Cherry Tree

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released July 1, 2019

Tim Kinsella and Jenny Pulse, everything 50/50.
Mixed by Neil Strauch.
Mastered by Zach Weeks.
Artwork by Mike Taylor.

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Tim Kinsella and Jenny Pulse, Everything 50/50

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Track Name: Muck Thaw
I sing praise to my unsayable
In all my ways my unsayable
tries to whittle down my unsayable
whilst I’m whistling rounds with my unsayable
Hello test group volunteer
Hello top dog’s buried fear
I’ve tidied up my unsayable
and untie myself my unsayable
I can’t help but blurt my unsayable
it’s no joke to choke my unsayable
For my mom’s mom’s sense of scale
For my sweetheart’s
tucked in tail
As many dreams as you can count
there’s that many ways you can wake up
from the tangled seams that you’ve made up
unflood the cemetery
unmelt the sacred prairie
unsalt the crystal cherry
unsting the cinnamon tree
full-service reflex
surface reflection
We believe in the choice to believe in the choice
to believe or not / We believe in the choice
to believe in the choice to believe or not
We believe in the choice to believe in the choice
to believe or not

unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated all my best questions
unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated my telescope’s shadow
unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated my unsayable
unsay the reflex borders
Track Name: Flow Flow
Past is prophecy
Swim swim
Warm bark

Cinnamon rain
Before before
Intoxicating a secret

Touch
wet and dry
Melt melt
Loneliness entangled

Red smoke rises
Flow flow
Cherry stone
Track Name: Strange Pair
suddenly you can't imagine all you once might've known
A true desperado, so long so far away from home
With a little slick acumen, you can still be yourself
if only for a flash, in front of someone else

No one has ever ended up as they intended
But with your capacity for calm public hurt
you kick your beautiful fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness

Suddenly you’re the only one that I might’ve ever known
But if you expect to know me too I’m afraid you’re on your own
It may seem impossible how we once undressed together
But it’s our inevitable shared modest treasure

Yeh sure we'll do everything different this time
Trauma has made us all
narrators unreliable
And gifted us our fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness

Permission flashes
All the old timers call me Sidekick now
Permission flashes
but who would I ever call, if your call is my law?
Permission flashes
The wind suspends the sunrise sky
Permission flashes
I keep an open mind to every end of the world
Permission flashes
Hope you got a good Xanax connection
Permission flashes
content with hunger, never satisfied by ravaging
Permission flashes
Huron and Oakley, 23rd and Western, Irving Park and Ashland
Permission flashes
Our eyes closed together in my kitchen

It’s OK what a hard time all those jokers create
we know the hidden perfection
of our beautiful fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness
Track Name: Coccooning
Caterpillar
Golden coffin Butterfly cradle
please meet me in that brief sweet in-between
Track Name: Theme Song
It’s the real deal
we keep each other organized
not light-hearted
but unburdened

It’s the real deal
we keep each other’s curves
not safe or unstressed

but pledged to blaze
Track Name: Memory Brine
INteresting SACRED POWERs
We EAT when we eat
We SLEEP when we SLEEP
And WHEN it stings We —

the EXTRAoRDINARY
ORDINARY
A FLAG planted on
a windless MOON

INteresting like credit cards we walk When we WALK,

we walk When we WALK cuz you know when you know

you know When you know, When you fall, you dro-ah-aaaaah-op
And WHEN it stings We —
And WHEN it stings We —

the EXTRAoRDINARY
ORDINARY
WEATHER Patterns
OF CLOSED WINDOWS

We Are ALL DOORS
And We open WHICHEVER ONE
YOU KNOCK ON
Track Name: Dream Sting
Feel it when you’re going to freak
Spotted you in silence

A hand is opening

Fold my mind
Fold my mind
Function
Grip your function

under its robe

Bring me close
Track Name: Missing People
I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home

I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
Morning light from night’s other side like a cheat-sheet for my being

I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
So in love with being so alone like a pink baby porcupine 

I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
A gospel collage when my complete being throbs
thru the moping mobs dreading their jobs,
But we’re all the same: feeling most real seeing pictures of ourselves
Track Name: What Day Is It?
Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields

Cool your head
Cool your head

Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields

Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields
Track Name: Saltwater Song
Ok, go ahead

Don’t look at me
I want to do what I want to do
(I want to do what I want to do)

I literally couldn’t hear you
(I literally couldn’t hear you)


He sings a spell
Salt rushes away
When the water goes down
(I want to do what I want)

Kinds of salt drown us
(Scarcely pausing for breath)
Kinds of salt do not
(Upon the sand)
Salt
(Brine springs, brackish water, rock salt)
I don’t know when he sleeps

We each wait for the other to speak first

We think we live by keeping our salt caught in the trap of our hearts, but it floats up
But it floats up through our faces from the inside like a salt filling an aquarium when we talk about ____


Salt abandones itself.
Salt does not.
(I cover my eyes)
We don’t know if the sea was always salted and if so why


I thought I saw salt

I don’t care if it’s dumb
I remember a boy always punching himself in the head

I think about you every day
Salt


Surfaced sacred salt from the sea
Aroused a sleeping sense of floating
Untied my false starts
Unmelted my night
Unflooded this mind
Unsalted these eyes

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