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JazzN2: Windy Breathe

by nate scoble

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1.
mazatlan 09:01
MAZATLAN mazatlan, silver swan, mirror-mouth south, face in my hands foam-haired fawn, stucco dawn, melting mermaid, sandcastle man when our salt praise of blue dolphin waves, navel-to-navel naves, kiss kisses miss of tired azul mazatlan, you are in reach when we’re just a beach entonces, mi marisol tus pechos iris cara, caemos, vol venga, azul y gris es hora, mi marisol tus pechos iris caemos, mi caracol venga, azul y gris nate s. may 1978 (in mazatlan with steve bainbridge) — 03 - 08 - 10
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sea ponies 07:46
sea ponies little sea pony pussycat wants to ride with you, should i say, til our black turns blue away, on our waves little sea pony pussycat wants to ride with you, far away, where our black is blue foamy grottos spray little sea pony, little sea pony pussycat wants to ride with you, should i say, til our black turns blue away, on our waves coral carnaval organs play on the briney bottom each pearl gleams so dully til brought to the blue breasts of day little sea pony, little sea ponies in a mazatlán parade a bubble-starred mantilla in a sea-changed princess’s hair who cries may i ride with you, may our tide again be fair blue dolphin curling on blue, like you i am long from air in silver webs of spiderweeds, our navel nave azul is bare our whisking whiskers waved, but deep in the sight of sea ponies, held in their solemn gaze, we slip away — gone, gone we slip away — gone, gone, we slip away — gone, gone, gone, gone, gone the ocean knew how i love you, before i knew how she’s mapped stranger currents that flew you far, silver star while my casket of gold turned blue, little sea ponies, with your manes foamy, ride my scarlet dawn parade silver stolen eye-pearls, do you leave me encased in coral beneath these seaweed memories, shifting sand boundaries might i be free to just be the way a sea pony sees far off in night, far out of sight, might hold you tight on, on, on on on a sea pony little sea pony pussycat wants to ride with you, should i say, til our black turns blue away, on our waves little sea pony, little sea pony nate s. 1987 - 03 — 2010 - 07 - 16
3.
faith 05:58
faith faith, you give me hope though i may not be still with you long, in my agitation love’s strong upper galilee is cold all in this late november evening, to jerusalem, bus weaving i’m dressed in a schoolboy’s coat and now my belly’s full with hunger, but i play a stainless guitar and i know my place is near it’s only fair that i can’t see, if on a wing i am flown near and faith, i smell you near and you are calm, and i say slowly, oh faith, kiss me like blind fingers read it feel my heart beat, please don’t bleed it though you need me to be holy heal me with your touch, i call you beautiful, beautiful! heads turn, we let them, faith! for this is beautiful, beautiful! i can be calm, now i’m with you! and this is beautiful you speak slowly faith, cherish my hope and hold me the length of judea, with her tawny hills and apple let’s eat bread, if there’s no wine when we arrive in the old city, with her saints collapsed in corners worn as hollow as the stones and ancient steps but children run on them, and no fear can blunt our wonder as they hold their colored coats their parents wove for them to take off, like i feel you in the morning, faith, i dream and you are real you stand before me — are you naked? i can’t see you, yet i feel you and i’m shivering til we touch this is the nature of the air here, facing east to the skull mountains are you with me, feel me blush nate s. 1986 - 11 — 2010 - 04 - 22 —
4.
simple equation ama ocean cup, swim and let me brim you up rave your navel poetry, we need not speak of knowing, just wanting you & me & we to be where our love’s such a wondrous affair our fair’s such a fine sail to sea where we stretch our tightrope, flying our hope, dolphin, sea-lion, sea-circus, circle me every child knows, we are went for ecstasy kissing past all poetry we are ours for the asking, just basking on the beach, and now we reach where our love’s such a wondrous affair our fair’s such a fine place to be giving sight to our flight, hold our rope tight, rave your navel sea-circus, circle me ama, ask me, are you fond of equations like my flower = your sea woman, tell me, we’re that simple equation that we work out for today we work out today. all right! (cavalcade) a simple equation! ama smiling sea, we are went for ecstasy. . . a simple equation my darling = my darling darling = my darling = my darling darling that we work out today darling darling (on the beach in reach, today) nate s. 1978 — 2010 - 04 - 22 —
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basilicas 08:50
basilicas castella bluenaves, are we playing by the sea easy-free over the waves do i hear you speak to me? speak to me! when i speak it’s of the night in building faces of pale wedding cake basilicas where the lamb is always slaughtered font, moisten my forehead with centuries, my throat’s choked, where’s water? who am i to say let me help find your stolen friend who shut your blinds when you were ten when they lay his liver in the road beneath the boots of the column of ghosts your sniper keeps us in his sights they trained him too well in sniper school he keeps shooting ghosts back to life. castella bluenaves, we are laying by the sea easy-free over the waves i hear you say, speak to me — speak to me! speak to me deep in the night of building faces of pale wedding cake basilicas where the lamb is always slaughtered font, moisten my forehead with centuries, my throat’s choked, where’s water? who am i to say how do we snore so wide awake? but we’ve pulled this flag out of our hearts where the hero’s still staked in the tide the dead anchorman tells you, he’s still alive! your sniper keeps us up all night but we’ve found out, he’s no terrorist he’s just shooting us another wish as we embrace among the drowning fish. nate s. 2004 - 04 - 21 — 2010 - 04 - 22
6.
i tell myself i tell myself you’re close why not fly the high of my having arrived i know that sense of humor cries don’t you pass me by i’m not the one who slowed your slower paper, scissors, stone, and i know, why not, you’re close i’m convinced as i turn soft as steel in your power my lost found flower. nate s. 2009 - 03 - 02 — 2010 - 04 - 22
7.
windybreathe (in honor of Bob Enevoldsen) my little mushroom, so eager to bloom, you’ve got all our frightened neighbors rushing into the room, on our lawn, crying Mayday Mayday, your devil girl she stings well, my cauldron is cooking the bones of your king ... to sing an ... unreal ... thing. windybreathe — as i pull / power burn / out of your canyon, blue fly eyes you gush to join our friends, to fly / whose love in pine daylight whose day eats night / eats to consume my magic so black’s as big / as trust, i find windybreathe — L.A. needs kissing / as you kiss me it’s / witchy river honey / pine in foam i gush to where our friends’ tail lights / pulse red in deadpalm night i have no home / save for your chrome, on my engine, as you’re astride, and butterflies & bugs / pour over us, our sea lives... / our sea lives...but how long? morning’s strung in radiant / sun grin, twisting in the wind scarred by code of carved career / warm’s shaved body’s stiffening my eyes touch your forehead, magnify / our brains, locust meat’s out, on the scorched coast folds, washed in foam, hold me close, as we roll down the slope, joined at the hope —she’s not sick! —don’t hold your breath —she’s not sick! —don’t hold your breath —she’s not sick! —can you swim under her —can you swim under her —waves full of dead —can you swim under her —i... i... —can you swim under her —i... i... —turn, look at the land windybreathe — drinkstein, the / droll troll calls, here’s a / werewolf toast, girl / howl for the führer as his blast cars bubble through your black forest bones... and dig the POWER BURN — ama stripped / to waste cries, digging / her baby out of ... mmm...bricks—sunfire— draped flags—brighteyes... sing for awhile... and then the MMM—MMM—MMM i was wrong about everything / barely with you / now, going down skinned lamb, oh skinned lamb... waterfoul / peace ... breathe ... (and then the power burn ... and then the windybreathe ... and then the power burn ... windybreathe...) i can learn your bivalve bursting through the mouth of smoke to clear our throats, ellipse blue emerald seaswell skies sax in tide pools, my wave’s at your breasts i’m glassy now, redswells bivalve breathing you’re glassy now, windy bivalve breathing windybreathe sunset, help me dirty round your curves to our slow rainbow pearl nate s. 5/1/98 — 2009 - 10 - 27
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clime climb 06:04
CLIME CLIMB battle at the western outskirts clime climb u -p UP eveself troth outskirts clime climb climbs and are your eyes a deeper hue what’s your girl think so? clime climb climbs are we at the west gate t’ch’you ayn dublin reverence the west edge alta vista s’in sight i and i we still can abide lebensraum a faire and aye les affaires a faire being cut strands causeways we still can abide i and i les a faire affair being cut slit causeways i and i we still / can abide nate s. 2009 - 11 - 08

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Is it 'jazz'? Maybe a colored coat like Joseph's, of many hues and states, presented the listener, that [s]he may wear it well about the mind and body, in keeping with the original meanings of the word. The emphasis is on 'heavy' music: the kinds of rewards 'easy listening' cannot give. Compositions written and performed by NM Scoble

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released September 4, 2011

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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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