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Retract invisible notions, bury yourself in debris
Light up those silhouette eyes and wear your heart on your sleeve
Fold up your conscience, usefulness is never secure
By the time the old leaves hit the ground there’ll be new ones to grow and more
Swing from cathedral heights, swim under landfill seas
Whatever gets you by just don’t think of me
Align your gatherings, everything all around
Perfection comes at a price and you’ll live it down
But the silence is cure
So stay rest assured By the time you get back I’ll be off your shore
Treat everyone with similar magnitude
Station your thoughts and maybe I’ll see you through
Tear up the number of sinister call to arms
A siren wasted, no forethought to raise any alarms
But the silence is pure
So mark my words
By the time you leave I’ll have closed the door
Bathed in the comfort of quiet afterthought
There’s no escaping something you’re not
The water’s grand at the stage of which you recall
Demonstrate a translation and discover nothing at all
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Sleepover - Oregon
02:58
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I wanna go somewhere that it always rains, like the first time I got on a plane. I saw it all from the window seat: we pierced the clouds and it came in sheets. The darkened skyline turned to night, pouring rain against the flight. Thirty-thousand feet in the air, against the clouds I saw it there: Your silhouette on the spiral stairs, like the amber mountains of Sleeping Bear, like the hobbit houses in Charlevoix, like the lantern lit at Sable Point. So tell your sister and tell your son, found myself in Washington, and tell your exes and tell your friends, ended up in Oregon. Oregon—tell me what was different then. Oregon, Oregon—tell me what was different then. I wanna go somewhere that it always works, and I'm so glad even when it hurts, 'cause I know I can only get close when I wrote him a letter about the coast. It said: your silhouette on the spiral stairs, like the amber mountains of Sleeping Bear, like the hobbit houses in Charlevoix, like the lantern lit at Sable Point.
So tell your sister and tell your son, found myself in Washington, and tell your exes and tell your friends, ended up in Oregon. Oregon—tell me what was different then. Oregon, Oregon—tell me what was different then. Oregon, Oregon, Oregon, Oregon, Oregon, Oregon.
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Conner Luymes - Trees
03:47
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The wind is bearing down on me
I doubt I’ll make it to the safe protected haven
My journey takes me through the trees
Hollowed inside the trunk in which I am graven
My thoughts are fixed on warming eyes
That set afire my soul when focused my way
But still I’m trapped in this wind’s vice
I’m nothing like these trees that protect my stay
Cause I see trees still standing tall
With roots down deep, they weather it all
When all is fallen in the end
Their boughs don’t even seem to bend
And I see trees still standing tall
I wish my feet were rooted deep
Like the trunks that still stand firm against the storm
But the gust still knocks me off my feet
I long for something that will help me find that warmth
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Katherine Ryan - Simple
04:29
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Seems like everyone wants to go here or there, gotta do this or that
Don’t take the time to see
What’s in between
The sun and moon have already come and gone
But we’re in such a hurry we don’t even see
Oh whats become of you and whats become of me
‘Cause sometimes the most beautiful things are simple
It doesn’t always have to be so complicated
In a world where greatness isn’t good enough
And perfection is all I expect of myself
I’m learning just like you
To see what is true
Like a daisy that blossoms and fades
So simple and sweet
Or the way you smile at me
The sun beaming through the trees
A million simple little things
That make life so beautiful
Oh won’t you take the time with me
To see what’s in between
‘Cause sometimes the most beautiful things are simple
It doesn’t always have to be so complicated
So won’t you take your time and enjoy the moment
Won’t you take your time and enjoy here and now
‘Cause I’m here, you’re here and it’s right now
I’m here you’re here and it’s right now
So won’t you take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Sometimes the most beautiful things
Sometimes the most beautiful things, can be so simple
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As I lay, my eyes are open wide You ask, you ask what’s on mind Clench my fists, clamp heart, and hold my tongue Give no response, these feelings feel too strong
I just need level ground Cut me loose of her entangling vines Put my hands to work, make your kingdom stronger then mine Stronger then mine
I woke late Rainy next day thinking back in time Laps through my head I’ll pray I don’t dramatize I can’t count on Emotions this strong
I just need level ground Cut me loose of her entangling vines Put my hands to work, make your kingdom stronger then mine
Give me level ground Make less of my emotional ties Seek you first and you put everything back in line Everything back in line …put me back in line
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Cotter Koopman - DC
02:49
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I wanna spend some time with you until you repeat yourself as if you've practiced what you'd say and how you would come off. And we drank with our congressmen and danced as if we'd won, but then we saw a sex offender put his hand on our holy text. A man wearing the Virgin's face said, "Now our country's blessed!" I wish that I felt threatened then but he looked just like me.
We walked with a million others, betrayed but full of love. And we rode midnight subways and tried to see enough, and in remembered dreams I see us talking on the bus. One night my closest friend here saw the love of his life at a show, just like back home, swaying in the purple light. And we talked to them afterwards but you know how that goes. A movie on a mattress—the coziness we make in laughing on the carpet—I feel natural and allayed. And we don't need a function now to wonder how it got so late.
'Cause I needed to run away if only for two weeks. And I can walk and joke with Dad where the museums are free and where he lived a younger life before they imagined me. So when the last hand's shaken, start over and all fly back. I'm praying in the shower for peace while I unpack.
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Douglas Fir - Eftsoons
02:33
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when you go away
(happy birthday)
the reticent remains
(happy birthday)
I am past your age
(happy birthday)
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Falconeer - Open Hours
04:10
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Way back then
In the place that we once knew
The tracks we held dear in our hearts
So far and seldom few
Days to wader in between
The cars and empty rails
One open hour in the spring
Paving juvenile trails
Of a place we’ll never see and never know
Of broken ties sown away
A slow parade I watch alone
To sit and star into space
This is home
Sun is shining on my face
No one will ever see
The isolation of this world
Always barely out of reach
Climbing up, I long to see
The beauty of it all
No time to linger here anymore
Where a right was never wrong
(You won’t be no more) x4
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Calvin University Dialogue Grand Rapids, Michigan
Dialogue is an arts and writing magazine of Calvin College undergraduate creative work that is submitted, curated, and published by students. This is a catalog of original student music.
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