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Wizard Land 

(Woodpile Records release, May 20, 2017)

Paprika Rose (Kate Terrell, 2012)

she waited in the morning

in her long black dress

strapless no less

Triumph busted beside the road

engine won't go don't like the cold

whoa oh oh Paprika Rose

late in the morning

once a dinner guest

sleepless no less

waiting

waiting

alone out waiting

alone out there

with all the stares

Triumph busted beside the road

engine won't go don't like the cold

whoa oh oh Paprika Rose

 

 

Pirouette (words Caralyn Snyder / music Hills Snyder, 2013)

it’s a good thing I was a dancer

from the stage I’ve been cast upon

with you as star actor and director

having to learn to sing this song

having to dance now upon each far phrase

in this strange pirouette

caressing gently each turn of your days

I have not mastered your step as of yet  

I had known such cold choreography

had existed once upon stages past

never that it could be of you or me

never guessing it would last

it’s a good thing I was a dancer

from the stage I’ve been cast upon

with you as star actor and director

having to learn to sing this song

none could save me as I awkwardly creep

not even the loftiest dancer’s leap

 

Wizard Land (Kate Terrell, 2012)

you’re on your way to wizard land

don’t slip on the leaves

in the portal beforehand

your red jacket the tiny flame

in all the green time frame

immaculate yards

nary a blemish

blown to the edge

leaf-blower fetish

on the hill

the gentleman rakes

in his thin blue shirt

his bumpy back aches

tidy piles

leaves of a lifetime

white hair spikes

in wizard paradigm

hunched he holds

a heavy weight

the water hose

and worn-out rake

raggedy shoes

caked in mud

stomp the lines

as he waters the sod

you’re on your way

from wizard land

trees unfolding

like corrugated fans

 

Coastline (Hills Snyder, 2013)

I’m a white glove

floating above the coastline of Pembrokeshire, Wales

I feel like a puppet on a string

control is not anything that I

can pretend to understand

I’m a white glove

floating above the coastline of Pembrokeshire, Wales

my best friend is a red balloon

but she’s sad she has to leave so soon

on a road that is purple in its nature

her best friend is a green balloon

hiding behind

the face of a compass moon

but back to my coastline tales

I’m a white glove floating above the coastline

if only I could find her

if only she could break free

of the royal decree and float out to sea

where I’d find her the purple road just a memory

in the puppet master’s feeble fingers

 

Fresh Mint (Caralyn Snyder, 2012)

on a level path beside a house


where welcome ever holds court


a sliver of green against the quiet brick


aging earth distorts



on a level path beside a house


where welcome ever holds court


a sliver of sun against the raging birds


aging earth distorts



green on green

in friendly patterns small
and most discreet


quiet in its memory

where
dearest friends would meet



on a level path beside a house


where welcome ever holds court


a sliver of green against the quiet brick


aging earth distorts



on a level path beside a house



 

 

Radial Array (Hills Snyder, 2013)

black tree in a radial array

cracked earth in a radial array

tree shadow in a radial array

my head in a radial array

I

I

I had no idea

Closed Cherry Stands (words Caralyn Snyder / music Hills Snyder, 2013)

talking cherry stands and cider

eases the constant pull of buzzards bold

far in horizon circle higher

holding our breathing while the air grows old

hold on to fathoms burrowing deep

as from the burnt peaks sorrow seeps

as cornfields overtake thoughts of pine and rust

horizon’s reign becomes that of dust

holding onto that hidden moon of trust

we simple say and do that which we must

quickly land becomes barren to the soul

lost to the pull of ponderosa pines

horizons lay muddy in this flattening bowl

of lingering passages uneven lines

talking cherry stands and cider

eases the constant pull of buzzards bold

 

Top Hat (Kate Terrell, 2013)

hey little joker

currently unannounced

words in a top hat

to draw and pass around

pass around

hey little joker

what are you laughing ‘bout?

colorful jester

you are without a doubt

without a doubt

what would you draw

with your good fortune?

words in a top hat

are hidden from view

from you

hey little joker

there now I see you

wildcard in the top hat

repair my misery too

you do

 

Melville (Jeremiah Teutsch, 2014)

there’s space at the table

for fifty-thousand

rabble-rousin’ rabble-rousin’

move down by the dozen

we’re cousins

we’re cousins

we are cousins you know

a million times removed

cousins of cousins of cousins of cousins

and brothers of few

a mother or two

and the band all sings

Down down down down down we go!

into the fray

the ocean sprays but not for pleasure

never pleasure

out of spite out of hatred out of nothing

unfold unfold

To the hold! To the hold men! To the hold!

be bold boys be brave

every life you cannot save

let only your enemies cry

if you should die then die then die

then die with a smile on your face

and the band all shakes!!

Down down down down down we go!

into the night with a flame to fight

and a burden to bare

into thin air into the thin air

and the band’s all there

and the band’s all there

and the band’s all there

there’s nothing there

Down down down down we go!

 

My Name Is Time (Hills Snyder, 1999)

my name is time I’m wearing your clothes

they fit pretty well how nobody knows

the glove in your mind ain’t the glove on your hand

when you get that straight that’s when you’ll understand

a lover will pull you right up alongside

you’ll wallow for years and swallow your pride

if you start walking you might make the door

but if you should tarry you’ll leave nevermore

the water is high and the river is wide

a bridge made of concrete connects either side

should you cross over just keep this in mind

I’m wearing your clothes and my name is time

those people downtown they all wear coats and ties

and I have seen papers with words in their eyes

they step on hot concrete in leather so thin

the blood in their legs boils like mercury my friend

 

Lucky Sun (Kate Terrell, 2011)

lucky Sun

riding on

the night train

traveling at the speed of light

snacking on stars

in the dining car

rumbling sound

shaking shadowed ground

the birds hear you coming

tint the sky blue

rap at my window and

sing me a tune

what did you bring

in that suitcase for me

a souvenir from yesteryear

and goodies for today

 

Louise (Kate Terrell, 2012)

once Louise came to me in the street

quick and sort of bluesy that heartbeat                             

black hair and shoes the elegant kind

diaphanous footsteps keeping time

just like you the stars shine

into that once dark heart of mine

now together we’ll understand

I bid you the best my friend

once Bruce Lee came to me in a dream

kickin’ sort of beauty that heartbeat

black hair and shoes the grappling kind

flip of his fist intercepting mine

just like you the stars shine

into that once dark heart of mine

now together you’ll understand

not a fair weather friend I am

Louise

with your colored jeans

hanging in your bourgeois boudoir

Louise

with your braid down your back

your calico shirt

and your colored slacks

twice Bruce Lee came to me in a dream

kickin’ sorta beauty that heartbeat

black hair and shoes the grappling kind

jauntily skipping appearing fine

just like you the stars shine

into that once dark heart of mine

by candlelight erase the windows dear

it’s not what you think, the view from here

 

Gabled Roofs (Hills Snyder 1981)

gabled roofs in the neighborhood

understand why I’m no good

pointed faces stare and accuse

white paint can’t be amused

transgressions filed in the lobe on the right

in the attic with a censor flashlight

so strange on a street so straight

brains battered by the garden gate

cloven hooves on the family pet

I’ve got a dream that I can’t forget

spattered curtain stashed in the can

muddy footprints on the ceiling fan

blood dripping from the battle fought

you brief candle me damn spot

I hear the echo of the sliding grate

and the padlock on the garden gate

 

Clou (Caralyn Snyder, 2014)

theres a clou dans la tête

I’m sure that’s what I said

there’s a clou dans la tête

yet nailed to my bed

and I don’t even know what I said

it went its way in snow

not in morning rain

at least that’s the way

that I thought it came

at least I’m certain it came

I know it came

there’s a clou dans la tête

nailed with a certain sound

there’s a clou dans la tête

that’s the way it went down

there’s a clou dans la tête

nailed with a certain sound

there’s a clou dans la tête

that’s the way it went down

All songs © the writers. All rights reserved.

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