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lyrics

you used to try when the times were hard
to plant yr fingers in the yard
in the hopes that feathers might grow from those hurtin’ hands.
meanwhile i never found my path
in spite of all that funny math
tryin’ to prove i was a victim of circumstance.

but you were square-rooted as me,
with fallow ground from a family
who could hardly notice

how your heart heard the lie
when they told you not to fly
but to try and be a star:
how bizarre!

you missed the sun by a single inch
and now yr cardboard wings are singed,
and stranded, and stitched up with stars from the pleiades.
cracked desert skin and black fray’d lace,
and all of the beauty of your face, a-sparklin,
pasted with the petals of peonies.

your possibilitarian smile
coulda swallowed me whole just to spend a little while
under a leaky tin rooftop,

while the sun closed her eye,
wrung the clouds out to dry,
and you told me of your dreams:
how serene!

that summer blazed away so swift,
and how our friendship, it seem’d to drift,
while somebody danced away his days in the undertow.
that otter swam his rivers round,
till one bright morning he was found:
a roadside victim in a murderous puppet show.

how my heart dove straight on south,
when i saw he had his paw in his open mouth:
he spent his last breath laughin:
how the car… it seemed alive.
time for work, it’s time to drive.
but all the beauty that his playful soul had made:
how betrayed!

black highway brands on the planet’s skin,
& hot death tangled up within,
unsuspecting but fated as icarus.
some who get burned up in this game
they throw their hands up and proclaim:
“i guess this whole blesséd world is too big for us!”

but what do possibilitarians do?
with a buncha beatin’ hearts and a song or two:
under the holy ozone…?

while the sun, burning bright
seems to ask with her light
what the world can endure
while we lust for a cure
to the very disease
that the driver of the car never sees.
but when we’re left at home to all our own devices,
do we have to drive the world into a crisis?
and then climb the roof and twist the weathervane?
how insane!

credits

from Possibilitarian Smile, released May 1, 2021
words and music arranged by Isaac Fosl-van Wyke

guitar and vocals: Isaac Fosl-van Wyke
background vocals: Lacey Guthrie & Joan Shelley
drums: Rafael Freitas
upright bass: Lucille Ann
violin: Anna Krippenstapel
recorded and mixed by Jim Marlowe at End of An Ear Studios

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Isaac Fosl-van Wyke Louisville, Kentucky

Isaac Fosl-van Wyke is a songwriter and puppeteer based out of Louisville, KY.

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