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A Blackbird Teaches The Alphabet!

by A Blackbird en Route

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1.
A 03:51
we're letting our smiling become temporary confirmation to make connection to reality and the last time I felt weary the bridges between memory are tenuous so we'd best remain cautious and fortunate through our addictions to shelter and aesthetic we'll leave focus defeated and fold under pressure that's equal in part to our social anxieties another night that we thaw out our dinners and eat with disposable utensils we are quick and efficient entertained and lethargic not concerned with how we identify ourselves from the charming voices that dance in our heads it's all for show a cruel resonance like crooked marble has us feeling frantic, slanted sometimes adventurous but even the fool knows how to get down to business well life is so short, but it's feeling too long
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you've got straw insides revealed plainly in candle light a touch to the flame could set your soul alight and you've got button eyes the kind you might go to a store and buy they're sewn on stiff and crookedly aligned what a disguise will it protect you for all of time well I've got a feeling you won't keep the birds away tonight
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B 04:47
you'll catch no reward for being scatter-brained all the time or complaining that your new set of skin has some freckles taking up space splitting hairs while cotton ball ears soak every drop of blood out of every word said well it's keeping me warm to know that imperfection stays flexible I'll just pretend I know what is beautiful that each mistake made is adjustable you won't catch a break for being a scaredy-cat all the time or bending into uncomfortable shapes and pretending you've found your place you've got color dripping from your brow like beads of sweat I can paint it, I can frame it, I can hang it on my wall another night spent alone writing down these lines you can keep them, you can love them, you can hide them all away and as they're sitting at the base of a hollow trunk I can paint it, I can frame it, I can hang it on my wall and we'll just close the door on creativity, board up the windows so it can't peer inside we'll keep framing mediocrity as abstract and give it a place in our homes
4.
C 05:35
go on and break out the champagne we'll learn to overstep boundaries and preserve this ego well let's not utter another word and try to stay faithful to the world that we love it's hard to be grateful when you've given up so set aside any fear of yourself, or face it head on just never forget what it feels like to checkout and live withdrawn it seems in light of recent events we've been compelled to recreate every affirmation and dissent the occasional sleepless night an assortment of evaporative traits a false desire to rejuvenate a face full of weathered lines to accentuate your fierce puppy dog eyes an impressionable aura such as this no longer leaves me doubtless see, all along we've been carefully devised to cast each expression in our likeness
5.
a sunrise, a sunset a wasted friendship
6.
E 04:57
a nervous self imposed tendency a youthful memory a weak awakening to a dangerous humidity where it's hard to breathe and a crime to speak in the city street our threat can only increase then home, sweet home halfway desires can ruin a morning a noon and a night a re-imagining of an unlikely reality and our need to conceive a moving melody a line that sticks for eternity can it be achieved? we're graceful in dance languid and petite to connect within a frame full of promise and relief we're all aware of shortcomings lets spend today to be complete we're all aware of shortcomings just trying to find a balance a strong enlightening in a safe aridity where no one has ever drowned and there is sanity in finding some will to believe that harsh thoughts can only recede then home, sweet home halfway desires can ruin a morning a noon and a night
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F 05:32
if the page would bleed anxiety a steady flow of ink and tragedy it would be satisfying my need for distance some halfway sense of belonging to the wicked and vane if there was ever a reason to adapt we'd better find it cross-eyed, but aware of surroundings and gasping for air trying to slow a head that's spinning and the walls will trace the lines of escape approval of another day spent inside asking a reflection for support and unnecessary comfort an exchange of past and present neglect for future thoughts now hands remain possessive I'm scared they always will an apathetic notion for this unsuspecting chill imagine how exciting to be truly lost for the first time some suggest we trade ourselves for those whispering voices when doubts consume the moments and blemish our time with assumption it's beneficial to wait it out or else maybe seem embarrassed, or pathetic well we're trying to turn it around can we tread the surface of water and empathize take to the beach start a fire, spend the night if indifference can inspire it will chase us throughout our lives with no shoes and feet worn can we stand to walk on by
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G 03:20
letters made from hands words that are poised and mean to contend the very idea of existence and the reasons we can find release the northern window lets in the autumn breeze developing curiosity a young raven falls from it's nest archived philosophy on the rusty hinge of an unopened door serpents crawl underneath our chairs there's perfect candle placement for cheerful dinner guests and I just notice the grooves in the wooden table the eastern window lets in the rising sun and I spend more time analyzing conversation than creating it the western window lets in the smell of the fields we find delight in company like a daydream captured for a short time and bite our tongues at the thought of ourselves behaving feverishly we become so small the southern wall has no window it reminds me of home
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This album composed and recorded in its entirety by A Blackbird En Route in a bedroom in Florence, Arizona.

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released January 1, 2016

Shane Lawton, Eric Edelmann, Gina Mastroianni - Album Art

Weston Wrzesinski - Song Composition, Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Guitar, Vocals, Lyrics
Mike Igano - Guitar, Lyrics, Mixing
Eric Edelmann - Bass, Lyrics, Mixing

Kesh Bhamitapadi - Mixing, Mastering

Special thanks to everyone else that was involved

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A Blackbird en Route is an experimental rock project started in Seattle, Washington by Weston Wrzesinski and Mike Igano.

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