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home recordings (2012)

by Max García Conover

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The Glow #1 (free) 02:59
_________________________________________________________ two kinds of glow shine on a wet hide i know i can reach i can reach but there she goes grabbing from her tip toes and staggering staggering know it now my chest will be full my hands will go fast the light will recede the light comes back i thought i'd speak i thought i'd climb the last wall shouting to believe to believe crawl just to move and know you're an animal at most a poem at least a poem at least know it now my chest will be full my hands will go fast the light will recede the light comes back i saw them cry their leaves to the cold and surrender into white old skin i know i'll find i know i'll find a way to the glow again two kinds of glow shine on a wet hide i know i can reach i can reach but there she goes grabbing from her tip toes and staggering staggering know it now my chest will be full my hands will go fast the light will recede the light comes back i saw them cry their leaves to the cold and surrender into white old skin i know i'll find i know i'll find a way to the glow again _____________________________________________________
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The Second Barn (free) 02:33
The Second Barn I am not who I thought I'd be by now the shine won't cease to leave full up of wine and flicker screens I am not who I thought I'd be She holds a thing she wrote with steele says grace seems simple far afield the softest bales full up of fleas I am not who I thought I'd be I am not who I thought I'd by now be rotten straw and garter snakes gray gray wood never will it hold another harvest or shine could've been a friend to you we broke barns and we'd climb up to the open shingles to shine --I'll never ever ever do that, you're naive I'll never ever ever do that, you're naive You have never been tired in your life widow in the overhang bouncing in rain and she made it to the morning now just to shine could've been a friend to you hold that lie never to come around again never to shine --
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Light (free) 03:03
Light I cannot be more for you than the light that I have seen as I have worked the wide turning over dirt while the shovel in the moon shines northlands run with dogs and trash tall pines keep the sunlight for their backs we burned the weeds they stank and still grew back oh there's a shine when the hillside breaks and I can watch your chest expand oh and the frost is just a joke often told that I can almost I can almost understand I cannot be more light than I have known I can't out-sing the ghosts on the radio and miles of pines there are miles of pines to go honey I forgot the flowers for weeks we were gonna be farmers we were gonna work to eat look at us now and how the money ah the money oh there's a shine when the hillside breaks and I can watch your chest expand oh and the frost is just a joke often told that I can almost I can almost understand so let harrows lie we could shape this night shape this night with our hands and harvest it not we'll be sirens in wide sirens in wide dry lands I cannot be more light than I have known I can't out-sing the ghosts on the radio and miles of pines there are miles of pines to go so leave harrows lie we could shape this night shape this night with our hands and harvest it not we'll be sirens in wide sirens in wide dry lands
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Evergreen Cemetery (free) 01:58
____________________________________________________________ evergreen cemetery wheat fields softly in the night you were never going to be that way chasing it dead grass sticking to your face evergreen stopping in the mud there are bodies under here you'd say that wanted things it's just a story would you tell it anyway I knew you so well did you know there was a leaf rain coming that would stop between the sky and ground and running through you could drink it just by opening your mouth but before you couldn't stand the sadness or the thirst of an overcast and even worse when it was good you knew it always came back I know you so well did you know
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Hide (free) 01:58
________________________________________________________ see I hide in my way never came home from the tree glow like water the willows will hold and on good earth ride and will not open palms and will not advertise so see I hide in my way yet I climb toward the wood thrush and I quarrel with too much maybe scores that they sung maybe moving my blood was just luck all that you wrote was a nothing poem just a breaking of bottles for wine we'll hide see I hide in my way and I shy from the windows sew collars to my clothes and outside becomes an idea save the mountains for weekends the soil to feed you see me I hide in my way but I think I could beat this I could hold it and heave it pinning steps up on trees for each fiction you read and believe in all that you wrote was a nothing poem was a breaking of bottles for wine we'll hide ______________________________________________________________
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Among the White Birches Birches lo, the groves The smoked white birches grow as the getting goes I don’t want to come or go Said the runner to the road And he turned toward the white birch grove The dew capped weeds were tongues on his toes If you turn back Don’t be like that Fiction of a floating tree That sprung a creek where its roots oughta be Runner stand up Let the cold night come Let the ground keep you fed Making knots out your knees as the getting go the way of the wind Let the bees nest In the nape of your neck Let the bears hold their noses high As you grow so tall and so deep into life Birches lo, the groves The smoked white birches grow as the getting goes Singing Oh my Oh my Roots could run with rain The earth with all my weight I’m sure Dreamer I’ll be As the runner and me Peel that thin white bark Pin it as skin to our legs and our arms Digging our feet In the deep green weeds We stand among the birch Our days so dense as we holler I grew out of the dirt Singing Oh my Oh my Roots could bring the flood The earth could hold me up I’m sure Singing oh I Oh I, Would give my feet as firewood To live a life that still seems good Among the birch Call me immigrant To the runner said the wind I just move to pass the time And my footsteps fall so thin and so light If you turn back Another runner in the pack Know that trees don't grow on air Don't let the getting get you going when the getting was never even there Singing Oh my Oh my Roots could run with rain The earth could hold my weight I’m sure Singing oh I Oh I, Would give my feet as firewood To live a life that still seems good Among the birch Birches lo, the groves The smoked white birches grow as the getting goes
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Battery Steele Land Preserve elise if you knew your hands were a winter wind or less elise would you pull your knees to your chest bury my dog in the frozen pond the bulrush as a rosary six old hands and a hallowed song he'll continue in the drying weeds we saw so we climbed got high sometimes battery believe in me tunnel run the brush and bramble hill the same as we ever did bottles in the clearing we laid and looked up with wine our jokes and the wind howl went the pond and lean the trees and something came and pissed on our packs but the shelter of a thicket held holding us we slept shining in the winter black we saw so we climbed got high sometimes battery believe in me elise if you knew your hands were a winter wind or less elise would you pull your knees to your chest send it now to sweep clean the wind over me take his tufts of hair my thoughtlessness scurry down at dawn at the edge of the pond he laid unburied in death we saw so we climbed got high sometimes battery believe in me
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Burrow (free) 02:37
____________________________________________________________ Burrow let her dress take the wind curl her lips and her pages the dogwoods let go their leaves never gonna go back never gonna be free below the rows of words she digs her toes into the dirt and each partition of earthworm sees the sadness in her work call it a burrow a way home the poet keats about to die swears there's something left in him unmade poems spit and wind never gonna get out never gonna have time the margins held him from the scream held his heart and rhymes between and take her in the digger's words are all he is and teem for her call it a burrow a way home i was more when i left here more when i left here never came back home i've been digging holes i keep digging holes call it a burrow a way home ____________________________________________________________
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___________________________________________________________ Singing oh I Oh I Would give my feet as firewood To live a life that still seems good Among the birch Birches lo, the groves The smoked white birches grow as the getting goes ___________________________________________________________ I will run to the marshes I will sink my feet into the ground until the Grass tickles my chin I’ll let the sun turn my hair red I will let the leaches have their fill and call Them all my brethren I’ll grab the roots high above me And with all my strength and all my blood I’ll Pull myself up into the tree And when this day ends as it may I won’t go crashing through no gates And when this day ends as it may I won’t go peeling skin off snakes And when this day ends I will leave this place unchanged I’ll trade my bones for the white birds And my flesh will move like willows And my heart will be a flutter in my shirt I will lose what I don’t require But not for freedom’s sake my dear And not to be a spark about the fire As I lap up spring rain from the mud I’ll be good as I ever good as I ever Thought I was And when this day ends as it may I won’t go crashing through no gates And when this day ends as it may I won’t go peeling skin off snakes And when this day ends I will leave this place unchanged I will write the song of my best hopes I will take all of my words And pan them in the river for gold When I return hands pruned and empty I will hear the birds a singing And finally understand what they mean As I lap up spring rain from the mud I’ll be good as I ever good as I ever Thought I was And when this day ends as it may I won’t go crashing through no gates And when this day ends as it may I won’t go peeling skin off snakes And when this day ends I will leave this place unchanged And I will be for a moment in the mud Good as I ever good as I ever thought I was __________________________________________________________
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Aligning (free) 03:59
Aligning there are a thousand islands sprawled over a great lake and in the fall we camp out there you and me we're going back today rain clouds form the tent stays warm we like it that way bears they come by and turn our tables over like they're gunslinging bad guys in barroom dramas and they leave silently when the rain starts to fall every year bears get near and leave with nothing at all and every year you come in like an autumn hurricane falling down on me as right as the rain then in the morning smoke sits on the lake it's october cold but the geese have stayed and they glide overhead perfectly you say that could be us if we could just get in sync we call for a ride and head back to the land take trains different ways when we get to the station you ride into the city i ride toward ohio we say let's write we might for awhile then every year you'll come in like an autumn hurricane falling down on me as right as the rain
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One Too Many Mornings by Bob Dylan down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark as night comes in a falling the dogs will lose their bark and the quiet night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind and i'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind out the corner of my doorstep my eyes they start to fade and i turn my head back to the room where my love and i have laid and i gaze back at the street at the sidewalk and the sign and i'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind it's a restless hungry feeling that don't do no one no good when everything i'm a saying you could say it just as good you're right from your side and i'm right from mind we're just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind _______________________________________________________________________________ Joan down a one way street through a trailer park your eyes were closed so you could hear the stars and we'd coast down the worn forgotten path in the light of the sun on the moon in the dark you wore canvass shoes thin from spinning the globe and the dew fell soft soaked through the soles so we stopped to rest on the steeple steps and we sat and we waited for the morning toles ---joan don't you go i was trying real hard to wake you, you know joan, can't you tell you're my dawn and i'm your morning bell on the steeple steps we sat and we laughed and the night was warm but the night don't last so as barflies floated softly home they stumbled and moaned we didn't care about that cause a song fell between the dark and the light and they were playing for us and they were playing alright we were outside the angst of an empty church in the street we were dancing with all our might --- now it's a long way back and a long way home and i'm a looking for joan and a place to be warm so i'll be waiting for her on the steeple steps and i'll be shouting out loud come the light of the morn
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blizzard came upon this house wood halls within white falls without and sits like a pillow on a drum his words are few with passersby he talks of weather hi goodbyes and stares into their eyes until they're gone and fossil trees let sound the geese a thousand miles from what they need too slow to south too hungry now to leave calling out to be allowed underneath the gathered clouds nevermore to seek and nevermore recede --sighs when a white sky calls him sun, his voice gotten so thin ponds in december never fed no one, but on frozen reeds he stands, to belong to the willing and there his boy who hides from winter except to gather sticks to send her for months he is as seldom as the rain he sees his dad atop the reeds breathing slow and balancing where he thought only spiderwebs remain so towards he turns and through he moves she said look to the left of you and kissed his cheek and took off through the yard like in the man atop the reeds a yellow light begins to blink and suddenly he sees there's so much dark --
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Barn (pre-mastered) (free) 03:37
Barn You don’t have to be plucking old machines barefoot tapping splintered planks and spitting through smoke rings Must be a hundred feet above this chair the sheet metal roof the coughing bats a’hanging like dead leaves This barn she’s about to fall your family history is rotting in her stalls you don’t have to be -- Barn swallow in the hollow wind shake these alabaster days carve lines on your face how many ways can you say okay -- And fell the trees laying living trunks amongst her beams to keep her keeping you to keep her off her knees To Ellery moving two towns east this barn rolled down the street summer 1963 Your granddaddy sitting in this chair barefoot wheezing through his teeth and cranking old machines -- Barn swallow in the hollow wind shake these alabaster days carve lines on your face how many ways can you say okay how many ways can you wait, can you wait -- Now wavering the trees have died inside and she leans against the storms as her body whines and creaks You don’t have to be dug into this ground tapping only to the sound of your own dying you don’t have to be Capo 2 Tuning: C – G# - C – E – C – E Key: D
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I've been perched at high rise windows Since I took concrete for the field I've been staring out these windows At the hungry city wheel And I hear we’ve been wasting our time Talking windfalls and flooding our minds But we got hollows full of wild hope Might look like fear in city light So I been slapping cowskins now Stretched tight across a drum And I been bopping my knees up and down Keeping time to no one And I've been dancing in hallways But I play it down when someone comes So for each and every long day I get ten, I get ten forgotten ones And I hear we’ve been wasting our time Talking windfalls and flooding our minds But we got hollows full of wild hope Might look like fear in city light Oh I've been just a whale in the waves I've been showing my head but I don’t stay Oh I've been writing I been writing my days down Been writing so much writing’s all I write about And I hear we’ve been wasting our time And I’m terrified of wasting my time But we all got things beneath our bedframes babe That find us in the day they find us in the day sometimes So I will stare out of these windows And I will see the city now And as I turn the wheel and feed the flow I will find the open spaces in the crowd And I hear we’ve been wasting our time And I’m terrified of wasting my time But I got hollows full of wild hope May it show in city light May it show, may it shine
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For Blackwater Woods (lyrics) I seek the storm where frost hits the high reeds me leaping from shores I sing for the sweat and if my knees can carry moon shine for me yet I seek the storm you need shelter me not I don't aspire to warmth we rise up she said see me sound in the half light this billowing chest -- I hope I die seeing nothing but light I hope to be long for this life to get tired and tarnished and dry -- I seek the storm kings may cast me to carry but I got poems in my arms I'd follow you but your words are just ink and your binding just glue I seek the storm see me sound in the half light these wide open chords she asked how you stand it once the snow fell as big and important as planets -- --
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The Wide (free) 04:19
The Wide paint my frame through the window grey walking soaked in yellow light sketch my fall in the fresh laid snow when the deer come by slide your brush their rippling spines and swoop their bending necks gave me a mouth to make me known now I can't spare the breath paint my frame as I lie there plain as the snow that hides the wheat peaceful for a stones throw seldom can you hold onto those who speak walk the yellow winter dawn shudder shake and from my legs fall the snow stepping over frozen logs mushrooms in the middle like bone marrow most of what I said is wrong don't look so surprised now hey in the wide in the wide in the wide we go all in the wide but we're talking now we're talking like we know chautauqua would you talk of ghosts dig into the snow for shapen stones or would you stick to what you know dig into their words for piss and holes the cross kind of left me cold don't look so surprised now hey in the wide in the wide in the wide we go all in the wide but we're talking now we're talking like we know I have washed my mind in color and I have silenced thought with sound and though I may have called you brother it was never you I spoke about so hold me close you winter weather out of fires burning deep we're not the first to face the open but lies come quick to those who speak
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And the Tide Was Way Out Where can you go you spit your stones the dogs will bark you'll be alone The sandpipers when tides are low pump pump their hearts where can you go She got sick her jaw hung low and still put lipstick on her lips And through her moans her carajos she'd hold you tight her love was thick -- He said to be a kind man to want for nothing if not for grace You got to see the dying you got to feel your fingers shake As you wait -- Where can you go your liver's broke it churns your gut and curls you toes And when you're warm and when you're cold it clogs your heart where can you go And if you hide when you can find a hollow tree that's tall and wide While you scratch and as you sigh the willows nap your days go by -- --
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Salina Salina I'm as nowhere as I can be Could you add some somewhere to me Ah Kansas I'm kneeling Ah Kansas please Cleveland I ain't never felt nothing so strong Been believing the words to my songs Ohio I'm leaving Ohio I'm gone Poughkeepsie hang up the telephone I won't answer your phone calls no more New York quit calling New York leave me be I'm changing the plans that I been setting on I'm scared by the way that my life's getting gone Carolina one day I'll someday I'll come home Carolina one day I'll someday I'll come home ___________________________________________________

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All this time between releases is frustrating for me, so I've started the Sunday Sessions.

Here's how it works:

Every Sunday I'll release a new song/recording under the Sunday Sessions. The new release will be available for free download for one week and then replaced by a new one.

These will be home/live recordings and will probably never be available except for the one week I have them on my website. So if you like a song, download it!

Click on the song above to find out more about it. Thanks everyone for listening.

-Max

EDIT: I've had some requests to leave songs up and I think that's what I'll do for awhile. (Unless, maybe, I'm really not happy with the recording after a week.)

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released December 3, 2011

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