Sheraton Commander

by Fred Kelly

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This album is dedicated to my doggo Lulu
Miss ya bud

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released February 10, 2017

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Track Name: Squares of Home
The evidence of truth
Restless feet and shifting weight
I can see it on your face
And happily giveth back to you
These un air-conditioned rooms
Sleeping quarters now debunked
Far too slim for even one
But flowing tangles do confuse

I’ll use them well, these ivy strings
And these other things I’m living off and hanging from
Not to farewell all suspended green
Happy to be seeing squares of home through glass above

Every grain could tip the scale
Origin to here near maimed me
To be slanted, to be slain
Armor vital to prevail
A glinting beam to pierce the haze
Flitting wings from deep within
A fragile glow I’ve withheld since
An eager lingering mistake

I’ll use them well, these ivy strings
And these other things I’m living off and hanging from
Not to farewell all suspended green
Happy to be seeing squares of home through glass above
Track Name: If Not to Dream
In the form that I always imagined you
Clouded vision on the floor of a white room
With a knowing glance, and a helpless sigh
You said to me with loving eyes
We were in the wrong places at the wrong times
Dolly zoom, and a wonder why

Why sleep if not to dream
Why sleep if not to dream

Seeped in surreality
Jumbled words and minute hands
With higher self who can comprehend
Reaching over through all the minds and ends
Underneath a sky that will never be again
Just another simpler time, then

Why sleep if not to dream
Why sleep if not to dream

Is someone wearing your perfume?
Is someone walking like you walked?
Can I bear to look? If I saw you, I would turn
Can I bear to look? Park Street shame, if it was her

I sneezed, and a year passed.
Track Name: Dust to Dust
In through falling line
Night delirious
Once at once, behind
Unseen images
Former sequences, horizontally
Did I mean for this to mean everything?

Time machine
Turn tossing
Time machine
Not tonight, please

Sound of empty stairs
Wept on my return
When I found her there
Moments I prefer
Well twist the fabric, fine
Ticking time you'll find
Desperate distance but
Breath ubiquitous
Millions mouthing in silent whisper

From dust to dust
From dust to dust
Track Name: Salt Chasers at the Arthaus
Never got to say goodbye
But I'd like to formally this time
To the flat corona in my hand
And the chair that's not supposed to recline
I read books I would have never read before
I don't worry quite as often anymore
The world's so pretty from this sleeping bag upon the floor
Solo I don't know what I'll do
iI feel like one man on a bicycle that's built for two

When I die I want to wake up in the arthaus
When I die I want to wake up in the arthaus
When I die I want to wake up in the arthaus
With someone of my own

Trace winding paths through forests rising from my scalp
Describe happy lives before us
And hush my freaking out
Like through glimmering grill heat
Warped and undulating
If i maybe didn't watch so much tv
Then perhaps you'd not evaporate from me
Still choking on recycled heat
United limbs eventually
So much for a sleeping aid
Paved steps and dusty stained hardwood someday

When I die I want to wake up in the arthaus
When I die I want to wake up in the arthaus
Wanna wake up in the guest bed of the arthaus
With someone of my own
With someone of my own
With someone of my own
Track Name: Closing Remarks
Stop it with that kind of talk
Separate hues in cellophane
Pressed against transparent walls
Prone to stretch but never break

Stop it with that kind of talk
Lines divide by personal fault
Had I left the house today
Something might have sorted out

Stop it with that kind of talk
I’ve combined with neighboring forms
Loved by those who care for me
Not a hint of irony
Lucky to have known them all