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10 sparkling songs produced and recorded at Boo Dub Studios in Asheville, NC.

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released January 3, 2011

All songs written by Chelsea Lynn La Bate.
Produced by Will Bradford.
Engineered by Brooke Binion.

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Ten Cent Poetry Asheville, North Carolina

Chelsea La Bate is a poet, composer, songwriter, performer, author and radio host. She likes sparkly things. She constructs songs with colored markers, a notebook, a mountain dulcimer, a banjo and a guitar.

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Track Name: Galileo
You are here

a tiny speck

on this shiny fleck

in the not so middle of,

the not so middle of


You are here

on this orb of ocean

the north pole's less frozen

and you're tied up and twisted

about self promotion


You are here

floating on this who knows what

settled stardust going nuts

look, look, looking up

we're look, look, looking up


Galileo

tell us something we don't know

take us where we long to go

put the sun in the middle

the sun in the middle


Galileo

stand for knowledge we fear most

raise our eyes and stun our ghosts

put the sun in the middle and let us go


Now this all looks silly from outer space

a shrunken head

a misplaced grace

a long lost dime

without it's face


I'm bidding low

I'm aiming high

the planets pose

the comets fly

you'll never know so

try, try, try
Track Name: Fifty Foot Flames
You pry apart the lips

of a fifty cent lawn chair

garage sale bargain

lock jawed with sea air


There's nothing in this town

but a lost child's theater

you passed my house a thousand times

but you didn't know I lived there


why does it take

fifty foot flames

to walk across the streets

to learn our neighbors names?


The shingles slide like playing cards

the windows melt like taffy

the door frames snap like toothpicks

smoke bitter brown as coffee


Your flushed with blush

Igneous

Firey fingers flick at us


We take a turn to watch it burn

a heated urn

To love, love, love

We love to learn

We learn to burn
Track Name: Piano Bench
I come to you with my nursery rhymes

in the these New York times

You pull out your piano bench

The battles blaze the babies take shape

the face of your heart appears through the haze


Cause we've built this monument

a modest brigade

Laid out our blankets in one another's shade


And you say kiss my eyes

lay the soft parts of your body on the hard times of my life

I've tried my best here to follow the directions right

It's been a mixture of effort, love and time


We come to that place where the weather changes

and the lights dim and the water drains

And the hand that we're holding withdraws and swaps names

the steering wheel sways the car changes lanes


Cause we don't have an escape plan

Or a way out of here

Or a filtration system to manage our fears


And you say kiss my eyes

lay the soft parts of your body on the hard times of my life

I've tried my best here to follow the directions right

It's been a mixture of effort, love and time


I come to you with my nursery rhymes

in the these New York times

You pull out your piano bench
Track Name: Anticipating Evolution
In the time it took

the newlyweds

to compromise

to make their beds

the owl flew


The guards rearranged their positions

the stars underwent significant transitions

and the sages knew

they'd done all they could do


They sent each other off

With a shaking head and a chiseled cough

Then they sent each other off

Stop watch stopped, luggage lost


How long can you stand by

relentless sun swarming flies

Anticipating evolution sleep in your eyes


Who will give back your prize

Crooked crown oversized?


They sent each other off

With a shaking head and a chiseled cough

Then they sent each other off

Stop watch stopped, luggage lost
Track Name: Prince in a Pawn Shop
If your words were blades

this carpet would be red

You're satisfied with your technique

but your greatest lover's dead


Prince in a pawn shop

Fondling the gears

of the poor town's locomotive

of the union's hard clocked years

What have you done?


What have you done for the village?

Who have you helped for a dime?

When have you plated up the slices of your life?

Without notating the time?


And now we have this air to breathe

with it's heaviness and rye

You've poisoned the well you see

are you satisfied?

What have you done?
Track Name: Shallow Breathing feat. Mike Grubbs
Horse on my chest

Wandering the outskirts

The sensation of rest

is the soul turned outwards


A frozen stream

winds through your house

You loose the hand

to the craving of the mouth


Now I have nothing but this shallow breathing

a salted shell an awkward season

meet me on the outskirts


I broke out vessel

put down faith

Backed up from the dust cloud

Of what I claimed I loved

and what I threw

what I claimed I loved and what I blew

what I claimed I loved and what I blew

away


Now I have nothing but this shallow breathing

a salted shell an awkward season

meet me on the outskirts


We have nothing but this shallow breathing

a salted shell an awkward season

meet me on the outskirts
Track Name: Patterns of Flight
Another meal alone

another blackened night

moths flapping at a single bulb

eating all the light


I still have our coals burning

the melodies and the lines

looping like the coasters

in the fairgrounds of my mind


these slow, slow, slow bites

of fast, fast, fast food

may be the end

of my knowledge of anything good


and there was something i came back

i came back here to find

in this old card catalog

in this palindrome of mine


i remember what you said

your handwriting hasn't faded

the outline of your body would still be here

had i waited


these slow, slow, slow bites

of fast, fast, fast food

may be the end

of my knowledge of anything good
Track Name: Savannah
Radiant prism

holy water you are the

last vile of untouched earth

the farmer's virgin daughter


I'm in your pickup in Savannah

ghosts and bearded moss toads

mating in the coy pond

windows down we're lost


Endangered species

petal amongst thorns you are a

venom-less cobra

rhino no horn


I count my scars

my lies my messes

my warts and flaws

my blood stained dresses


I know this seat is taken

i'll try another my door

my stability's been shaken

i feel like loose change on your floor

loose change


I want to jar and cage you

hold you glowing in my hand

round up your shiny pieces

like the neighborhoods crushed cans


This storm has kept us inside

let's take the waitress home

we'll leave our numbers on the table

Joni Mitchell on the radio

i know your room ain't vacant

cause i'm out here on the streets

with the man selling carnations

we're begging in our wet bare feet

but as i cross the parking lot

i caught you looking one last time

what will a king like you do

with these nickels and dimes?


Radiant prism

holy water, holy water, holy water. . .
Track Name: Marco Polo
Where is my wife?

Where is my home?

I've lost my work i'm all alone

the pipes of my life are frozen

my will to live, overthrown


Where is our water?

Where is our food?

the dirt is starving

births no wood

the rice we planted is no good

we have collapsed where we once stood


Marco . . . ..


Where is my country?

Where is my psalm?

though shall not kill is camouflaged

in the sand paper planes abroad

for the rich man's oil

i gave my son


Marco . . .. .


We've called on the angels for relief

with fingerless hands they've watched us weep

their heads are heavy eyes deep

silently they share defeat


Are you out there?

Are you far?

if i can find the stage

i'll find your heart

this road's been heavy

it's been hard

where's there's death

there's a start


Marco. . . .. .Polo
Track Name: Twilight of Your Love
I've checked the cupboards

all the jars and drawers

recycling centers

salvation army stores


the stand ins and substitutes have proved to be a bore

I've cataloged your footprints

I've swallowed your shore


I called on the owl, raven and whale

despite all my madness

the truth still prevailed


If we invest in the flighty, the fleeting and the frail

what will be the outcome

when all systems fail?


Split ends went shifting

loose knots went missing

I'm snake toothed and hissing

in the twilight of your love