Category Archives: Country music

Brightest At Night (a country song for Mike Leon)

I don’t know about you But I’m a country star at heart In the smoky spaces of my brain The old standards are always About to start Each morning I shake off Sequins—they fall like dust from my dreams— And … Continue reading

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The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song

Michael Leon occasionally puts to music my attempts at writing songlike things, as he’s done with this piece I wrote last fall (lyrics here). The simple (but perhaps overly busy) video portion must be blamed solely on me as I … Continue reading

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The Moon Turns Over and Over

I’m gone out walking in moonlight With yesterday’s dew in a flask To count all the stars above me. They’re the questions I’ve never asked. The moon turns over and over, It’s a coin I’ve tossed in the sky. But … Continue reading

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Darkness Settles Early

Darkness Settles Early The end of August. The turning wind edges north. Though darkness settles Early now, the evening crows Find their way home. Where are you?* *Tankas really are country songs.

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Count Up the Things That’ll Always Be (The Entropy of Bitter Coffee, a country song)

It was long after midnight when I heard you knock ‘Cause you couldn’t get your goddamn key in the lock. I didn’t say nothing when I let you in But the coffee this morning’s as bitter as sin. Chorus We met … Continue reading

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