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Meaning

by Peter Bruce Wilder

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Believe 04:13
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Believe 10-28-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI here’s a line to open hoping you don’t blow it don’t let them see your coping don’t let them see you owe it. keeping out of daylight contrast is revealing atmospheric pressure keeps it all from squealing did you ever try to tell me did you ever really believe were you in that moment in love with me..? (I’d have seen it in your eyes – where there’s no compromise) anybody looking would have known… huddled in position sleepless dreams evading rolling into nothing memories aren’t fading everytime I see you hope claws out of hiding then pounds my heart to pieces undisclosed inviting did you ever try to tell me did you ever really believe for that moment were you in love with me..? (I’d have seen it in your eyes – where there’s no compromise) anybody looking would have known watching you in motion diving for your ocean your smell intoxicating years passed in the waiting every time these misses should have been the kisses bullet – should have bit it why can’t I admit it did I ever try to tell you would you ever really believe forever I’ve been in love with you… (I’d have seen it in your eyes – where there’s no compromise) anybody looking should have known
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It Doesn't Matter 04:58
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It doesn’t matter 07-09-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2001 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI It doesn’t matter just what I do It doesn’t matter just what I say It doesn’t matter how much I cry You won’t see me anyway It doesn’t matter just where I go It doesn’t matter just who I see It doesn’t matter how much I run You won’t follow anyway Take the train blow by the suburbs Take the train until the final ride Take the pain beyond the brewpubs Take the pain ‘til it starts to hide Follow paths deep into forests Follow paths until you’re all alone Follow paths ‘til you ignore it Follow paths ‘til the pain is gone You wouldn’t listen to the words I said You wouldn’t look at what was on my face You wouldn’t feel the yearning in my touch You wouldn’t even take the time You wouldn’t answer when I called you up You wouldn’t answer when the letter came You wouldn’t answer all the emails sent You wouldn’t even dodge the blame Take the train blow by the suburbs Take the train until the final ride Take the pain beyond the brewpubs Take the pain ‘til it starts to hide Follow paths deep into forests Follow paths until you’re all alone Follow paths ‘til you ignore it Follow paths ‘til the pain is gone Leaving love in separate space competing for the second place Ignoring all the history strewn upon the nights of waning moon And taking all there was of us to pack it head out on a bus With no note left no words of why no show down at the crack of noon Imploding with an epic wail of why you left your comet’s tail To shine on through the empty nights reminding of the moments heat And as the last of embers die they leave your image in my eyes I wonder if this is just me, I guess it’s not so take a seat… It doesn’t matter…
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Strobe 03:40
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Strobe 08-03-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI What were you thinking as you drove away Willing to chance giving up all you had Willing to chill it and call it a day Wondering if I’d still admit I was mad What did you feel as you ticked off the miles Tempting the fates and the fog of unknown Was there a longing, was there revelations? The futures all passing your cover all blown Whine of the pavement strobe of the dashed lines Signs blurring past you in the gray melded dark Is someone beside you, filling the empty? Words of the prophets and the song of the lark What do you see as you contemplate distance Imposing an air wall of thousands of miles Sure you’ve got phone lines and letters and email The fortress well kept, I can’t see your smile When did you know that the journey was over How could you trust the destination as fate How is this grass still greener than that one You buzz through these flowers and hope love will wait Whine of the pavement strobe of the dashed lines Signs blurring past you in the gray melded dark Is someone beside you, filling the empty? Words of the prophets and the song of the lark What do you run from – and whom are you serving Impossible paths with such impossible climbs And all those who love you, are they deserving? Or lost in your vapor trails, and caught in your rhymes Whine of the pavement strobe of the dashed lines Signs blurring past you in the gray melded dark Is someone beside you, filling the empty? Words of the prophets and the song of the lark
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Rage will Quiet 04:57
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The rage will quiet 05-16-2000 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI Fair skinned, the store clerk glares He can’t get over their darker skin The sorrow and hate of his own life flares And finds a home in these unknown kin The woman smooths her business suit Declares the realm of her domain Exports the rotting lack of competence Falls on her staff like acid rain But me, I guess I’m done with it I’ve grown so tired of little minds The nautilus of self served pathways The empty nests, the barren pools Somewhere up north there is an echo Bouncing ‘round the pine-spun hills Love’s the only thing that matters The rage will quiet, this fever cools The father whips a cruel remark In earshot of his growing sons They breathe his words as molten truth Within two weeks they’ve found his guns Insecurity’s long tentacles Knot up inside a weakened heart And drain what drops of happiness Lay hidden from an infant start But me, I guess I’m done with it I’ve grown so tired of little minds The nautilus of self served pathways The empty nests, the barren pools Somewhere up north there is an echo Bouncing ‘round the pine-spun hills Love’s the only thing that matters The rage will quiet, this fever cools The senator blooms up in a bluster Accusing those who aren’t like her She knows the rules, and to enforce them Her rules, her world, all confer The billionaire sits on his island Watching waves crash on the reefs Crashing like his recent lay-offs Rationalized to changed beliefs But me, I guess I’m done with it I’ve grown so tired of little minds The nautilus of self served pathways The empty nests, the barren pools Somewhere up north there is an echo Bouncing ‘round the pine-spun hills Love’s the only thing that matters The rage will quiet, this fever cools
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There Must Be An Island 03:59
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there must be an island 07-25-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI child/woman in a tie-dye shirt arresting all eyes - the anti-gravity show social weapons testing begins so young the pheromones dance and have no place to go the heavy rap carries a long quarter mile indifferent to hearing they laugh while inside the vehicle’s worth barely equals the cost the subwoofer bellows - a new hunter’s pride the band puts on make-up intended to scare their fans do the same and descend to short words and hate becomes easy - entitlement flares the concept of service abandoned, absurd there must be an island of sanity somewhere where nature’s the teacher, and love runs too deep if life’s implications are just paths in the process find me the end of the road and allow me to sleep standing in line while 20 counters are closed threading the paths of a touch tone maze holding the phone for an underpaid cuber losing ten thousand jobs for the new chairman’s raise leaving the message and never getting a call at the convenience store man, I should be checking for pulse another farmer goes under and the houses go in nobody moves yet fingers point to the faults the glimmer of light looming large in the darkness ignoring all reason, and opportunities lost she floats toward the heat of equatorial suns her network of friends begins to be lost there must be an island of sanity somewhere where nature’s the teacher, and love runs too deep if life’s implications are just paths in the process find me the end of the road and allow me to sleep
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When We Were Giants 04:43
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when we were giants 07-25-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004, Maplewood/Earlines, BMI beacon of hope for your tired your poor these teaming masses awaiting the chance upload their wages to the boardroom floor the hungry go starving as the four hundred dance when we were giants we stood for a cause we valued the reasons we valued our choice when we were giants we reached for the sky when we were giants we stood for a pause lifting our difference into one single voice when we were giants we always asked why masses still huddling from each new fear imposed children by millions estranged and confused tossed by the tempest - multimedia dosed growing the storms that will use and abuse when we were giants we stood for a cause we valued the reasons we valued our choice when we were giants we reached for the sky when we were giants we stood for a pause lifting our difference into one single voice when we were giants we always asked why icons tossed up as the imagery blooms swaths being cut through each continent’s eyes decisions still made by the un-chosen few and apathy reigns with a burger and fries when we were giants we stood for a cause we valued the reasons we valued our choice when we were giants we reached for the sky when we were giants we stood for a pause lifting our difference into one single voice when we were giants we always asked why
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Glory Road 03:05
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Glory Road 11-10-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI take the freedom and the money and the prize the unobserved ripples have all grown to monster size when was the look away so long to keep unrecognized the substitution methods where the truth’s replaced by lies hold the phone Amelia I hope you’re sitting down ‘cause the fate everything rests on the musings of a clown vacuum points of power being sucked from every town soon we’ll all be running from the evil smell of brown It’s ever known – the glory road It’s overblown – and never told It’s covered up – ‘til overload It’s ever known – the glory road (Give me just a hundred billion bucks…) hold a trillion metric tons of bombs on boats and move them to positions where they’ll try and stay afloat and don’t consider talking with those teeny weenie folks whose teeny weenie countries will surely buy the hoax hold the phone Amelia I hope that you can cope ‘cause the fate everything rests on the musings of a dope puppet or the puppeteer won’t matter on this slope soon we’ll all be running from our own decaying hope It’s ever known – the glory road It’s overblown – and never told It’s covered up – ‘til overload It’s ever known – the glory road (Give me just a hundred billion bucks…)
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Meaning 05:29
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Meaning 08-27-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI I can hear it now – can’t you? the calling away – the calling to the heart urges – and the mind still waits the fever purges and procrastinates she never told me that she loved me lots of murmurs held then freed and all this time her distant eyes have always failed to recognize I see this wrinkled canvas – bare create new worlds – create – CREATE what meaning is there in despair what good is hope that comes too late show me the reasons for this world I’ve built does everybody do this dance with guilt? guilt for all history – guilt for these words time shows we’re mortal, fame just absurd sand slips through fingers held way too tight I thought I held oceans – so far from right conforming these forests to footpaths inside if destiny’s planned, when did I miss the ride? I see this wrinkled canvas – bare create new worlds – create – CREATE what meaning is there in despair what good is hope that comes too late the weight of all this now acquired created pressure makes me tired and self created reasons for these purgatories at my door and if I told you one more time and if the call was on my dime would you still hang up alone and leave me with the dial tone I see this wrinkled canvas – bare create new worlds – create – CREATE what meaning is there in despair what good is hope that comes too late
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Grey Fade Dark 03:36
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Gray Fade Dark 08-02-03 Peter Bruce Wilder copyright 2004 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI I wonder what value the truth really has A proper society revolves around lies Some are quite harmless, most are contentious They hover like songbirds but cluster like flies What good would exposing one’s soul really do When such an advantage these others could gain Do atheists have any faith in the living And do the devoted believe in their pain Watching the rain gently roll off of the branches Down into the ground and absorbed by small stream The streams become larger - then rivers, then oceans And sun burned again they become the sky’s dream Whatever became of the idea of goddess The giver of living and maker of all How long can these men keep the stolen light hidden How long will we wait ‘til we realize the fall What do I need to fulfill a life’s promise Can happy occur through abundance of things? Does might still succeed as a practical winner – Economical circus in one giant ring Everyone sees their own cross and they bear it Escaping through chemicals, A/V and more Kindness becomes one more calcified relic And rarely appears from its rusty old door Marrow and bone, wrapped in fat-muscle-skin Fluids still pumping, these systems still whole Function descends automatic, reactive The most basic desire over mind over soul

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released January 3, 2004

Recorded August-December 2003, in Vermont.
Additional Vocals By Lynda Anne Indelicato Wilder
All compositions, performance, recording and mastering by Peter Bruce Wilder
copyright 2003 Maplewood/Earlines, BMI

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