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The Next Big Open Door

by Jason Anderson

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1.
Weathervane 03:45
oh my new england borders bent backlit underneath a hollow moon and busted ridge held under black skies and galaxies that shake shivering stars that drop like dice into daybreak but who’s gonna hold you now now that the world comes heavy who’s gonna hold you now now that the heart lies down you’re a weathervane spinning round how quick the sunlight sneaks into a room picks out shapes to rearrange the afternoon and pillars of clouds ontario my friend as winter kicks the door down on november again chorus go tip the clocks back and pack your summer clothes now it’s dark when you leave for work and it’s dark when you get back home and shadows of snowflakes thick like postage stamps in the glow of living rooms and value village lamps chorus and i don’t think you need anyone to hold you now and i don’t think you need anyone to hold you now and i don’t think you need anyone at all
2.
in the grass watching the wind the awning sags and lifts again the cars speed up the hill zoning out on a sunny day the world doesn’t seem so bad in springtime anyway but it’s bad still dig a hole in the pouring rain try our best and crumple all the same but i believe in you the stories that we paint on trains rushing by in growing pains i know we’ll plant a tree something new and evergreen something left to outlast you and outlast me one day we’ll go so impossible chorus this is not a cry for help this is really something else this is me a version of grief a small discovery worth keeping just outside the grocery store waiting for the next big open door i guess it’s gone pat your pockets down for change the bus pulls up a chance to pay and then start moving on fall asleep holding a drink the sun goes down a cavalcade of pink a miracle the planet spins you ding your stop one block early feeling like a walk the night is beautiful so impossible chorus running rampant smashing stained glass walls let the nighttime in to fill the halls i believe in you this is me a version of grief a small discovery ain’t nothing and this is us a version of trust the boom and bust of a love worth something to me
3.
Empty Hands 04:32
oh tamaracks are leaning back in silent sentinel they stretch their arms around the farms branches dipped in gold and you and me are only people walking down the road fighting off the cold a mack truck pulls a flatbed full of logs that rattle by us sitting off the shoulder now it splits the yellow line doesn’t seem to see us doesn’t even dim its brights just red rectangle taillights punching through the night and oh now hold me close don’t let go oh i know i know you’re leaving me empty hands and no reply oh it sucks to say goodbye the timberwolves are circling their breath in little puffs padding down the needles through the downy underbrush while pups are nestled warm against their mothers in the duff they got em by the scruff we used to sleep like that a couple worn in puzzle pieces wrapped up in the flags of youth naive and still believing in the possibilities hey are they even out there still caught between your golden dreams and the impossible chorus but if you can you should do some good oh we try and we try and we try chorus oh now hold me close closer so oh i don’t want to lose you baby empty hands and no reply it sucks to say goodbye
4.
there’s a sweet note sung birds and buffalo there’s a clothesline hung balconies old film marquees bumblebees my chest light in my shoes what was that line from the news do you believe in love there’s a memory certain towns and toys they didn’t tear down their cities pretty sure all your clothes are in some attic too nostalgia you get high on that and fast the feeling dies i used to wince and wonder why then i realized all our meanings change and the contexts fade they fade they fade there’s an afternoon golden light slivered in green you love new hampshire late september scarves and coats and chimney smoke home the tender creaking pines dappled backyards glow some leopard throw dark purple shadows blistering sunshine here there’s everything in this small here there’s everything in this in this blue sky over rooftops and black over blue it’s always up there on top of you the universe crushing blue sky over rooftops and black over blue where all this something is nothing and maybe something again or maybe nothing at all or maybe nothing at all don’t let go it’s maybe nothing at all but don’t let go there’s a sweet note sung

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Where all this something is nothing and maybe something again.

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released July 22, 2022

Jason Anderson: Vocals & Acoustic Guitars
Wade Morrison: Bass, Drums, Electric Guitars & Vocals

Produced by Wade Morrison

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