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We ride and we brake
At stop signs and lights headed towards the city scape
30 pounds behind and in front as we ride
Pushing down on pedals my heart rate starts to rise
Jefferson is calling you to follow me and the kids too
To the steps at promenade
And walk them through the loops
Chase them and play
Pack a boozy shake with fries
Ride by the fountain
Sit riverside
Roll down the boardwalk
Watch geese flocks talk and trash float by
Look up at buildings rising midsize into the sky
Dark glass and empty storefronts reflecting back our eyes
I can bend my neck to see your face as we roll on through
Or bend the mirror to see you clearly reading a book from the library
Sit outside with bees and chips and salsa, please
Or in the courtyard, admired by cats, feral and wild
The children ignore their plates and throw things all over the place
When the waitress comes
Make room for the food and a drink or two with you
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I must be out the door by 625
But I’m in the car by 645
I’m going 95 on I75
I have my seat belt on as precaution for my life
Yet I‘m weaving through traffic like I have a will to die
I’m going 95 on I75
Im in Ohio where it’s mostly 65
I’m not under the limit, though I know that I should try
I’m going 95 on I75
When I cross the border I go over just by 5
But since I’m late I attempt to decrease my time to arrive
I’m going 95 on I75
North to Monroe, push slow traffic aside
I'm going 95 on I75
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Ode to the Bourbon Trail
02:15
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Friday work day goes slow
Anticipating a southern drive through the bottom of Ohio
We decide to find familiar in Cincinnati
By sharing a few Asahi’s and some long-lost half-price sushi
We try to plan our upcoming days from a closet-sized rented room
A space-heated place in a Bulgarian woman’s home
The next morning we awoke to no running water
So we hit the road un-showered towards
The bridges that reach over the Ohio, the Ohio
Into Kentucky
The weekend extended by MLK gives us three days
To taste, tour and explore the way bourbon is made
Fermented scents and copper stills
Sunny drives through Kentucky hills
We slept in a haunted jailhouse dungeon
Remolded from the 1800s
Our insides warm from Kentucky hugs
Our mouths numb from Kentucky chews
We cut our last stop due to out overheating Subaru
We approach the border reminiscing of our time
On the Bourbon Trail, The Trail
Goodbye Kentucky
We’ve been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky
How lucky we are
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I can’t say that I didn’t buck
Without knowing the depths of future love
Without understanding what was to come
I nudged the concept repeatedly forward
Until you came
Then you came
And my life has taken a new shape
My previous life just a memory
I’ve learned layers of the word meaning
I found new life on a different plane
When you came
And then you came
I changed when you came
And when you came
And I sang and sing praise for these gifts
These precious days
For the people I’m so blessed to say
Are members of our family today
For the looks and laughs you give and take
The beauty of your flawless faces
The nuances in our relationships
Your weight in my lap
Or in my arms
Or in my heart
Or in my hand
You’ve unleashed swarms of feelings I didn’t know exist.
You’ve altered my future growth and overall existence
When you came
And when you came
And since you came
And since you came
I treasure every hug
And every sound
And everything in every way in every day
In every space we’ve spent a moment in
I love this place we’re in
I love this place we’re in
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Ode to Siesta Key
04:04
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Just off the plane and out the van
There is nothing I have planned
But drink the cocktail I just made
And swell in tandem with the waves
Day one of family fun has just begun
A bear claw to start the day
Gas station coffee here tastes great
Reserve a place that’s in the shade
Thanks for the effort that it takes
Soft white sand under my feet
No beach beats Siesta key
Day two has come and gone
We’re ready for another one
Drinking gin through midnight hours
With family gathered on the couches
Sun forecasted the next day
With a dark and stormy on the way
Day three
I can’t believe it’s almost time to pack and leave
From the sun we’ll take a break
For the best clam chowder in the states
Eating oysters is a dream
With a team that means so much to me
French fry fingers nipped in beaks
Before the sunset on the beach.
Tomorrow we leave awaiting the next Siesta Key retreat
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Earthbook Toledo, Ohio
Earthbook is the solo project of Mark Gorey (Take Weight :: High Draw)
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Earthbook: a sonic expression of journaling, traveling, describing, inspecting, & dissecting life on Earth through artistic/poetic songwriting and documentary-style concept albums and odes.
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