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Here’s another song (“another shape”) from that treasure CD I got last year from Tom Neihus… more subtle magic layered on there by Tom.  And, by golly,  its making me really happy!…I have to say, it seems like I got that CD last month– What is happening??? I also noticed that I average 2 blog posts per year.  This post here is motivated by me to keep up with that average! I have a suspicion that I will live to be a lively elderly woman well past 100 years.  I am simply pacing myself.  I am like a redwood tree… by virtue of the fact that I’m still standing and sprouting new growth I will one day be interesting to those other than my normal circle… I just want a local newspaper to interview me and ask me what I eat, how I stay happy, etc…. when I’m 130ish.  That’s the level of fame I am looking for!

Another Shape: The streets are empty… the city lights ablaze… the fever of a highlife… the feast of the eyes… I’m roaming through the sparkly debris like a child… and I am just a-waiting until I get out… Is weakness a-wanting to be in another place… for I am being melted into another shape…. For here I am a stranger… a-shifting in my seat… and every breath of air will be changing me… I’ll ease into the tension of missing the best… and lean into the future where we will rest.  Is weakness a-wanting to be in another place… for I am being melted into another shape.

Dear

In December of 2017 I got a CD in the mail from Tom Niehus… it contained a bunch of songs.  Some songs were from my ancient past, some were from my not distant past, and some were Tom’s songs, and some were Tom’s good friend John Remmerede’s songs.  In short, it is a super treasure!  As it turns out, Tom added some subtle magic to a couple of my songs… I just LOVE it.  This one is “tossed” … here’s to the slowest collaboration in history!  Watch– in another year I will add some subtle magic to his songs and send them across the country to him…

Tossed: Right step before the left… shake off the dust and get… loose and out from underneath… set out for the farthest thing.  Something once pushed you low… oh it couldn’t hold you … come straight to me… like a conquered king.  Playing like you were a kid… an escapee orphan… loose and fit to take control… wearing the crown of brambles and thorns… caught by the scruff of your neck… yanked out like your mother called you… home to lick those wounds… nothing but the tossing that told you.  Nothing but the tossing that told you.