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Incidentally

by David Roos

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1.
I was a weedy white boy living in Scottsdale Thrown up in the desert from the belly of a whale 10 speed tire on a frying pan subdivision sidewalk Banana seat boy scout, brave and loyal Blood orange sky in the middle of winter A blood orange guy with a mouthful of cactus splinters One year my mom got work with the Navajo nation So I left to go to school on the reservation In Scottsdale I thought I was hip In Scottsdale I thought that I was cool I was all but invisible, to these kids at my new high school Tried to copy their walk, learn the lingo Tried to imagine myself as something more Than an uptight, milk-fed nervous gringo I was looking for a cure, some kind of miracle eraser In the passenger seat of mom’s powder blue AMC Pacer I was a weedy white boy from Scottsdale Weedy white boy from Scottsdale Weedy white boy from Scottsdale Weedy white boy Blood orange sky in the middle of winter A blood orange guy with a mouthful of cactus splinters If you stay in the desert, the desert will own you Til you’re a weedy old man Vacuuming his front yard In suburban Arizona
2.
My sister called to wake me up Yeah, something ‘bout a waterline Somewhere some water is rising But when I close my eyes, the river looks dry Alligator banjo Wrapped up in a sheet Balance on the gas station roof Swim down a river street Alligator banjo Holding it way up high Today the sun was rising up From an angry part of the sky Alligator banjo Broken D string Hurricane gospel choir, hurricane gospel choir Tugging at the end of a line
3.
Resurrect remains of the recently repressed Memory is a chemical Fly away, to the stars, leaving no stone unturned The chemicals are coming back Fly away on an endless train Through a desert of dimming light Take away all that you can carry yourself I have seen something and I know I wasn't dreaming Conjure up the spirit of the fleeting and the stressed In the middle of the culdesac
4.
The field is on fire, don’t go outside Turn away from windows, run and hide If you are out in your car, pull right over where you are Lock your doors and hold your breath You know there is much to fear when the lights go out Things can change their shape and change their size in the dark Raging rivers from one drop, blazing fire from one orange spark All of this got started when we weren’t looking Curtain call, take another bow Make your way to the car It’s a shame how no one pulled the fire alarm No one had the sense to call it in Raging rivers from one drop, blazing fire from one orange spark All of this got started when we weren’t looking Flames grow high as water evaporates
5.
We set sail in this cereal bowl Chasing words and letters in the usual way Spend the day exploring stories we've been told Drop our anchor at the end of day Spend our day exploring with the charts we stole Cast our net into the milk Drop our anchor at the end of a pirate's day And close our eyes and fall asleep and dream beneath this milky way Chasing random letters Using maps and charts we stole Chasing random letters Using charts and maps that we stole Wearing tanks of oxygen We explore the boundaries of this cereal bowl At the end of a good pirate's day We sail for home Leaving a wake of words and random letters Underneath a typographic milky way Wearing tanks of oxygen We explore the boundaries of this cereal bowl At the end of a good pirate's day We sail for home, we sail for home Leaving a wake of words and random letters Underneath a typographic milky way Underneath a typographic milky way
6.
Illustrate the constellations with a handmade flashlight pointer Base the names on shapes you recognize No one falls asleep here We're engaged and fully up to speed We're a flash of light just passing through Take no notice of what surrounds us We're just passing through Translate the conversation with appropriate graphic devices Leave nothing to interpretation We've all come this far And no one has locked the door We're a flash of light just passing through Translate the obvious, minimize the wait Lower expectations Where there's a will, there's a way Erase every question mark Nothing rests upon this page Lower expectations Where there's a will, there's a way
7.
Counting backwards -- As you close your eyes Hold your breath in Receive your real name -- With the crickets and fireflies On a quarter-acre of land I am standing still -- At the center Coming very close -- To the freezing point But the danger remains undetermined Well, it’s not like that It’s not as if you can count on one primary color On a restless acre of pavement I am holding still, between two painted lines I always want to be thought of as more than just a number If I find myself standing in a long line, I try to maintain a sence of peace, a sense of calm I like to live by my own rules I like to keep my eye on the ball I always know the score If I think like a winner, I will be a winner I am the winner, I have won the game I like to please people I am a people-pleaser I like to color outside the lines I need to play by my own rules Sometimes when I awaken from a dream I wonder if there are actually no rules Maybe this is all an illusion I have just won another game Another victory for me Another gold star in my column At the center Sparks have landed on our sleeves -- So we back away Concentrate -- On just what is in our line of sight Covered in shadow, the ground is cool and quiet I am standing still -- Looking forward
8.
Dreams give way when first light hits the eyes of a dreamer Morning brings reality with its heat Quiet interrupter with right of first refusal Determined, with a certain sense of uncertainty My parents went to college, and soon I followed Kind of like that certain way summer follows spring By fall when I was walking, not walking fast Footprints in the snowflakes, with dreams trailing Set it all up, just one part catches fire Turn it up to 10 Play it all out, down to the wire My sister's married to a serious survivalist their kids are getting drunk on holy water in Florida Well, that's a hell of a thing for an earthbound atheist who dreams of running from guns and bibles in the mountains of Canada My neighbor's buried in delirious anonymity his bones lie scattered randomly at the bottom of a reservoir Although it doesn't do much to help an eternal soul's salvation the combination of bones and ditches isn't bad for irrigation
9.
Offering 03:32
Cool water for the fire dragon A guess at what is in most need One nail that will hold the weight An offering for those who do and don’t believe Silver cup of juniper oil A handful of fresh, but bitter herbs Close your eyes and open them Close your eyes and open them Smoke will rise and cover the sky Smoke will rise and cover up the sky Smoke will rise, and cover up the sky tonight So it’s written, and so it will be done Print up extras to hand out to everyone One if by land, two if by sea And one in the middle, if they don’t agree Count again, if you find yourself trailing -- Try again, if you find yourself wondering
10.
All signs pointed to the same place near a tree growing by the freeway After the rain lets up for just a bit we're sure to see them digging if not for the headlights of passing cars we'd be invisible sitting high up in the branches With a piece of a broken bottle we carve our names into the bark Measure twice and you can cut just one time use only what you need cause you can save the rest take a picture so it lasts a little longer take a deep breath so your words come out strong After some rain, there's sure to be some curiosity When the ground is dry, it's safe to start again When the ground is dry, when the ground is dry
11.
Orange Cab 06:24
Pavement cracks follow a tree root path Underneath a parked car across the street and back The outline looks a little like a ring of fire that has already burned through half Pavement cracks follow a tree root path Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab Listening for the war to start, listening for the siren of a breaking heart Quiet, content, and happy with what I had Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab Check the time on my phone, then put away my reading glasses Open up the window, and lean back on head rest, as the evening passes I remember when I was sitting over there on the opposite side Check the time on my phone, then put away my reading glasses I remember when the sun was still shining I remember when the wind didn’t howl so much I remember when the mark wasn’t on my back I remember when the light didn’t weigh so much -- The light didn’t weigh so much Sometimes the block used to lose power, when the train used to roll on by Until they put the wires underground, built a wall for us all to live our lives behind I always thought the train was there to remind us of the things we might like to try But the block used to lose power, when the train used to roll on by So now we take a cab, when we want to go away So now we take a cab, when we want to go away Pavement cracks follow a tree root path Underneath a parked car across the street and back The outline looks a little like a ring of fire that has already burned through half Pavement cracks follow a tree root path Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab Listening for the war to start, listening for the siren of a breaking heart Quiet, content, and happy with what I had Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab In a café, on a beach in mexico Radio competes with the mariachi band Familiar song from the 60s, that you always used to hear every time your plane would land And we’d all start singing along When the mariachi band headed into the kitchen Dusty Springfield was singing of her hopin’ and her wishin’ Wishin’ and hopin’, wishin’ and hopin’
12.
This little car I'm riding in was made in Germany There is a little plaque, glued off-center on the back to prove it changed hands once in Oregon Keeping to the center line by any means necessary license and registration don't make a fuss, just hand it over Practice for the singalong, the fun will be starting soon memorize more than just the minor chords Remember what the scout leader taught you Three stars in a line represent a hunter's belt Three words in a certain order recreate everything he felt This little car I'm riding in is only temporary I'll be riding in some other car before I've set all of the radio stations and I know before I know it I'll be mercifully, thankfully, definitely, probably riding in some other car that might have been made in Sweden There might be a little plaque glued off-center on the back to show it changed hands once in Copenhagen Edinburgh, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Escondido Marseilles, Bangalore, Tokyo, West Vancouver
13.
If 03:32
If I hunt for dinner, if I chop some wood If I look for water, if I clean up real good If I set the table, put on some Miles Davis If I fold the napkins, up into the shape of a swan If I sing softly, if I get it right If I sign my name, if it stays light If I write it down on paper, if I say just what you want If I leave a wide margin, if I choose a readable font If I hunt for dinner, if I change my name If I look for water, if I take the blame If I set the table, put on some Shirley Horn If I fold the napkins, up into the shape of a man The waterline is rising higher The temperature is going down If I hunt for dinner, if I chop some wood If I look for water, if I clean up real good If I set the table, put on some Chet Baker If I fold the napkins, up into the shape of a horn The waterline is rising higher, the temperature is going down The altitude is going down, the acceleration is going down, the tempo is going down
14.
Hey hey oh hey hey, the sky has fallen down today I saw the pieces of blue as they fell past my eyes Hey now hey now, I can see the sky has fallen down on me and there are no other places for the pieces of blue sky to be So take a spoon full of sugar, a spoon full of salt pour it on top it's best to mix the chemicals whether it's something that is obvious or not nothing ever comes out straight from the bottle without surprising pieces of foreign matter take a piece from the left, a piece from the other side stir it up just right it helps to mix the chemicals so it's easier to notice what was hidden in plain sight nothing ever comes out straight from the bottle without surprising pieces of foreign matter when I was the light from a new moon I would shine through the window change all the colors to silver grey-blue disrupt peaceful dreams When I was a wave crashing on your shore I'd bring along everything that had been stirred up change the colors to silver-grey blue disrupt peaceful dreams
15.
Incidentally (free) 03:59
I should probably maybe just let you know Incidentally That I come from a place that is covered up in snow For maybe ten months out of every year Before the river starts to run Before the surface begins to crack There’s an impenetrable layer of ice Protecting what is underneath Incidentally If you want to make sure You have a little water in the morning You have to make sure To let a little water trickle all night If you want to make sure You have a little water in the morning You have to make sure To let a little water trickle all night Tiger on one forearm, dragon on the other Tiger on one forearm, dragon on the other If you happen to ask Or if you happen to discover There’s a trick to making the seasons all change From one season to another It has to do with finding the right rope And it has to do with holding on And it has to be long and strong enough And it has to reach clear around the other side And it can’t slip an inch as the world is turning Incidentally I should probably maybe just let you know Incidentally That I come from a place that is covered up in snow
16.
Tiny Bones 04:43
Breathing in, the miracle cure The one that turns all time back Breathing in what passes for light Abandon not all hope, within these walls Abandon nothing you might need Catch this quick, when it bounces off the satellite Put your hand up, and just be It isn't that it can't happen here, it just doesn't happen everywhere It takes a little time to recognize the things you've seen every day Here in this same place, where bodies end and begin I keep hearing 70's pop – whenever I call you friend When we walk into the street we're always walking on mounds of tiny bones When we look into the sky we're always seeing through blood We walk onto the water, when we're rising up above When we walk onto the earth we're always walking on top of tiny bones Here in this same place, where bodies end and begin I keep hearing 80's rock – don't stop believin' When we walk into the street we're always walking on mounds of tiny bones When we look into the sky we're always seeing through blood We walk onto the water, when we're rising up above When we walk onto the earth we're always walking on top of tiny bones, tiny bones

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released October 1, 2010

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