Golconda

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1.
FR 422 03:00
2.
It’s been thirteen hours since I stood by your door And Santa Teresa’s lit up like a gourd Come out, little poet, come down to the square Though I know that your critics will also be there It’s been thirteen days since the professors came They sit by the pool and they murmur your name Come out, little poet, and don’t make them give The best of their days just to know you still live It’s been thirteen years since I picked up your books With thirteen companions I scoured their nooks Come out, my dear poet, and give us a glance Of your tall silhouette on the street outside the dance In Santa Teresa the weather is hot And the sunsets come early the months that it’s not Come out, my dear poet, or give me a clue That I can decipher to come and find you
3.
But first we made time for crumpets and marmalade And breakfast sausage that your friend made It was hard to leave with the snow in drifts wrapping our cars up like Christmas gifts Ten thirty and a to-go mug of hot tea Ten miles and a flat halfway to Belfry We would drive fourteen hours just to suss what a little sun might do for us We stopped for chocolate in a cowboy town We stopped for a soak where the river runs brown When we got to the desert we knelt down and cried and thanked the Lord that we’d survived We slept on the floor at the geologist’s home We made scrambled eggs and we made plans to roam We stared out the window in the forest’s face we’d driven out of winter to some other place I found you green in the grip of a lovely monsoon Your pockets were empty, your smile like a rune Yeah I drove eighteen hours just to see what a little sun might do for me
4.
City Secrets 04:03
There are roads you never knew the names of That all the same you always drove just fine There’s a donut shop all the way across town There’s a used bookstore that’s managed to stayed open There’s a DIY space somewhere on the green line There’s a taco place somewhere in the valley And yeah, I’m going to the game tonight But I don’t know exactly how to get there No, I don’t know the best way to get there There’s a high point with a view off 32nd Street There’s a five-way intersection with no stop signs There’s a townie bar somewhere on the west side With a big fish tank and Gumballhead on tap There’s a full moon over the factories on the Indiana line There’s a house party by the freeway And yeah, I’m going to Savanna’s place tonight But I don’t know exactly how to get there No, I don’t know the best way to get there There’s a full moon over the factories on the Indiana line There’s a silver maple stump that’s all that remains of The roads we never knew the names of That all the same we always drove just fine
5.
October 13 03:29

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Clara Byom: bass clarinet on track 2
Elliot Cless: violin samples on track 5

the prepared digital piano (tracks 3-4) is a software instrument invented by Dan Trueman: manyarrowsmusic.com/nostalgicsynchronic

cover art by Chaney Howe

music & lyrics by Luke Gullickson
Oct - Dec 2016, Albuquerque
© 2016 by Two Labyrinths Music (ASCAP)

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released February 10, 2017

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Golconda Albuquerque, New Mexico

Peripatetic avant-troubadour songs for the discerning vagabond

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