Name: Borders
Channel: Judson Musci / Jon Ham
Description: "Borders" is a song by Jon Ham. A poem written by Judson Musci, with sounds by Jon Ham ... sitar tablas electric mandolin & sonic manipulation

Borders

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A poem written by Judson Musci, with sounds by Jon Ham ... sitar tablas electric mandolin & sonic manipulation

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Jon Ham

sometimes danceable and funky, sometimes dark and ominous, sometimes noise and ART...

Hi. I'm Jon Ham. I dabble in guitar, bass, keyboards, drums, beats, foundsounds, and audio ART. Be sure to check out Sound of Would, a band in which I play guitar...

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Experimental

Charts

Peak #275

Peak in subgenre #54

Author

Judson Musci / Jon Ham

Uploaded

May 11, 2003

Track Files

MP3

MP3 6.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

Judson is a kind soul from Denton Texas...wrote the words which moved me to create this audible version of the poem...I can't wait for us to meet in person...Inspired by and posted on the Communication Lowdown...thanks to all the lowdowners =)  (if you don't know......)

Lyrics

i see a man standing next to a tree
under its branches he holds
his hands into the sky around him

and i see the leaves grow
out from his feet as the
tree leaps spry like a man
calling up and long through
the scattering of moments
"i am that"

and i see the roots holding fast,
the seeds of truth soaring like breath
the power of all that i am not
to fold the murmuring blood into a body solid
with my eyes the trees eyes
decorating bark and sap
with the silence of still water
the silence of fluidity

and then
standing still upon this
bridge swaying loose
and spanning the rush
of cold current water flowing
the make of this mind unfolding 
before itself
in tireless awe and gravity 
like the weight of my body
upon the planks of bridge like
the weight of the stirring forest
deep in the chaos of this mind
it all becomes awash in a unity 
touching the endless borders 
of a dream
so lightly brushing the borders 
of myself where continuosly 
the pushing heart leaps 
and from this bridge i can see
a road distant that leads on to a border
which gives rise to another border
and on into the meshing molding
sea of borders rising into
themselves like boiled pasta
heaped upon this dish of dreams
this stream of dreams that flows
by like the tumbling currents below
this rotting bridge of myself
planted like a garden
in the chaos of mind
and growing like a garden
in the light of mind,
growing into the flesh of wood
that will build a new bridge
as the old crumbles and
flows away in the cascading 
current below
flows away into the sea 
that can only spill as much 
as it holds
the breath that always returns 
to its home
the words that rise and decay
to fill a world

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