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Desert Fire

by The Floral Clocks

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1.
You had a library Of discarded books Some were mildewed Some had pages missing And the stories shared By candle light Their characters Battered and bruised Torn pages torn With love Words are always Necessary Even when they Lead you nowhere The flames are torn From a candle One by one you watch How they disappear And the library Lies beneath the waves With an armchair In every cave Torn pages torn With love Words are always Necessary Even when they Lead you nowhere
2.
Red Shirt 04:17
He would always stroll past the concrete wall wearing a red shirt as if on holiday For his defiance they placed him under floodlights in the security zone One night he dreamed he was transported on a neon highway through the gates of hell To his surprise he found himself in a luxury resort with a negative sun overhead and the hot sand beneath his feet
3.
Desert Fire 02:19
It’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just endless desire It’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just this desert fire The night wind is cold And flecked with uranium I must have grown old My blood is getting Somewhat thin But I need enough gold To take you away from him And it’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just endless desire It’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just this desert fire I look in the mirror And see a bounty hunter I may not survive This wilderness For another winter But my heart keeps ticking Like a Geiger counter And it’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just endless desire It’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just this desert fire Someday I’ll have to choose Between the noose and the light But I’ve staked my claim On your soul And I won’t lose you Without a fight And it’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just endless desire It’s not greed, it’s not greed It’s just this desert fire
4.
What am I? 02:29
What am I? I have no whereabouts What am I? I’m a discarded hairbrush What am I? I’m the Mississippi What am I? I’m six foot three What am I? I’m a shot in the dark What am I? I punched a hole in Noah’s ark What am I? I’m a chemical weapon What am I? Nothing ever happened What am I? I’m so glad you asked What am I? I’m a broken glass What am I? I’m random DNA What am I? I never saved the day I never saved the day
5.
Hurricane 02:42
You're always falling into the wind like Buster Keaton or being battered about by oversized boxing gloves A hurricane removes the roof of your house a cannonball rolls down a long staircase Halfway up the sky climbing a wax ladder the rungs begin to melt and he finds himself suspended like Wile E. Coyote in the blue A hurricane removes the roof of your house a cannonball rolls down a long staircase
6.
Canyons 03:27
Sometimes you fall Out of the air For someone And you’re by their side Walking with them In silence For there are no words Left to say And the clouds In the distance Are bright bright red From a great fire And you’re walking In silence With empty hands Between the canyons For there is nothing Left to say
7.
Florida angels In their underwater world Appear to girls as girls And to boys as boys They’re elusive To the touch So smooth and Androgynous Florida angels Fall in love now and then Avec les hommes o les femmes But only on a whim And not that often They’re elusive To the touch In their waves Of phosphorus Florida angels Say a prayer when someone dies And is carried by the tide All the way to Cuba All the way to Cuba
8.
Ghost horses, ghost wagons a wooden highway once stretched across the Arizona desert. Between two poles of politeness and disrespect rocks are moving of their own volition. Ghost rocks ghost mission Ghost rocks on a ghost mission
9.
His search for the reclusive writer of perfect love songs Took him to Lake Merritt “If I had another relationship it would be with someone like you” He sang to himself beside the blank expanse of water Observing the cars on an interstate turnpike he wondered if his search was in fact for America Perhaps the most perfect of all love songs would be for an America long ago sealed over with asphalt and cement
10.
The Great Emancipator freed himself from his shadow and stepped into the unknown At first the slightest movement blurred his vision and then he found his balance and the world began to flow Although he tried to tell his colleagues about the pleasure of placing one foot in front of another they were all too deep in thought Stopping by the coastline he surveyed the distant islands and while his taxi waited the day came to and end and remained in the same place
11.
Olin Hotel 03:18
Shadows fall outside the Olin Hotel where phantom typewriters drift through the corridors She fell asleep in her room of amphoras, the acanthus curtains drawn against the light Someone in a dream whispered, “You are a writer, here is your desk” But the weight of the words the ink stains the scratches in the wood— all reminded her of a childhood she wanted to forget
12.
In retirement their parents became somewhat irreverent and even frivolous It was true that the young people enjoyed themselves on festive occasions But as they grew older they preferred to spend time in the ancient churches and other places of worship Then the day came a day out of a fairytale when they entered the House of the Sun and were never seen again
13.
Each Spring from sunrise to sunset his grandfather picked daffodils in the muddy fields of southern England Wallace Monument the place where his ancestors defeated the English Army 246 steps into the cold sky His own father detested flowers and would scorch the earth in a distant land Later in life as part of his penance he forced himself to confront every floral clock in every city he visited
14.
Geronimo 02:21
A pile of stones In skeleton canyon Marks the place where Geronimo surrendered To the U.S. cavalry So many braves died In those mountains As an old man He sold photographs Of himself (25 cents each) Now they’re harvesting Dust In Montana Under a hazy brown sky Nobody knows That death travels south Nobody knows Where Geronimo died
15.
What is it? Half-light Half-dark Seeming to be there Seeming to be absent The gun-metal glint of awareness lost In a flock of seagulls I have no idea how many times I've changed my mind with a mind determined not to change Everything remains Under consideration From the cracks is the asphalt To the Andromeda galaxy

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Desert Fire is our debut album. Several of the songs were inspired by postcard images from the American West and beyond. The sphere of reference is broad, but the songs boil down to essentials like redemption, love, freedom, identity and mortality.

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released December 8, 2014

Music by Gabriel White
Lyrics by Richard von Sturmer

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