless and alone
4AM, The clock offers its toll
Sweep your troubles to the corner
Ignore them until they grow enormous
Sweep your troubles to the corner
Ignore them until they grow enormous
Kristen calls Walter from Tennessee
He promises he’ll visit eventually
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Through a Windowpane
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A flannel shirt and hiking boots
You stand among the twisted roots
Of a cedar tree
And I pretend I was the one
Behind the camera
And you were smiling just for me
We live in different time zones now
I stay up with my iPhone out
Low on battery
It’s like we’re looking at each other through a windowpane
When we press against the glass we’re almost touching
I want to feel you breathing
But there’s nothing warm about the fog you leave
I send a couple messages
I hope they feel like little gifts
On a mantelpiece
Please call, I want to see your face
(Projected with a slight delay)
Blow a kiss to me
I feel like we could talk all night
I never want to see my tired
Reflection on the screen
It’s like we’re looking at each other through a windowpane
When we press against the glass we’re almost touching
I want to feel you breathing
But there’s nothing warm about the fog you leave
It’s like we’re looking at each other through a windowpane
When we press against the glass we’re almost touching
I want to feel you breathing
But there’s nothing warm about the fog you leave
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Tapestry (For Lou Reed)
03:01
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What a day
Spend the morning doing tai chi in my garden
What a day
Golden leaves carried away by trickling water
And I can see a grand tapestry
Of everything that's happened for me
What a day
Making peace with stomach pains and labored breathing
What a day
Far from microphones I find that I'm still singing
And I can see a grand tapestry
Of everything that's happened for me
For a moment
The world gives itself to me
Fresh wind against my ears
Damp grass beneath my feet
No more time for regrets or worries
And I can see a grand tapestry
Of everything that's happened for me
I can see a grand tapestry
Of everything that's happened for me
What a day
Spend the morning doing tai chi in my garden
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Traces
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They loved the woman at the corner store
Who always set aside her cane
To hand them taffy from the money drawer
She may fade from her name but her traces remain
He loved a friend who just got sober again
They met in unexpected rain
and left the trailhead for a backup plan
He may fade from his name but his traces remain
I told myself that we are not outlasted by our love
but now I hope it grows and surrounds us
Now I can sense it in an airport line
The day she had to board a plane
They kissed goodbye beside a “welcome” sign
They may fade from their names but their traces remain
They may fade from their names but their traces remain
I told myself that we are not outlasted by our love
But now I hope it grows and surrounds us
When you and I have given all our days
Our pictures by a windowpane
We'll spread like mist above Pacific waves
We'll spread like mist above Pacific waves
When we fade from our names but our traces remain
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Robyn Jamner Minneapolis, Minnesota
Robyn Jamner (they/them) is a genderfluid, genrefluid songwriter and poet. They thrive on ambiguity, playing with expectations in their music. Some moments are catchy and cathartic, others are surprising and sophisticated, but everything comes together to make a singular, distinctive sound. Passionate about building community, Robyn often collaborates with other artists to bring songs to life. ... more
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