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Field Sleeper

by Field Sleeper

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    Tree photograph (w/ “Field Sleeper” text)
    Bird (w/ “Field Sleeper” text)
    Mirror (w/ “Field Sleeper” text)
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    Bird (w/o text)
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    Tree photograph by Nadia Mulhall
    Mirror and Bird images by Oriana G.G. Hirschberg
    Postcard design by Alex Paquet

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1.
Paris, TX 03:04
I open the door, and I hear the highway roar, It takes more space every day It’s a gray afternoon, second Sunday in June, And the cars in my ears are rumbling on Travis dressed in black, with a red baseball cap Talks like my ‘pa, and walks like me I am crying out for help, retreat into myself and the cars in my ears, I wish they’d stop Rushing around into twilight chasing a red Chevrolet The boy leads the way to what can’t be erased I close my eyes, breathe one long sigh And I open the door, and I hear the highway roar Tell me has it always been this way? I forget what I lost, buy what I keep around And the path that I take traveling home
2.
Mosquitoes 03:37
Tending my spine in the pink wind, auburn light Mosquitoes take flight as I hang in your clothespin eyes The kindness you offer me, the distance you keep the click and the shuttering, to hear what you see And the rustling between us leaves in the ripple of night what you pen of the feathers that fall to your spine to repair? How I’ve relied on the green edge of your blue reply and yet it is I who is silent by your tableside Leaving your quiet lawn, mosquitoes sing and I leave to ponder on my sucking and screams And the rustling between us leaves it the ripple of night what would I pen of the feathers that fall to my spine to repair? All of my anger and self-righteous urgency gone how I’d remember the wings of the love we flew on
3.
peering out on the railing fingers loosen, rearranging the parts that you can share honestly when it’s searing, full of anguish could my hearing give it language? even if it don’t, I’ll pull you through
4.
the great rockers of Cleveland have a soul that I rarely share yet I’m reminded that it’s there when I ride in your car the clouds over the Beachland, the cool mist in the air well they run through your sandy hair, like you’re someone they know how long ‘til I break the mask of the place from which I came can I ride with you tonight, and see me in unfamiliar light? no old table to eat from, no new blood in my veins yet your voice rings with my name, like you’re someone from home in five years of our friendship, at times I’ve felt out of place yet I learned to take up space, right next to you how long ‘til I break, the mask of the place from which I came can I ride with you tonight, and see me in unfamiliar light how not to confuse loyalty with a shelled excuse if I change soft in the night, would I be the one you’d recognize?
5.
sunlight spins white from the sycamore’s twisting bows, river whirling whistle splits night as we climb up the railroad tower, light returning though it does not care, it’s like a prayer I never noticed like your gratitude for days renewed, has come in focus meadow ‘round the tracks sun on any path… if we hang from the beams of an ancient grief, seldom spoken would a tear in the roof offer freeing proof, or damning token? when I hear your voice, I hear a choice, I never noticed like your gratitude for days renewed has come in focus meadow round the tracks sun on any path… soft reflections, scattered lies coarse reflections, squinting eyes
6.
Crybabies 03:25
talking at the taco bar, we wrote a song about beer you spoke so much with your arms, I did my best to hear I can’t describe the feeling stuck inside, coming into bloom you asked me back to your house, I met your dog at the door black hair and graceful paws, she moved her hips like yours I caught a glimpse of what life could have been, to be loved by you turning inside out, and shaking off my doubt my heart began to pound, and so I ran for you when we kissed later that week, you told me you had a crush my heart turned into clay, changing to every touch until I burned and now I’m full of holes, and hold what you gave me turning in my sleep, like waking from a dream your dog between my knees, what am I to you? what am I feeling? I want to be true to you but I’m lying to myself, lying ‘bout my health,, just to stay near you what am I feeling? how can I be true to you, when I have never felt so lost?
7.
To Be Real 03:15
what does it feel like? I’m not sure I know I found it hard to explain, you said it sounds uncontrolled well, I have shaped it, and wrapped it into all of my grandest feats, and all my lonely pursuits what does it feel like? like I can’t talk to you I’ve got too many problems, too much work to do why am I working? ‘cause I ain’t worth enough but I got all of the answers, I’ll leave you to rust ancient saber, fearful shield I’d lay them down to be real what does it feel like? it feels like distrust of everyone’s feelings, save weakness and lust what does it feel like? like I deserve pain, for some kind of vacancy too old to explain ancient saber, fearful shield I’d lay them down to be real calm my heart in greener fields no lonely walk can solely heal
8.
Son Cries 04:00
through the embers of our night, we remember our son cries smoldering through their disguise, flaming with amazement there’s a boy we can’t erase, in each of us he’s out of place under tender eyes he day-, dreams until your own shake him awake call in… see the woman in my face, greet the shedding of that shame when you took my hand, stubborn harshness peeling back how I opened up so quietly through the ash I let her in, fill my voice and warm my skin wrap me in the clothes she’d pick, not some frail shadow there’s a boy we can’t erase, holds the love of being raised and the courage to embrace, the things in me which he can’t yet explain call in.. see the woman in my face, greet the shedding of the shame when you took my hand, held it like an open plan how I understood so quickly she is me
9.
oh when I rose out of the valley, angry and afraid tired of pretending, I unrolled all my shame moonlight on spring grass, pigeons in the sun they cry ‘you’re not lonely’ to the child in my heart as he’s screaming, swinging his skinny arms, oh, I will show him beauty and help him do less harm crying and lying, the boy who never learned to care so he searched for a teacher in every heart, til there was no one there so we’ll walk to the creek, bubbling it’s tiny prayers oh, I will show him beauty, or whatever flows down there oh the paths we take to leave something behind now I will let him sleep in, and find out what’s inside

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released March 1, 2024

All songs written by Alex Paquet
All instruments by Alex Paquet except:
Flute on “Paris, TX”: Leticia Wiggins
Air Organ on “Paris, TX”, Bass on “Crybabies”: Zac Little
Recorded, Produced, and Mixed by Zac Little
Mastered by Glenn Davis
Artwork and Design by Oriana G.G. Hirschberg

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