Drawing Arrows

by Against Nature

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released January 7, 2010

John Brenner sings and plays guitar
Bert Hall Jr plays bass guitar
Steve Branagan plays drums

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Track Name: Island
Narrow as a finger, black deep as a mine.
Swim against the current, along the crumbling coastline.

You would strike a bell and run.
I would show you the wide, watery sky.

Pause here for a moment, filling stones with lives.
In the navel of the ocean, you’re unafraid to die.
Drunk among the whispers, we tell stories penned in caves.
All this island quivers, as we sink beneath the waves.

You would strike a bell and run.
I would show you the wide, watery island,
between the stones and sun
I’ll hide my heart as deep as hell.
Track Name: Darts and Kites
Of the many men I am, the fool is never concealed.
Of all the books I’ve read, nothing ever revealed.
Stack up all the heavy words, burn them and walk away.
I cannot remember much more than a day.

I’m dwelling on the darkest stone,
wandering the world and never coming home.

Talking to myself again, pouring salt in wounds,
pretending that what isn’t said is clearer than the noon.
Soaring over frozen fjords, crashing to the rime.
You offer me a slender hand and teach me how to climb.

I’m dwelling on the darkest stone,
wandering the world and never coming home.
Track Name: Chasing Eagles
One day you’ll fly to the top of the world
and build a cottage from the fallen birch.
You are a secret and I, a mystery.
Only fools ignore what’s under their feet.

A stem without roots, entwined with weeds,
the comments mumbled between apologies
in the voids where once lived leaves,
blue upon blue, green upon green.

Your eyes sharper than my dull hands
cutting a swath through these foreign lands.
Maybe you are lost, netted far away,
someone different every day.

My footsteps gentle as a hurricane,
your soul like smoke rising in my rain.
We leave the empty room and the day collapses
into words written with ashes.
Track Name: Every Day Is Too Long
This word has hardly begun,
this world already done.
So slowly does time unwind,
and every day is too long.

No cross carried, no stone rolled away,
I’m living blindly, heedless of today.

I sit here struggling against
the mother-of-pearl of your skin.
I want to hide myself in this song
because every day is too long.

No cross carried, no stone rolled away,
I’m living blindly, heedless of today.
Track Name: Sylvi
Once I spread my arms and fell,
mouth open with nothing to tell,
swallowed the bland fruits of the sky.
On such nights, who could survive?

Where are my old seasons?
Apologies more than reasons,
the winter behind the spring...
Make me forget I am no king.

You’ll gather me over the fire,
I’ll stretch you across the sky.
You say there’s time but I have none.
Life is so short, forgetting so long.

Sit by counting the window panes.
We will never be the same.
Shore this against a coming storm.
I’ll still be here when you’re gone.
Track Name: Milkweed
Arriving by the slightest of chances,
gnawing on husks of stolen glances,
the thinnest skin of laughter,
unworried for what comes after.

I’m a man wider than the sea.

You flail those two letters
as if they don’t shred.
The moon glowed between your fingers
before their breath lingered.

And you, more slender than milkweed.
Track Name: Afterthought
Snow melts into the ocean.
Open the skies and pull the stars closer.
These times as swift as feathers.
I’d rather be worse than better.

Then I heard your music
scattered so cautiously where your hair falls,
a few notes
of a song you’ll never hear.
Track Name: Drawing Arrows
Our words are feathered arrows,
wrapped in afternoon shadows.
You loom like a northern pine,
queen of pale, dry wine.

Show me again your scarred arms,
the emblems of a hundred harms.
You choose a green mystery,
your eyes can’t help but reveal.

One scarred ankle trembling, your voice of light circling.
Tangled in your slender stems one late afternoon.
Two lives incommensurate. Meditation, violence.
Tangled in your slender stems healing over wounds.

Melting away, dissolving bones,
flowers consuming stones.
Your marks etched into my hand...
Don't want to be a better man.
Don’t come near, don’t go too far,
for the streets are paved with stars.
So take your aim and let fly.
You’ll hit the mark if you try.

Two lives incommensurate. Meditation, violence.
Tangled in your slender stems healing over wounds.