There's something of a wind felt in Charlie's head, the expected kind, thin of October, the breath to which he was born. Charlie ain't at all surprised, not by the crush he finds, or the carrots they share. He sees the criminals flinching forms across the yard and around the shelves in the garage. Charlie sees his crush kicking a tree stump, its last fraction of life. Charlie's grown just a fraction and he knows he can keep count of everything he doesn't believe in infinity or hear the neighbors wind chimes, he just responds.
Hear the bagpipes from outside the home
Hear the church organ from the park
Charlie was a name from the old lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung
I'd never have guessed that I could forget how he kissed a rock with brand new thoughts that sent his blood rippling like a bed sheet. The criminals were sharpening their Japanese blades in the old garage where his crush had warned had been the stage of the death of an old tenant. Her name was Julianne and from what I understand she sold jewelry in the market square.
Hear the neighbors of respective lawns
Hear the myth each parent spoke
Charlie heard them pass from the young lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung
When the snow was falling and was settling high- with eager and quotas that pile on protectors and providers of families who are restless by ages cannoned in the halls of museums of galleries- Julianne Crowster went out to shovel the driveway, she felt a pain and she grabbed her chest and she fell like a flake, without expectation to the high, heavy piles that were growing restless 'til completely hidden like a first notion, searched for in the halls of museums and ages does the snow start to melt, the flakes returning, revealing Julianne, preserved and laying.
How come I can't hear her?
Why can't I discern those telling lips?-
The pair I only once heard sing
How am I supposed to believe them if
the snow that covers Julianne
falls steadily like it's routine?
Hear the crackling of the melting snow.
Hear the breath that made the lips part.
Charlie was a name from the old lady's lips
Charlie was a name to be sung.
credits
from Hum,
released December 1, 2017
Evan Dibbs- Vocals, Guitar, Banjo, Synthesizer
Justin Geyer- Keyboard
Andrei Kvapil- Bass
Alden Slack- Alto and baritone saxophone
Marco Spodek- Drums
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