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Firelight
06:07
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Firelight
come carve our names, among all the lovers lit by the flames, in the big house in the cedars. wide porch creaking, with chairs of wicker full of skirts & jeans, that’s where i hold you. kissing cousins in the big pane window, cedar living room, dark floor all scuffed by shoes, huge hearth warms us, on the beat-up sofa spread with indian shawls, that’s where i kiss you. later on, pull a shawl round your shoulders, take my hand
later on, kisses come to you, someone upstairs bangs on a drum. one dog farts, & the fire pops. later on, the boys & girls crowd on this couch & burn for the furious mandolin strummer.
come to the stream, running to the city & the generations are weeping. we see them moving, as our shapes flicker on the dark walls, & we want to live & just let be.
put your arms round me, let me travel up you in the land of firelight, gliding like a canoe. flicker knowing, as the wind is blowing & in our eyes see me glow with you. later, tell me as we lie skin to skin how to hold you, when you’re frail as a child — how to hold you, in our corner when we’ve fallen to the place called you & i. later on, pull a shawl round your shoulders, take my hand.
later on, can we walk on the ridge, see the fog ride the redwoods, look up the coast — can we hold hands & feel it all live? later on, the boys & girls crowd on this couch & burn for the furious mandolin strummer.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Santa Cruz
04:54
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Santa Cruz
got to get myself to santa cruz, wake up in the morning next to you. telling you i finally have come through, got to get myself to santa cruz. drive all night is the thing that i do, to coffee on the stove, an orchard view. a dog barks, i kiss you on the lips. i have waited all my life for this.
no stone left i haven’t turned, but one — everyone falls in love, who does. & i hear you say the bus is gonna come — radio play surf & sun for everyone. when i wake up, the pillow’s wet for you & santa cruz.
i can’t tell you where my years have gone. in a trailer in a dry wash, singing songs. plane over the bay, fly to l.a.
— look down at the half-inch hills, and you ride a bike up the empire grade, see red earth on a bulldozer blade, live our hopes, on a slope into town — that light as birds, our kids fly, feet on the ground.
no stone left i haven’t turned, but one — everyone falls in love, who does. & i hear you say the bus is gonna come — radio play surf & sun for everyone. i hear you say the bus is gonna come — radio play surf & sun for everyone. when i wake up, the pillow’s wet for you & santa cruz.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Soledad
03:11
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Soledad
along the highway, soledad between here & forever a poplar tree in evening wind sways, leaves dancing with questions turning light, dark, this way, that, asking in the tawny grass: lay beside me, gold & red til the headlights go to sleep, in soledad.
globe of glass, among the others, shining, touched with gold & red among the dark evergreen branches in silver rivers of a girl’s hair. you know how our faces swim there as they did when we were kids in the soft roundness of the light leaping, calling hey mom, dad, i’m soledad.
hold me close in all our moments that vanish in a gust, come back in other breaths, other eyes, as you sway in the evening wind. kiss me in showers of poplar leaves turning light, dark, this way, that, asking where do we go from here as you rise & ache with yes’s of soledad.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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4. |
Love Will Befall You
05:37
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Love Will Befall You
lift your head off the pillow, let your hair tumble down. shake yourself like a willow & unbutton your gown and love will befall you. for we have found the glory, now our seed has been sown, and love will befall you as you rest in my home.
kiss me slow now, my darling, hold me close hold me tight. close your eyes & keep smiling in the dark of the night and love will befall you. when you rise with the new day, you’ll be strong, you’ll have grown, for love will befall you as you rest in my home.
you have sweated in the dungeons, worn the gear, swung the whip, known & owned & been thrown by the horse of the hip, for love will befall you. and it all was to come here on the path that’s been shown, and love will befall you as you rest in my home.
i’ve hocked my mind in strange fingers on sunset boulevard, danced so fine with the swingers & got my forehead all scarred, but love will befall you. it was all for the best thing that i can call my own, and love will befall you as you rest in my home.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Make Love Come
03:52
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Make Love Come
i’m happening, this is my time and place. i’m happening, what is it in your face. and you look hot too, why not come through, and we’ll make love come.
oh veteran, with your bruises you have won, who’ll bang your drum, now that you know we are scum? and you’re half down, and you’re half-done. why not make love come.
we’re happening, this is our time and place. i’m happening, what is it in your face? and you look hot too, why not come through, and we’ll make love come.
and we’ll make love, and we’ll make love, yes, we’ll make love -- come.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Sea And Sky Children
02:47
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Sea And Sky Children
sea & sky childrenin our boat on the blue bay, we’re here to love you & we’ll give you this: wings in the meadow, into the redwood trees, all the life of this land, yours to touch & be.
sea & sky children, in our boat across blue bay, we’re here to row you, listen to the breeze -- april in your season & robin on the hill, me & cat in her gingham dress will kiss next to the well.
needle found in the haystack, sun-kiss is in your cup. black leather hearts are gold, for you we open up.
the gingham girl will take you on her horse today along cedar creek in shade to wade & play.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Sunlight Stealing
03:26
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Sunlight Stealing
i’ve got no land but where i stand on a sunny day glad with weeping. i’ve got no love to lie with me, just a bed on which i’m sleeping. i’m out today on streets so clean with light, they shine like babies, & those passing by rain-dry eyes, they too look filled with maybe’s.
& the sun shines down like it knows i need to be bathed in light that warms the sea without end & the billion questions hanging in the wires cast their shadows & whisper hey old friend — when are you gonna answer me, when are you gonna answer me, when are we going to be together? you want to live in the country, but it will never be closer than under your feet forever.
& you ask me why i tell you this? it's to fly with you & kiss beyond this feeling that some of us get to own & some of us get to have known the look of sunlight stealing.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Spiderfly
03:11
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Spiderfly
i’m casting my nets very wide, but i only insist on a certain fly. if i tell you, in my kitchen i care for a spider bleeds in her web for my cigarette lighter do you think i just want to come inside her? i just might suck you, and pump you with my genes, but i say: let’s breed a spiderfly — think of what that means.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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Sunset
06:35
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Sunset
gull at sunset, red streaks sky, fill me with oceans of you on the beach in your dark womb shadows of our footprints fall on still child we call sweet smile i’m wings for you darling, come smile
gull voice calling, come to fly kissing me, see who dreams who on the beach in your dark womb
how i will pay the bills thrills where our failures pour to fly i’m wings for you darling, come fly
gull at sunset, come to fly
i’m wings for you darling, come fly
© Nate Scoble 2002
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10. |
Whispers In Grass
04:50
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Whispers In Grass
whispers in grass are the voice of my seasons, here on the hillside the wind's in your hair. feel our heart beating as i give my reasons, kiss me and tell me that love's what you dare. • we're talking cool, the leaves sparkle with jewels, you call me a fool and you say i know who'll kiss me and tell me that love's what you dare
far down the hill in the lines of erosion, you lost your legs as a voice called you fair. now nervous you say i feel tossed on the ocean, kiss me and tell me that love's what you dare. • the wind's blowing fast and the sun-shadows pass, and i hear you call in the whispers in grass kiss me and tell me that love's what you dare
© Nate Scoble 2002
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11. |
The Bridge
07:26
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The Bridge
catherine tara, come take my hand & ride with me out along the ridge. be my wild rose where the north wind blows by the hugging tree, where we cross the bridge. it’s dark in the cavern of fable & i blew my lines with you at the cocktail table. you say darling, you should know there’s a knitting needle inside my rose & i say that’s fine my wild rose, cuz there’s a silver coffin inside my clothes. with the book of the black situation the subway grotto boys boxed me in at the station & my first face tore off in the lid as they slid back the sky so satellite eyes find. the one who’s kind learns not to mind the taste bud eyes, when all the world’s a meal, the world gets so hungry oh-oh
& you say.. . .
dead boy, i’ll lay your head outside these walls of lead why not hold me instead past the colors we bled. painting so slo-o-o-o-o-w on the bed.
beautiful --- beautiful.
beautiful girl --- beautiful girl.
come ride ----- with me on the ridge.
catherine tara, catherine tara -- catherine tara, catherine tara.
come ride ----- with me on the ridge, come ride ----- with me on the ridge.
come ride -- come ride, come ride til we cross the bridge.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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12. |
The Beautifull Place
07:07
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The Beautifull Place
standing by the road our lives are for rent, i’m finally connecting with you in the wind. i smell the wish fresh on your skin, i feel your strength coming through your clothes, your hair’s in the sun, your hands in my coat. we’ll stay with friends tonight, tomorrow start a new life in the beautiful place.
i had a friend who grew hard & strange — we called him tough the thinker, god damn before he died to me, the times we spent here. shouting in the sun, aren’t you glad we’ve come -- yes -- blackberries in the broken fence along the road up to the university of kind souls, where the green hills sweep up to the the redwoods, down to the bay, in the beautiful place.
i worked in the city, you had moved on. i tasted the faces in the dark clubs, kissing thirsty for the river inside. wet my lips, but i never could find the beautiful place.
& you give me strength, cuz you know we’ll find our place in the meadow, where the highway cuts through every time. we’ve got no car, as i hold you in black in the golden grass, under the overpass, standing with me, you stick out my thumb & i kiss your shoulders bare, who sees us, you don’t care in the beautiful place.
now the beautiful place is strange to itself: nothing to go back to that doesn’t sit withering on the shelf. & you know the strangeness of things passing by while all that they mean slips & can’t hold inside, cuz the change gene’s been marketed, & the market rules for the people we fight — in the beautiful place.
the hot new thinker they call il prodigy drives his lexus by to make this his colony. from off our backs, he’ll take all we see: tries to look through me, & his windshield breaks. you say fuck that shit as he crashes & burns. i say it’s all right now, we can get past the turns: i can get from this crash in sight to where my heart beats ahead, took me awhile to find my way to where your heart beats ahead. it took me so long but i’m gonna stay now where our hearts beat ahead — where you have always known we can make our home among the living dead
in the beautiful place.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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13. |
The Tenants
09:47
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The Tenants
tales of twelve cities in our rented room. jane, you’re my lady, your heart stays in bloom. we tend our garden, our friends come to find — this land is ours from the inside. we are the tenants, the seasons are our home holy with all things, our feet are all we own & we’re sick of being told move on, this property’s been sold. but it’s all right to live light on the earth — no banker, no landlord, no cop can tell you your rights of birth when you love our family & our home.
walked from ben lomond, hitched to soquel, slept in orchards, seeing santa cruz in the hills, making our home from the inside, finding our way, my jane charge, as we ride.
crossed a dying meadow, concrete plant ahead, sun at our backs, the earth’s in cracks, you said 'you know how they say a bird’s feathers once were scales? one grass blade’s a sword, but you may sleep in a field & first people live by taking & selling, & what then? & you know how people say, this bird’s feathers are for sale?'
in la honda, laid ourselves to sleep, among trunks & stars so deep, making our home, from the inside, finding our way, my jane charge, as we ride.
you know how children pray to the night : if i die before i wake , i pray my soul will fly to join the greater life.
& you said, hold me, & we fell through the branches toward the center of the land.
in blackberry season, i taste your dark heat. they’d stripmine the gold in the soles of your feet. they’d patent your eyes if they could, for how you see this land is ours from the inside. the woods once were virgin, the streams clear & cold when men built the roads here, but that story’s old. jane, you’re my lady of things to unfold: this land is ours from the inside.
© Nate Scoble 2006
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14. |
Firelight 2
08:34
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Firelight
come carve our names, among all the lovers lit by the flames, in the big house in the cedars. wide porch creaking, with chairs of wicker full of skirts & jeans, that’s where i hold you. kissing cousins in the big pane window, cedar living room, dark floor all scuffed by shoes, huge hearth warms us, on the beat-up sofa spread with indian shawls, that’s where i kiss you. later on, pull a shawl round your shoulders, take my hand
later on, kisses come to you, someone upstairs bangs on a drum. one dog farts, & the fire pops. later on, the boys & girls crowd on this couch & burn for the furious mandolin strummer.
come to the stream, running to the city & the generations are weeping. we see them moving, as our shapes flicker on the dark walls, & we want to live & just let be.
put your arms round me, let me travel up you in the land of firelight, gliding like a canoe. flicker knowing, as the wind is blowing & in our eyes see me glow with you. later, tell me as we lie skin to skin how to hold you, when you’re frail as a child — how to hold you, in our corner when we’ve fallen to the place called you & i. later on, pull a shawl round your shoulders, take my hand.
later on, can we walk on the ridge, see the fog ride the redwoods, look up the coast — can we hold hands & feel it all live? later on, the boys & girls crowd on this couch & burn for the furious mandolin strummer.
© Nate Scoble 2002
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nate scoble Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles artist, writer, and musician / Photo by Christen Buchanan.
Early bands:
• The Blue Daisies
• What Makes Donna Twirl
• Future of Hell
• Mouthsore
• Lovegiver
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