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Michigan

by Lucas Powell

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indivisible is an empty word we're all fractured now, different worlds we're all exhausted and feeling the same desperately searching for a safe place so my home is also your home and my table's not mine alone you are welcome here, you're welcome here to tell your stories and sing your songs tales of suffering, rights and wrongs I can't save you, no blood to spare so gather 'round the table with those who care all my loved and enemies too from distant places to Kalamazoo "all ye weary," friends and foes all you people, young and old
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Elohim 03:08
there's a short stone wall on a hill by the tree where the gallows friends pay their fees and the red stained grass by the shaking man's feet know not the name of Elohim they call me liar and they used to be right before my heart changed its mind and my eyes changed their sight and I used to believe that love never died before my hands fell short of my feet's desire the lights 'round here used to warmly glow but in with the new and out with the old my dirt engraved shoes, and the empty trees preyed on the blood of my precious disease
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Mt. Olympus 02:15
I'd rather be starving to death than starving to live I'd rather be praying to nothing than giving up hope I'd rather be storing up stories than protecting myself I'd rather lose those I love than only love myself I'd rather be crying at 3 am than be false in my head
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Firmament 04:39
in his dark night of the soul St. John walked with his eyes closed "it's the only way to truly know we can trust the way that our feet go" you never tried to walk that way instead, suspecting the barricade I never understood why you were cold something when you were a kid I'm told you were empty in your father's eyes, the only thing from himself he despised and on the wrong side of your firmament, when you looked at me you saw him do I remind you of all the hurt? do I remind you of feeling unheard? do I remind you of feeling uncertain? do I remind you of feeling worthless your friendship's like a trojan horse deceitful in size of force I thought you were somebody safe who knew the things you'd try to take somewhere on Dakota plains you told the love of my life that we should wait "do you love him or love itself and if you trust him do you love yourself?"
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Judas Iscariot, the money you weren't paid yet empty change purse, just staring down the Lord oh tell us your reasons, oh tell us the moment when you first felt the call to sell him out you fall to your knees crying "please God, oh please, won't you just pack up and move on? the Father you weren't, nor the shepherd of my herd you were just another man to me, leave me alone!" was it God's providence or was it his magic hand? did you just feel it within? the change for perfume, a cheap pair of new shoes or a drink to wash your guilt down he learned the guitar, he sang songs for the Lord he'd have the congregants all down on their knees if you'd just squint your eyes, it seemed like they idolize the man with the coins and the strings
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Colors 02:39
Lord, please forgive me of my transgressions and my greed please, make my heart bleed so I may love her the way she loves me how many blue whales won't make it home? how many times will I turn my own heart to stone? because the colors still shine bright in a sinners eye and the dead sea and his friends are no friends of mine
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isn't it funny how lemon ice-cream isn't sour but is sweet? kinda reminds me of a girl who only exists inside my dreams I'm just kidding, someone just asked me to write them a song about lemon ice-cream, does that make me look so wrong? if you think i'm fake then gladly tell it to my face now I'd rather know the truth than live with doubt inhabiting that place now we won't find the truth hidden between our selfish beliefs now the sour reality will come with the sweet relief now or so they say there are people within my life who remind me everyday off all the steps that I have taken and all wrong turns along the way am I really cursed? there are things much worse than misreading the GPS seven billion people and I can tell you some do more and some do less take a glimpse and tell me what you see are these memories of you or God "fixing" me? 'cause the memories will still remain even if we heal the wounds and cleanse the stains
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Marigold 02:34
God don't leave her there alone among the frost and frozen snow cremate her so she'll never be cold spread her ashes among marigolds read her poems in the spring as they grow peaceful weathered ground refines new from old when you die i'll swallow my pride and shed a tear at your casket's side and pray that trees and beautiful things are all you find in the mystery
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Mother 03:37
mother, why don’t you know me? mother, why don’t you love me? Is it something that i did? Is it the fact that I exist at all? mother, why don’t you know me? mother do you miss me? am I a scar on your chest, a parasite clung to your breast? mother why didn’t you hold me? mother are we a family? am I a living mistake, a breathing trigger for shame? mother, why do you fear me? mother, are you just like me? do you sleep sound every night? do you just push me out your mind and rest?
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Michigan 04:52
oh, Michigan, how I've longed for your divorce my feet are your roots, my fears are your remorse skin on my skin, her trees were made of bone barefoot parade along Holland's favorite shore 0h, Michigan, when did it grow so cold? you were my desire and I was left with none to hold tell me, was it the day that my grandfather did pass? my feet no longer roamed, I was caught up in a cast oh you cried when we were left to stand oh my child, did you dry your eyes with sand? oh, Michigan, you had took me by surprise as wheat bowed its heads and turn brown on August nights we wandered 'round, children of the greater beast silence in our souls and abandon in our feet oh, you died in July before our fishing trip oh, you died before I could even miss your voice
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we packed the car and set off north of the Chippewa River we found the leaves had changed their clothes air so cold, under coats we still shivered I was not in tune with the trail ahead of us I was not immune to the seasonal metamorphosis I swore I saw your face in the fog I swore I heard you try to talk I am not so good at goodbyes I can't let your hand slip from mine but there comes a time when you can no longer try Jacob saw a king and gave him a coat of colors he recognized your gleam among stubborn, jealous brothers as many may say I'm a lot like him I find myself shoving David down a well again so please, let me go, let me go I don't wanna be the one lost from the ninety-nine oh please, let me go let me choke on my rope, let me carve out my own roads oh please, just let me go I don't want your heavenly host, I don't want your Holy Ghost I wanna be free

about

“You live in a deranged age - more deranged than usual, because despite great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.”-Walker Percy


This album is a bunch of risks, fears, cries for help, poetic justice (and injustice), bagel sandwiches and black coffee, abandonment, glorification, transubstantiation, God and/or a lack thereof, set to music in common keys and time signatures.

"The peculiar predicament of the present-day self surely came to pass as a consequence of the disappointment of the high expectations of the self as it entered the age of science and technology. Dazzled by the overwhelming credentials of science, the beauty and elegance of the scientific method, the triumph of modern medicine over physical ailments, and the technological transformation of the very world itself, the self finds itself in the end disappointed by the failure of science and technique in those very sectors of life which had been its main source of ordinary satisfaction in past ages."-W.P.

[placeholder sentence to mark redacted comment thanking someone who I'm not longer thankful for....Iykyk].

Thank you Ben for writing songs with me and always listening to the dirt and telling me there are diamonds in it. Thank you to my friends, Josh and Michael for being there for me always. Thanks to the people at LCC for letting me follow what I love and borrowing equipment (without asking). Thanks to my neighbor Mark for never complaining about the loud noise. Thanks to ex-lovers, dead relatives, unsupportive authority figures, and spiritual letdown for giving me something to write about. Thanks to those who make it to every gig; it means the world.

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released August 13, 2021

Lucas Powell - Vocals, Banjo, Acoustic/Electric Guitar, Percussion, Bass, Synth/Programming, Melodica, Songwriting, All other noises, distracting and not distracting, intentional and unintentional
Taylor Greenshields - Drums

Produced by Lucas Powell
Mixed and Mastered by Daniel Zansaby (Eureka Studios)
Recorded remotely at several locations in Michigan

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