Trails

by Kelly Latimore

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released 07 April 2012
All Songs Written by Kelly Latimore
Except "Xenophilia" Written by Keith and Kelly Latimore

Written and Recorded at the Good Earth Farm, Athens, OH From July 2011- March 2012. except "Xenophilia" Recorded at the Lukeharts in Simsbury, CT.

Lovely People:
Keith Latimore- Piano on "Xenophilia"
Ashlyn Lukehart- Yells and singing on "Xenophilia"
Steven Huang- Cello on "Cello"
Canes Nicholas - Violin on "Cello"
Dave Francese- General support and listening on "Abiding"
Hilary Camblos- Lending me use of her computer for the track "Trails"
Ruth Parker-Clever- Crying on "Blooming and Blushing"
Tom, Paul, Sarah, Peggy, Ginger- Background noises on all the tracks.
Travis and Anna Hall- For listening and asking questions.
Leslie Albanese- for lending me her car speakers for a first listen.
G. M. Hopkins- for not quitting making your art.
A commonwealth of other nouns I can't think of right now- Thank you.

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Album Cover Photo by Kyle Watson

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Track Name: My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On
Burn the Verses in the Yard
The ashes a-flame
Drifting far

Burn this old notebook
Disappearing in a White soot
Here's the Start
to no more selfish art

Can't keep this up now
can't keep this up too long
Let my own heart
Let my own Heart I more have Pity on

Here we are in our beds
Remembering those who we forget
do indeed
exist

And seeping into my breast
the risk of being obvious
with this dust on my lips

Can't keep this up now
Can't keep this up too long

Let my own heart
Let my own heart I more have pity on
Track Name: Walk In Season
We were tender headed and bold
Now we're wild and old
I'm not
you are
would I?
would we?

walk in season

you are more than what I hold
I can not keep you for my own
under the sod of proper names
left to contemplate

I would highly advise
keep the dumb life of the roots and broken wings
walk in season

Did you forget about the creek
under the falling limbs of the fragility
of moments snapped
we can't bottle and cap
Walk in Season

We were tender headed and bold
Now we're wild and old
I'm not
you are
would I?
would we?

Walk in season

We were tender hearted and bold
now we're wild and our pockets full of gold

I'm not
you are
would I?
would we?

Walk in season
Track Name: Papunya
The pattern is long
The pattern is far
O, Trace away

The pattern is Far
The pattern circles around
O, trace away

The Patterns on the Wall
The Patterns of painted Dreams on the Wall
Track Name: Cello
The abandoned air you stand firm
The tremors of a violence that has never been heard
The speed of these roads must mean we're out of tune

( I am sorry. Will you forgive me?)

An impulsive stroke of a pen
leading away from a non-fiction
while your hands hold this trembling
and keep us in tune

O, the vibrato of the times

Your hands on the bow.
Track Name: Mt. Princeton
Am I breathing this in or choking you out
by the seed of the mount and the spruce
Does this have anything to do with you?
Or am I just feeling some strange power to choose?

Fly on, fly on like river
hot head and morbid shiver
mountain black like construction paper
A new descent another layer

Miles down
Bumps of Devil's tongue
Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
look at my brother run!

The first time I felt the wind in me
Where it pierces thunder and revelry
and it leaves a few
Dancing in their boots.

Rosie Finch will you help me to choose
between me and you.
Track Name: Xenophilia
Exclusive while inclusive
on the inside by yourself

on the outside all alone
inside outside all alone
inclusive by yourself
inside all alone

there is more to give then this inside outside shit
while inside all alone.
Track Name: Blooming and Blushing
I want to be next to you so much darling
by the row
by your hand
I look a little longer
and I'll talk a little longer
then i'll stand a little longer
until I feel I should run down to the hill and hide.
Track Name: Fields of Phosphene
It came to me as I recalled Tomorrows
Your shoes of Sedum and Yarrow
Were rising up your legs

This thought is ready for disc and harrow
Where the mountains were made low
and planted in what we wanted to say

They were words we missed in our cars alone
and come back when we were gone
like moth to porch light

I reaped what I did not sow
I shook and I fell out of this place.

A studied face and all the studied captions
Saved, held and rationed
Until we're all starved and dead

Lost colors ready for disc and harrow
Where the mountains were made low
and planted in what we wanted to see

They were colors we missed in our cars alone
and come back when we were gone
When our eyes were closed

I reaped what I did not sow
I shook and I fell out of this place.
Track Name: No More Solos
Your solo is rising up above the choir
and it's swaying the whole floor
what a duet we could make with no more solos

Your throat shifts and shakes then retires
and it's swaying is hard to ignore
what a duet we made with no more solos

Your voice rises and falls then expires
but its still swaying the whole floor
what a duet we could of made with no more solos
Track Name: Leaving Rooms
Your missing from the room
the room full and laughing
your empty chair a ghostly white plastic

We go to your car
We go to your spot
The things I presume

You have a way of leaving rooms
But we will wait on you
Track Name: Abiding
White Stag
White Flag
White Stag
The combination of the night wind with doubt

Three-eyed
Three-eyed breath unto the lungs
a car door slams us all awake

Jet streams
Jet streams red as a whipped back
suffering the ignorance of the family tree

Keeping
Keeping in touch has nothing to do with touching
We sit on the floor and eat our breakfast right

Be as a poem in 3-D
Unconditioned air maybe
As swallow belly dipped into this lake
as white stag three-eyed jet streams

and the ripples will find us on shore.