| 1. Bob Tilton - Ghost |
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A healing gaze distracted, a clown face blurred in water. You ride your wave well (you losing definition). A healing gaze distracted, a down stream...
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| 2. Bob Tilton - She Sings But Once |
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The tragic poet cannot write his history in the hillside. Still desperate, fingers claw the ground. The fragile poet learns how night will lose it's...
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| 3. Bob Tilton - Tonight We Will Follow Him Down |
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With letters on her fingertips, she spelled her name. With fractured verse and clumsy hands, I did the same. A summer, her playground closed,...
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| 4. Bob Tilton - Palm Reading |
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Two hands built a room, your name mispelt on every stone. Dead son built a room, your name mispelt on every stone. I beat my head on every wall...
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| 5. Bob Tilton - A Song About Killing |
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Now you've got blood on those lips and a crack in that smile. Broken drum keep beating, smoothest skin take the weight. Stolen kisses soon grow...
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| 6. Bob Tilton - Crescent |
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[This has been a difficult courtship between poet and verse, but right now we are turning the silver over in our pockets while the old moon rests in...
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| 7. Bob Tilton - September |
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A portrait falls from the wall space still in the frame and eyes lost from canvas You hung ghost stories there That whisper of initials carved in...
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| 8. Bob Tilton - Be My Valentine |
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In the morning we ran with the sun fresh in our eyes. We knew no reading of time. Together we bathed in the rainfall and we washed our skins clean....
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| 9. Bob Tilton - Nashville |
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They called it some kind of miracle a body so long in the water that he should run his tongue over the skin and taste the salt upon it. finally the...
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