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Corvine: Columns & Verses

by Aaron J. Burke

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emily jones aaron’s very specific phrases & delivery paired with all the albums so warmly toned instrumentation makes the listener feel as though they had been everywhere aaron had been & was recalling the same moments & memories . perfectly executed x Favorite track: Vinegar.
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1.
The Angelus 20:20
Upon dreaming: Red ribbons Tea stains on the counter A secret drawer waiting For my new encounter But somebody lives there And they do not know me From Turkey or Poland I cannot remember And Oisín is taken By the gold woven wonder Everyman is taken by the cloths woven in heaven And the reddleman, conflicted, is still missing Moses But with the body lethargic A streak of dead grey comes “Thats Ailsa Craig ravished” Eyes close by gallowglass Vision: Outer Hebrides What does that even try to be? That takes me down pebbles Still, perched on the hidden side That leads to the garden The buzz laden rostrum You’re there oh you’re there And that’s where you’re forever And its ‘ternoon, oh ‘ternoon Its ‘ternoon forever The Angelus resounded The Angelus just passed The man and the echo With his hand on the cold rock A butterfly perches Oh I know who that is The Angelus The Angelus The Angelus Upon thinking and hearing: Pittering on the pebbles We looked at each other In red trepidation Oh yes it was still, you Still, perched on the hidden side “Ah yes, and then, do you know? That I did hear it sing... ...eight times did I hear Him, move His divine pinion” And He did use His wings To flurry a shadow As we say so sweetly That “You carry a word”, Though it stood, He did so Setting for the first word: It was the turn of sun, The one true line was blurred He went on mentioning That He had heard a bid of woefulness For you had seen Him and He was self aware He knew about what He Was well known then to bare He fluttered off shyly, But was hourly replaced By others with their words Their words were like numb hits You ask me, quite real, And its then, that I notice, The look that was slashing “What was that? Do you know? oh please say, or leave here” The first word: “I love you, keep vigil with me tonight”. A word The word The word… *I have come to believe so many strange things because of experience, that I see little reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience. He I Ten words, to the ardent buttress Borne, wrapped, caul I am with you Of no avail untold, unmarried Ten birds to mention, with no malady, my aria I am with you Are as grist to the mill to Our lady’s fervent features I am with you May the speckled shackles fall From the hue of those days, withal I am with you You are not, still, frozen music You have not, hit that age I am with you. Quaint relics, in-handed marble, is not the ave. The ground’s as sure as stone. An air of pulsing parchment, little girl The jars hang full of questions, little girl. Under-vining, these rattling skies, is not the ave. The cradle, Sunday skin. These key things maybe present, little girl The tune is of your essence, little girl. If human-sung candescence, is not the ave. In all it’s maple clouted heart halls. There’s enough ways through it, little girl There are many chambers to it, little girl. Six days inside a mirror, is not the ave. A dilation flame. RE:M-embers in veiled reflections, little girl You’ll revel in yourself soon now, little girl. This warren of green curtains, is not the ave. In an Athean shroud. The darkened path revealed, little girl In relived absolutions, little girl Lace threads clear entwist, little girl You love that colour, don’t you, little girl An Esker span beneath, little girl Within hills of holy streams, little girl Flawed rhymes in elevens, little girl Be mindful of the chances, little girl Know that I am with you, little girl.
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Hear the sound of the slow engraving Ask your girl for your shadowed bravery The hungry fellow and the look in his eyes Oh, if you’d asked me any other time, I would do it But, I keep it down The smell of friends breath on your door step And the ash underneath your broken fingernails Scrap the people in your mind And bring your fears to me Ah, keep it down Feel the woody nature of this new morning Take your hand and hide you away Yesterday would’ve been the one Where I would see clearly from now on But, I keep it down The limelight looks in this comfortable hunger A mere response fire in the emerald evening Sometimes I see the shinings of content Oh the now dim flickerings I’m gonna have Ah, keep it down.
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Vinegar 10:51
Know these are not my legs I am not the one to use them Proving a mistrust in communication Soothing, this distrust in communication. Reading, fell asleep ‘neath A quarreling curtain of lace. Vision Divine. Black and white printed (leaves) On the side of your face, like vinegar to vine. Looking back at me, frolic young love! Askance a lantern wasp does glister Just ask anyone for sorrow Stands on the cusp of your gallowing gasper Like on athwart, think, from the peck In someone, direction A light fly glisters Lands gentle, the smoke stick Let the eyes drift off in soft rays slow blur Approaching the city, like the curved face of a flower smelling crone. Vessels, shelves, floats, echoes selves Shells, waterlogged wings, triggered personels Ortolan-Armagnac-Vinegar: pilfer, see, let us fast Enbitterned breed draffs and kens a looking-glass. Looking to me, frolic young love! It is tessellations in neon, for the ones The last den A grant, a cede of scintillesense Fancied for a fecund flash touchstone To the human face for joy For joy, the sex motif The light bug light blisters Set upon the odd illumination in to his heart A cigarette mating pattern in the kitchen. A playhouse, built, two thoughts prance Remember you, young spree In and around the pits of a glance Alone in the snow, two translucent beads . Omitted trinkets: On your ledge! (Tipples to cistern: Delivery) Bestowed by said glow fly Endowed by this lantern bug In the brume, suggestion sparks Missing angelshaped rosarians, Rose shaped gaps rose from the gaps in the road Up to the bluelime highrise piercing the wind. And I thought of the time that I touched your outline. A band of denizens, marring A kind of retrograde - let you crack this case Sooth suffering noth guth buoybing trine mothering.
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Tender Boats 05:29
Tender boats drift in and out The left hand side of fathers mouth The right sides where I sit, the south And I see you kiss yourself to sleep, on both sides. Marina sings her same old song Passing over little golden drinks And mothers sheets are hanging low There’s a seldom sense or thought of you. Oh, it’s a thin ol' moon And the ropes they seem to rise and click On a sea that somehow speaks to you Better than your current company In an air that likes to balance that As it whips the side of your quivering jawline. The vaults above hold chains, with words That never moved but now they swing Aggressively and drip with lust And hold you up, with reflections of the way that you were, as a fine young thing. Where you take your slumber Is where I'll meet you at the end Underneath your golden arc Or seeking favors from a friend. Whistling in the attic
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No Blocks 02:43
With the structure undetermined and the human glow is headward Passed the line blear or hereafter, the sand-waters stria bedim Veil derma area beclear, when the human glow is headwise Third purse logos locus waning, loss tar in unmined believings. No angest more less deeper, surrounding deep nonreal jamais Inspontaneous intrusions, through the drift on charnel house street And the redbath wrist sluices, is still not a dream threat to you Ignoring avoid no blockings, like the dolly zoom was sideways. Felt like swampy dao, you in this weedy weedy dao Like the floating world in pictures, of fragmented cement mic mac That chose flight upon the numbers, I attributed the wrong words To appropriate connections, but now there is no need for the labels, No Blocks. Clap cup slitsch sununder, like the faceless bear Sans Souci Face splotsch I have left conundrum, in my enigmatic refuge The uncanny feeling faceness, now look up drip and the mirror Is confirming yourself to you.
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Laughing with you, Smelling Perfume, Myself that I'm beside, Sitting with you.
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Covet 04:49
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Potholes sunken into this crooked ground Cause the wagon of this holy man To slowly rattle with tremoring echo And shake the walls, hear his recently found hanging jars I awoke in a spectacular rain of glassy song That fell down into my slumbering ears This ring comes slowly, it’s never a shock It sometimes will take years The long blades of grass that stand with pride Through the gravel scrape the underside of his now teetering ride Sending a leafy aroma, forewarning, to my now dewy eyes The chewed on pebbles, they crackle under the tolling guise The boomering moon throwing light on them as they spit around But the escort’s not there, it’s not real The foot fodder of my mind -That’s just a part of getting by. It flashes around you for a while, in a slow approach Ah Fixerman, stay home, make it a slow approach “I ripped your dress today I killed the kids, hold on to your blissful innocence” I woke I woke my mother I woke my father I woke my father’s mother With this song. You said you had a pain that brewed. "These things take a while sometimes Hold yourself by what you know to be true I can see the light in your eyes You're special, though people don’t let you know They’ll listen when your beautiful notions show You shouldn’t ponder mislaid love Your eyes they seem to ask me why” -That’s just a part of getting by. Your screaming black hair My two year old impression Another rattle Your sunny disposition My six year old feet In the wind Another wanderer Your distance from me My will to understand you And your subtle ways Your caring voice Another jar Your closeness to me My lack of caring Oh my older youth The flaw of me today I will miss you Another ring Your growling sentiment Your chair in our house Your hats a hanging You weren’t a red man Your cattle mooing Grass is growing all around you Another crackle Your softer sentiment Your distance from me The sweets in your car Your unthreatening ways Your distance from me The confusion with your name I can relate to Another scrape Your perfect penmanship Your care for my love My distance from you Your letters I never read Your drawings upon drawings Better than my songs Your compassionate ways Stronger than I am Another bump in the road The warmth you bring me My talent to do no wrong Your crossword puzzles My six year answers Your path to the garden which has since then shown me To be more gentle To be more graceful To be more caring Oh my soul The fate of the folks we know Our longing to know them The fate of the unknown folks Our longing to know them Our longing to know them Our distance from them Our longing to know them Our distance from them Forever tolling Forever tolling Forever tolling Potholes sunken into this crooked ground
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The night comes in pieces The day it knows no bounds My baby sleeps in silence The nature of this town The crows and the buzzards They fly around and 'round The children know no other The nature of this town.

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This album is dedicated to Amy M. Quist, the Caulfields, the Faughnans, the Burkes, magpies, friends, the afterlife, the muse, those suffering from DPDR, and the sovereignty of the individual.

Thanks to Amy Quist, My Family, Reuben & Melissa Knights, Mandy Cooper, Chris Guirl, Shyyon Lari, Shaun Williams, Alex Angell, Ross Morgan, Jeremy Theall & The Wemön Street Team.

To a less divided decade.

The human glow is headwise x

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released January 1, 2020

This is the first album of the decade based on the UTC+14:00 time zone.

All songs written & performed by Aaron J. Burke.
Tracks 1, 2 & 6 recorded by Reuben D. Knights.
Track 4 recorded by Reuben D. Knights & Aaron J. Burke.
Reuben D. Knights performs various instruments on tracks 1, 2, 4 & 6.
Amy M. Quist recites a line written by William B. Yeats on track 1.
Mandy Cooper performs Cello on tracks 4 & 7.

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