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Treasure hunting prose Searching for the truths that sometimes Only fiction shows On the edge of understanding, I Let my Converse take me From Philosophy to Early Man Oh, but you play the Dunlop Black Max Graphite You’re going to bury them Curing loneliness Your mother’s quirky phrases, and your Heavy, endless Jest Flipping to an endnote brings me Just a little closer To what it means to be a human being Oh but you play the Dunlop Black Max Graphite You’re going to bury me Hating your MacArthur The baggage and the gown You may have gotten through it But the Nardil really let you down Once again with hope I’ll cycle through the canon And emerge with some new mote Some little thing that gets me. Oh I, Don’t always like The way it makes me feel I’m embarrassed at my jealousy Oh but you play then Dunlop Black Max Graphite You’re going to bury me
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Back in Bosworth When the horses were my disappointment I lay broken against the bridge While the usurpers chanted Crying “God Save The King.” You came to your capitol From the wild mountains of Wyoming Propelled by old connections And the men of higher commerce Who find gold in the arms of suffering And I cried, “Treason, treason, treason” As they pulled me to the ground When you used the same word It’s was for different reasons And you brought the whole world down Two boys, young princes Not by my hand to that tower taken Though commands that murdered thousands Issued out from your high office They call me the King of Villains And you cried, “Freedom, Freedom, Freedom!” With the Smirk at your right hand Then you smothered dissent Under an iron blanket That you’d spread across your land Long years I’ve listened To the false tales ‘bout my mind and body Twisted into horrors By the victors of the Roses To cement their claims to title I see your torment How you ache to be remembered fairly It took England’s greatest writer To reduce me to a monster Tell me, who will lie for your name And you’ll cry “Reason, reason, reason” Trying to justify your deeds But the world knows well The winner’s voice is loudest In the tomes of history
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The Known Universe (free) 03:33
It takes a year For the light from you to reach me now And in that time I’ve hardly seen you move Staring from your chair You pull your collar in And linger on the promise Of what we might have been And when I get To the place beyond all waves etheric Past every song Or bonfire light that’s shone You’ll make up your mind To put away your ring And I’ll begin to notice That I can’t feel a thing That’s how I’ll know That I’m falling Even without Wind against my skin That’s how I’ll know That I’m falling Falling in There’ll come a time When I finally start to lose myself To drift apart Like morning mist in sun I’ll struggle to hold on Like holding on to rain Until you follow after To be with me again I won’t even know That I’m falling When there isn’t Wind against my skin How can I know That I’m falling Falling in
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Hurricane Wind (free) 03:43
Sixteen Weeks Of undone plans Sailing circles In search of secret lands Through swells or slack sheets Or through needle prick rain Out from Freeport Bound for Taprobane Where maidens wait to bless us If our fortune begins But we’ll need hurricane winds To bring this ship on in Beautiful monsters Kept us lost In azure water At terrible cost But we fixed all our damage And sealed all of the cracks ‘till lack of water Forced us to turn back When we risked shattered timbers For the feel of the ground Hoping for hurricane winds To turn our ship around I heard someone searching for an open door Asking questions I didn’t have an answer for So I prayed to whoever Wouldn’t leave us alone To send a hurricane wind To bring our ship back home In the sunset Of this life With full grown family And contented wife I fill my role as Pater And provide quiet laps Tell tales about the days When there were holes in the maps And look past the breakers To the open lanes Dreaming of hurricane winds To take me out again
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Peking Man is a dangerous thing When it contradicts the teaching The five-boned hand and the angel’s wing Should really get along But there’s profit in obfuscation Motivation for willful ignorance Questions leading to other questions Are usually best suppressed Elliptical paths are truthful things As they were in the beginning The Sun declined from its perfect ring Didn’t change but in our minds Don’t force faith into an equation Draw conclusions before there’s evidence Let the data dictate the message Make good use of that good fence Pricker men will hunt you down To discredit what you’re saying They’ll swim your words in a river brown With confusion heaven sent Telling lies in defense of dogma Letting silver describe the arc of thought Melting ice can have different meanings Than hegemony has bought Thinking men are dangerous things When they contradict the teachings
6.
A Quest For Water (free) 02:29
Nothing growing here All color gone We’re going to start our journey east Squinting at the sun We’re on a sovereigns quest for water And we won’t be back `til summer When the sun comes down On our homes Feed on golden rays That never soak the ground We’re gonna slide down the errant face Burnishing the sand We’re on a sovereigns quest for water Shearing off the tops of the asters Paint the golden wheel And we won’t stop `til our eyes turn Showing us the path To take us home The cedar in our shoes Makes it hard to walk but it’s worth it The stones are opportune But they’re heavier than the fourth of The load were carrying to The little lake to the North of Where we’re supposed to be To make it home
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Beirut (free) 03:10
Beirut Transport planes Over the cotton fields that day More than a hundred Glances, between us speculate What we didn’t know And the wind came in A shelter floor Feels cool against the skin Unless it’s crowded And humid, with people gathering Waiting to see And the wind came in You were angry At the thousands in Kings Square Looked at me with disappointment When you found out I’d gone there How I wish I could have told you What I’d beenlooking for that night But you never let me finish You just thought that you were right She spoke her grief Over the boy in the café In words I didn’t know yet Until you could tell me what they meant Trying to learn And the wind came in

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released June 3, 2010

Special thanks to Jim W. for the cover design.

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The Little Miracles of Misanthropy Tempe

The Little Miracles of Misanthropy is Tempe, AZ singer/songwriter Ben Jacobs. Ben writes and performs thought provoking, indie-folk driven acoustic music that explores nature, history, literature, and the simple struggle to be good humans.

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