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Black Bear, Pt. II
03:45
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In the woods, in the mountains
We begin another chapter
Still more to be gleaned
From the essence of the black Bear
Because the black bear has a presence
Which to witness is a gift
To receive it we must open
Like a clearing in the mist
And here comes black bear now
Emerging from hibernation
She’s not alone, she brings the future
The next bear generation
Two cubs timid, amid the brambles
Stumbling into being
Blind when born, but now behold
The majesty of seeing
A purity of openness
With everything to learn
Let the bears remind us of a grace
To which we may return
And the black bear lives for living
And to keep her cubs alive
She doesn’t take or hurt more than she needs
In order to survive
And why is it so hard to change?
What insistence does it take?
I trailed the wisdom of the bears
The distance to the lake
And when she gazed
Across the water
I saw her as
Mother Nature’s daughter
And from that same mother
I am her brother
For at least that moment
We saw each other
The kinship cut me to the core
And turned me inside out
All the ways we’ve failed her
Are too many to count
But the black bear doesn’t fault us
She has no concept of blame
Nor can she forgive us
Our trespass and our shame
The fact is we have taken
Much more than is our share
In so doing we have broken
More than we can repair
I’m older now and wiser,
With a lot less time to wallow
No more seeking out self-pity
Instead examples that I can follow
The qualities that cast the spell
Will be the same to lift the curse
Resourcefulness and imagination
But this time in reverse
And the black bear lives for living
And to keep her cubs alive
She doesn’t take or hurt more than she needs
In order to survive
And why is it so hard to change?
What insistence does it take?
I trailed the wisdom of the bears
The distance to the lake
And the black bear lives for living
And to keep her cubs alive
She doesn’t take or hurt more than she needs
In order to survive
And why is it so hard to change?
What insistence does it take?
I trailed the wisdom of the bears
The distance to the lake
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2. |
Just Trying to Be Good
03:48
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I like setting things free
Like a bee through a window
A spider scooped up
On some paper
Brought out to a leaf
I like picking things up
Polished brown buckeyes
Feathers and stones
Driftwood and bones
For good luck
Can I pick you up
When you’re feeling discarded
Brush off the dirt and
Make sure that you know
That you’re loved
Can I set you free
When you’re feeling entangled
Like a hawk on the wind
Stretching its wings
Out to sea
I try to give thanks
For the basic essentials
The air in my lungs
My heart pumping
Blood through my veins
I try to pay close attention
To what’s right in front of me
To get out of my head
But it’s easier said
Than it’s done
I’ll pay attention to you
In all of your glory
I’ll show you I see you
And appreciate
All that you do
I’m so thankful for you
In all of your beauty
Non-judgmental and elegant
Funny, intelligent you
Kindness is a choice
Presence is a virtue
Practice makes patience
Mistakes are education
Disguised
Just trying to be good
Nobody’s perfect
Sometimes selfishness wins
And I stop listening
Like I should
Let me be good to you
Like you’re good to me
Acceptance and grace
That’s how we make
Our way through
Let’s keep ourselves free
Let’s keep ourselves open
Like hawks on the wind
Stretching our wings
Out to sea
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Sienna Starmap
04:51
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We were sitting in a meadow
By a tower on a hill
Passing dreams between us
About what we could build
The light was in the grass blades
The clouds were in your eyes
What if instead of settling
We just took to the skies
You hold your arms out in the wind
I swear that you’ll take flight
You turn with that coy smile
And everything’s alright
That’s my mast in your marina
My flag flying in your wind
Safe harbor we sail back to
Time and time again
Sienna starmap on your shoulders
A rivulet drips down your spine
The color of your hair like
Sunset riviera pines
Damn, you look amazing
When can we begin
A newly shining emerald snake
Shedding your old skin
Tend to all your secrets
And I will tend to mine
Like our lives depend on it
To keep mystery alive
That’s my mast in your marina
My flag flying in your wind
Safe harbor we sail back to
Time and time again
Sienna starmap on your shoulders
A rivulet drips down your spine
The color of your hair like
Sunset riviera pines
Damn, you look amazing
How did I take so fucking long
To pick up a guitar
And write you a love song
All these years, all you’ve known
Only songs of someone else
I’m so sorry love, that you’ve never heard
A song about yourself
Oversight of the decade
But better late than never
Take our love by storm
Through every kind of weather
Let’s remember how it was
As we gaze at the horizon
Together but independent
An archipelago of islands
That’s my mast in your marina
My flag flying in your wind
Safe harbor we sail back to
Time and time again
Sienna starmap on your shoulders
A rivulet drips down your spine
The color of your hair like
Sunset riviera pines
Damn, you look amazing
How did I take so fucking long
To pick up a guitar
And write you a love song
All these years, all you’ve known
Only songs of someone else
I’m so sorry love, that you’ve never heard
A song about yourself
Oversight of the decade
But better late than never
Take our love by storm
Through every kind of weather
Let’s remember how it was
As we gaze at the horizon
Together but independent
An archipelago of islands
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I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you're away
When I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay
I tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
It sounded thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now)
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Take me to the backpack days
Young, restless, and ready
Open books that Brooklyn look
Just kids in New York City
Second-hand bikes to the second-hand shop
Black jeans and records
Straight from class to the restaurant job
Choosers can't be beggars
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
Greenpoint down to Red Hook
The G-Train runs the line
Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every time
Drum beats on the summer streets
Rebels running risky
Sun went down, skyline crown
And then you kissed me
Young lovers walk the bridge
To lock their love to metal
You can count on the kids
To make love monumental
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
Greenpoint down to Red Hook
The G-Train runs the line
Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every time
One block to the coffee spot
Two blocks to the park
Five on five, all the colors
Three points from the arc
Exodus to the ocean
Far Rockaway take the A
Hand in hand in the Atlantic
Perfect way to waste a day
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
I might not miss the concrete
I might not miss the grind
But Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every fucking time
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6. |
Overflow the Borders
04:28
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Descent into Sófia
the vigilance of Vitosha
looms over the city
commanding blind devotion
A pilgrimage to origins
your father had to flee
made enemy of the state
for wanting to be free
Monasteries in the mountains
orthodoxy on the walls
the silence of repression
deafening in the halls
If you want freedom
first you find it within
they can take it from the outside
but not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
may appear closer than they are
but nothing can be fully seen
until you ditch the car
Ghosts in the graveyard
candles burning over bones
a jungle filled with prayers
lipstick on a stone
A simple meal in a field
kashkaval and bread
the simpler is the pleasure
the more the soul is fed
Rakia and ruby wine
softening the evening
now we can begin to
shape the shades of meaning
If you want freedom
first you find it within
they can take it from the outside
but not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
may appear closer than they are
but nothing can be fully seen
until you ditch the car
Don’t stop just keep on walking
Don’t take no marching orders
fight only for the right to
overflow the borders
Feeling for the roots now
half estranged half embraced
your existence a rebellion
the fruit of the escape
Radio knows no boundaries
broadcasts cast abroad
you are the transmission
blazing through the fog
Cinnamon skin in Sinemorets
where a river meets the sea
above the beach, a bluff
a single silhouetted tree
If you want freedom
first you find it within
they can take it from the outside
but not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
may appear closer than they are
but nothing can be fully seen
until you ditch the car
Don’t stop just keep on walking
Don’t take no marching orders
fight only for the right to
overflow the borders
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Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize we're floating in space?
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize?
Do you realize that everyone you know
Someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize?
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The Maker
02:37
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Couldn’t make your mother not leave
but you made the football team
Couldn’t make your father not drink
but you were good with pencil and ink
There goes The Maker, they’d say
You were popular, a heartbreaker, a letterman, a journalist
and sad
You had awfully good reasons for that
your mother she never came back
You couldn’t shake off that feeling alone
but you could build a home
You couldn’t help feeling forsook
but you could write a book
On lives The Maker in me
You were a humorist, an architect, a novelist, a dilettante,
a carpenter, a dreamer, and a dad
and you were a pretty great dad
the only one we ever had
Didn’t make all of your dreams come true
but the dreaming’s what carried you through
You didn’t make it out alive
but I hope you made peace when you died
Here lie The Maker’s remains
You were a husband, a teacher, a mason, a birder,
a carpenter, a dreamer, and my dad
and you were a pretty great dad
the only one we ever had
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Dorothy
02:55
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You asked to be forgiven first
Before he knew the crime
“It’s not that I don’t love you”
—a dagger of a line
“One day you’ll understand,” you promised
—never could deliver
Monday you’re his mother, then Tuesday
— gone forever
Dorothy would you play the piano for me?
For me to hold in my memory
You’re the lead I’m the harmony
One last time before you leave
I’ve searched for you in all your places
—Hometown Tacoma
Biz Point Anacortes
Indiana, Oklahoma
In every one you’re long since gone
—Cold trail, cold case
I’d ask around, but never found
Much more than a trace
Dorothy would you write a poem for me?
For me to keep in my wallet to read
Do you have some kind words for me?
One last time before you leave
I’ve heard you loved old records
I’ve heard you loved to dance
Come to know you in a way that he
Never had the chance
Pain can’t be contained
In the end you lost the most
Spread his ashes on your grave,
Now I’m dancing with your ghost
Dorothy would you play the piano for me?
For me to hold in my memory
You’re the lead I’m the harmony
One last time before you leave
Dorothy would you write a poem for me?
For me to keep in my wallet to read
Do you have some kind words for me?
One last time before you leave
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10. |
Your Man
03:48
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You were on the floor again
Asking why
When I don’t know what to say I
Wipe your eyes
Won’t let you disappear but I
Will let you go
There are things you have to do that
You have to do alone
There’s a kind of clarity
After a storm
Maybe even sometimes
Makes it worth it
I will always be
Your man
Your man
For misery
Your man
Your man
For joy to be
I’ll be here when you get back
Sweeping up the shards
Our old routine for when things break
Apart
To think if we had never met that day
I can’t
To think if there were someone else here
Holding this hand
There’s a kind of clarity
After a storm
Maybe even sometimes
Makes it worth it
I will always be
Your man
Your man
For misery
Your man
Your man
For joy to be
Your man
Your man
For misery
Your man
Your man
For joy to be
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11. |
Not Going Away
02:56
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Almost the man I want to be
So close for so long
I told you last night
That one day I'll be gone
We miss the dead
But do the dead miss us
Frozen photos
And a box of dust
To the mountains
We're just clouds passing through
I can think of plenty worse things to do
Not going away
No way now
Not going insane
Say no now
I got something to say
Don't know how
Got no one to blame
It's on me now
Not going away
No way now
Not going insane
Say no now
I got something to say
Don't know how
Got no one to blame
It's on me now
Breathe on the embers
That still glow in the ashes
Carry the fire
And you'll never need matches
Fuel the flame with the rejection letters
That burning hopefulness
That what we do matters
What good are chances that we never take?
What good's a legacy taken to the grave?
Unpublished novels left for dead on the shelf
Am I the serpent who is eating himself?
Not going away
No way now
Not going insane
Say no now
Got something to say
Don't know how
Got no one to blame
It's on me now
Not going away
No way now
Not going insane
Say no now
I got something to say
Don't know how
Got no one to blame
It's on me now
Not going away, no way, now
Not going insane, say no, now
I got something to say
Don't know how
Got no one to blame
It's on me now
I'm on a walk in the woods.
It's snowing
It's a walk that I do often
It's about 20 minutes out
20 minutes back on the same trail
And I'm amazed to see
That my footprints from the way out
Are already completely gone
It's like I wasn't even here
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the doctors watched us watch you die
then went home to their kids
the undertaker smoked a cigarette
while we tossed dirt on the lid
I close my eyes and try
hard to remember
the feeling when I was little
and you’d toss me in the water
raindrops dissolving on the
glass of the skylight
glinting memory of a boy
with a butterfly knife
glossy magazines
the smell of ink and CK-1
last song of the countdown
on the tip of the DJ’s tongue
state park to the Quick-Mart
backlit buttons pop machine
root beer from a silver can
the smell of gasoline
something cooking on the grill
grown-ups we could trust
listen, it’s a whippoorwill
calling through the dusk
dreams of Florida
that pristine apartment
hush of central air co and
plush wall to wall carpet
moonlight through venetian blinds
stripe shadows cut the corner
cicadas orchestrated
on Grandpa’s tape recorder
nostalgia tastes metallic
copper oxidized by time
faded green patina
on the things that used to shine
love is in the details
and everybody knows
can’t stop the river
from going where it goes
Stand By Me taped off TV
is how I see your fifties
buzz cuts and jeans with cuffs
switchblade toothpick bullies
Lollipop on the radio
cherry flavored Pez
off-screen unhappy parents
caught up in their own mess
dandelion warpaint
pinecone grenades
legacies of violence
naturalized from the arcade
the stillness of the body
after the breathing stopped
the indifference of gravity
heartless ticking of the clock
thinking it was empty
I walked into the room
—only to realize that
the room was full of you
Is this the afterlife?
an archaeology of stuff
ruins and reminders
that will never be enough?
chlorine and Coca-Cola
bare feet on warm cement
humidity was good to me
be good to me again
love is in the details
and everybody knows
can’t stop the river
from going where it goes
I close my eyes and try
hard to remember
the feeling when I was little
and you’d toss me in the water
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13. |
It's My Job to Love You
03:51
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I signed the contract
But never punch a clock
It’s my job to love you
And I do love my job
No one checked my credentials
But I know I’m qualified
I don’t have much choice
How much you occupy my mind
Kneel down for you so often
I’ve worn holes in all my jeans
Uniform of my commitment
Busted at the seams
When you slip and twist your ankle
Bear you home upon my back
When you’re sad or bored or lonely
It’s my job to make you laugh
I don’t get paid to do it
And don’t ever take time off
It’s my job to love you
And I do love my job
Wise soul glowing through your eyes
And the spirit of a child
When I’m feeling overworked
You compensate me with a smile
And in the night I hold you close
Until you fall asleep
I wade with you into the shallows
Dive with you in the deep
Always let my vocation
Interfere with my career
the location of my loyalty
Should never be unclear
No one is in charge
Love is the boss
It’s my job to love you
And I do love my job
Love is the work
Love is the wage
The cycle of returns on the
Investments that we make
Sometimes it’s easy
Sometimes it’s not
Sometimes it’s too much
It’s never not a lot
Love is the work
Love is the wage
Love is the key
To its own cage
No one checked my credentials
But I know I’m qualified
I don’t have much choice
How much you occupy my mind
I don’t get paid to do it
And don’t ever take time off
It’s my job to love you
And I do love my job
Love is the work
Love is the wage
The cycle of returns on the
Investments that we make
Sometimes it’s easy
Sometimes it’s not
Sometimes it’s too much
It’s never not a lot
Love is the work
Love is the wage
Love is the key
To its own cage
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Black Bear (Sam Beebe) Munich, Germany
Black Bear is emerging from hibernation into a new dawn, beginning with the release of a new chapter in the story that began with the beloved track "Black Bear," from the 2006 debut album, The Cinnamon Phase. Buy "Black Bear, Pt. II" along with a remaster of "BB"! Support Black Bear on Patreon (www.patreon.com/blackbearsambeebe) and follow on social platforms to stay up to date! ... more
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