Joe Ciccone - The ElectroLounge

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There Were Birds
There were birds, there were birds, there were birds, and at first they were out the window, and
they were filling my dreams so they were out the window but they were in my dreams too. They
crossed over, with their singing, calling, tweeting, crossed over until eventually they formed
my dreams, more and more, bigger and bigger, their singing became my dreams, my dreams
became their singing more and more, and still they were out the window at their singing.
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Travelling One Town to the Next
Now I suppose you could say that each one has its own groove. I’d say, well now, that’s true,
but I suppose that some of them groove deeper than others. There was this one where I was
passing through, traveling, one town to the next, three towns in all, and so I passed through
the first, passed through the second, and then I passed through the third and got to talking to
someone and others too and none of them had heard of the first two. I’d been through them, of
course, so I had experience of passing through them, and yet in this third town nobody knew
them. Now what do you do with that I suppose thinking about it more I would have piled
him in my car, or whatever I was traveling in from the third town, and drove him on back to
the second and the first, got folks meeting up, connecting because you know in Dreamland
there’s power and vulnerability both.
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I Was Deep in the Woods
I was in some kind of woods, and at one point I was going to drink from a flower, it was a deep
flower and it was full of water. But suddenly there was a great toad that leaped out of the water
and then there were more toads and then they were gone.
And I turned my head slowly to watch them and found myself living in what seemed like a
one-room apartment with a cement floor in a city. I leave one day, don’t lock my apartment
door and as I return later on a neighbor woman greets me. Lives in the building next to mine,
up on the third floor. She waves. I think she’s retarded. I realize I know her from other dreams.
I wave back and then I walk into my apartment and all my things are gone, everything’s all
been cleared out, there’s just two big trash bags sitting there—and I panic and I run outside to
call my love in, and tell her what happened.
And I turn around again as though to a noise and find myself one of a small group of soldiers
and the leader, our leader, is saying you’ve got to teach us our history so that we don’t forget. And I
wonder if the lesson to learn is be careful in dreams when you turn your head.
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The Cenacle | 84 | April 2013