This Moment Again and Again

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This self-titled debut album incorporates both original phrases and fragments of works by various poets and mystics, including Billy Collins, Ron Padgett, Jim Harrison, Hafiz, Pablo Neruda, Walt Whitman, and others.

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released 24 December 2013

Written and performed by Ari Gelardin and Jacob Palmer with Jason Slota on drums and Jay Pellicci recording at Tiny Telephone Recording Studio in San Francisco, California. (October 2013)

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SF-based art collective This Moment Again and Again is a collaboration between artists Ari Gelardin + Jacob Palmer. They use their synesthetic skills to make music, art, books, and video art.

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Track Name: Come walk with me
come walk with me
through a field of fennel and clover
three weeks ago
you threw them wildflower seeds down

the fog has burned away
laying in the sunshine
rolling around like worms
and spilling some hitching post wine

come walk with me
through a field of fennel and clover
watch out for the thistle
and the nasturtium flowers

the mysterious grove
stands with knobbly knees
the house next door
has seen better days

come walk with me
through a field of fennel and clover
three weeks ago
you threw them wildflower seeds down

Come walk with me
through a field of fennel and clover
Track Name: If you don't break your ropes
when I am dead, it won't matter
how hard you press your ear to the ground
no one knows our name until our
last breath has gone out

the old dog bends his head listening
I guess the sound of the earthworms get to him
we look to the end of the tale
and find black marigolds and silence

and if you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do y'think the ghosts will do it after?

I think of you walking along
a headland of green oats in June
so full of repose, so rich with life
I see us meeting at the end of town

close your eyes. I'm underneath their lids
going to sleep, I cross my hands on my
chest. It looks as though I'm flying
into myself, into myself

and if you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do y'think the ghosts will do it after?

and if you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do y'think the ghosts will do it after?
Track Name: These frail engines of love
It was a lady

'companied by goat men

Her hair held up the earth

her eyes were dark then



Wandering and loneliness

through switchbacks and history

These frail engines of love

bound to a mystery



where are you now?

I'm falling down

You've led me to a field

Under a widening sky



From time to time the mind runs out

of steam lacking in energy,

These frail engines of love

bound to a mystery




unexplained in the meadow

lay the dead bird

the wind fluttered its wings

mountains are just mountains



the rain dismantles every night

the great wink of eternity

These frail engines of love

bound to a mystery



These frail engines of love
Track Name: The streets remember
the fog flows into the house
through the steep and narrow driveway
the endless night, it is now
nothing more than a sweet decay

hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by what I do not know
my eyes will burst when hit
by the blades of the coming sun

the radio blares from the corner store
the streets remember they once were fields

the radio blares from the corner store
the streets remember they once were fields

gone are disorderly avenues
of eucalyptus and beaten paths
it is the dream I sometimes forget
the endless night, nothing more than a scent

the radio blares from the corner store
the streets remember they once were fields

the radio blares from the corner store
the streets remember they once were fields
Track Name: Happiness is a hologram
suddenly you're in a different place
where things seem to happen in waves
rounded eye is delighted by foam
and a blue suspicion of the sea

so green the fire in leaf and grass
half a summer he paid the last
led down a path by the lunatic fringe
could see the city from the crater's rim

lovers loitered on the porch
that dazzled yesterday's touch

happiness is a hologram
my cup is full, so let it spill
a figment of something said
worn out of my mind
Track Name: Ocean
time to start concentrating on which way I would turn after I locked the front door, what shop signs I would see, what bridges I would lean on to watch the broad river undulating, like a long-playing record under the needle of my eye. time to stand dripping wet and wonder about the hoards of people I would pass in the street, mostly people whose existence I did not believe in, but a few whom I would glance at and see my whole life the way you see the ocean. (Billy Collins)

I have a feeling that my boat
has struck down there in the depths
sinking heavy into my soul
nothing happens silence

or everything speaks quietly
now in this new life
the grinding of the galaxies
cuts through the tar-stained sky

I wanna see my whole life
the way you see the ocean from the shore

I wanna see my whole life
the way you see the ocean from the shore

letting go of a slanderous heart
while shelling beans in the heat
in this endless century
may we ride off in peace

mountains and stars whirling, tumbling
a bowl of milk, the rush of night
the moon settles comfortably
on the ground. travel light

I wanna see my whole life
the way you see the ocean from the shore

I wanna see my whole life
the way you see the ocean from the shore

I wanna see my whole life
the way you see the ocean from the shore
Track Name: The oldest words in the world
thou
not
that
we
to
give
who
this
what
man
ye
old
mother
to hear
hand
fire
to pull
black
to flow
bark
ashes
to spit
worm
Track Name: Hazelwood
I went out to the hazelwood
because a fire was in my head
light was the wood, light and green
and what I saw, I had not seen

the bark of the tree
a place where a fire had been

the prickly water lily
the chestnut and the burr
a man with thick hair
who washes it and dries it bare

the little monkey looks at me
he wants to tell me something that he has forgotten

stone flowers, diamond fire
and incandescent fruit
the dog barked talking to the stars
the rattlesnake coughed up my scars

I saw the tracks of the sky
on the ground. it was a galaxy turned upside down

I woke up and i went out
I heard your voice of white fire
pierce through the black universe
drowned out by friction of the earth

translate your fear into love
the way the sea is the moon's blood

I went out to the hazelwood
because a fire was in my head
Track Name: Just like honey
how many things have I looked up
in a lifetime
of looking things up

a silent prayer just the moon on the road
I will never wake up
and play the piano

the days are stacked against what we think we are
it's nearly impossible
to surprise ourselves.

I've decided to make up my mind about nothing
I've decided to finish my life
disguised as a creek

I swam in the river and then I forgot
it was water. I'm just trying
to unlearn the Universe

how easy it glows, how easy it dims
the firefly, the night in your eyes
a billion years old

the unbearable flowering, falling of stars
her eye a kaleidoscope
of hail and farewell

we stopped at a traffic light, emptiness everywhere
every canyon aches
for its sky

sinks into my soul
just like honey
sinks into my soul
just like honey
sinks into my soul
just like honey
sinks into my soul
just like honey
Track Name: The love cook
Let me cook you some dinner.
Sit down and take off your shoes
and socks and in fact the rest
of your clothes, have a daquiri,
turn on some music and dance
around the house, inside and out,
it's night and the neighbors
are sleeping, those dolts, and
the stars are shining bright,
and I've got the burners lit
for you, you hungry thing.

"The Love Cook," by Ron Padgett, from You Never Know

http://www.ronpadgett.com/