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At the Estuary

by Third

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Dreams sunk into the newness of this home Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone Motion sickness hit me all alone But will the impact dent into the floor? Bathed in water, rinsed my face I ripped my shoes before the race I wrote the textbook of my youth and I ripped out pages when I moved. Dance of idols floating out my door See my problems? I can't weigh them anymore Cutting hands off leaves a carpet red But I think we'll say it was worth it in the end Panels sunken, changing fast Half a house with baby cats I read the textbooks, read straight through and I rode on the Fifty-Two! Send me on my way! I've got three hundred days!
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We met God in the bottoms He didn't ask us for much 'Cept some quarters for laundry and grace for the cuts on our feet. We found art in the ditches, some flowers growing between a broken couch and a TV: dirty pages from grey magazines. The Teague Miracle Temple, a plank nailed to the door The grass cuts through the pavement I'll just breathe through the words in my teeth.
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Climbing through the windowsill and I see Polaroids I had forgot Yellowed paper 'round our glossy faces Blue ink scrawled upon the back Inching through a cave I once crawled nightly Closing in beneath the bed Photographs are rushing through my vision Names that we will soon forget In the room I find I see a painting Shrouded white and bitter cold From the folding lines I see it take shape, I know the beast is still alive I know I held you, know I loved you But with time, nothing changed for you In my mind, I see clearly I see time, it has changed me
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Hang low tree, brush with your green fingers all in my cheeks We have seen the grayest of skies and the grayest of streets But so few can say on their birthday they got what they want A friend on the riverbank Mercy and water, no scorn Press me sweet against this obsession, away from machines Blades and leaves, a cutting distinction is far beyond me But how can I say that all man is the same anymore? As I have seen rupture with mercy and water come out Have you ever opened your eyes to a white river brown? And have you imagined that earth is on earth making scars? Swing on the branches, we'll never fall off! Fine-tune your meadows, but something is lost Bend this wood, sticks in the water with mercy and fruit Sweetest ground, sit on the bank we call Jesus' street.
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When our dear lord cried "Let there be light!" Even that could not make you wake You were far beyond the breath of life that most creatures take If you try to blame me now, If you try to blame me now I'm crying foul. Oh aluminum house, where I room with each Each different part of me From the corners of my mind and the minds of those who claim to see. The wind and the howl and the snakes, my God! How they make you shake! I didn't build you but your chalky, screechy shudders I won't forsake And if you try to blame me now, If you try to blame me now I'm crying foul. Oh aluminum house, where I room with each Each different part of me From the corners of my mind and the minds of those who claim to see. For every ghost Trapped in that place Between the river and the sea And the different discarded girls, wrapped in tarps and washed up on the beach: Every ghost that lives in you, every ghost that lives in you is me.
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Line of Red 06:55
I saw that line of red When I went to rouse my sleepyhead When I went to rouse my sleepyhead. On the floor he was abed Broken bottles haloed round his head. Snaked between the sofa legs a trail of piss in which he bled. I told my friend "Don't stay. After all, Darling, it's your birthday. Don't make your other guests wait." In the door she hesitates. Garbed in pearls and bows and lace And a dress fit for roller-skating Wistf'ly, she says "Sorry for the mess we made." Then to my knees I lift his sorry head. Glass falls from his parted lips Every fold of flesh trembling sweat. I dread. I dread. I dread. "Were those drunken fools misled? My anger fails to indwell what's said. Anger fails to dwell in what I said. You were my debt, A short and unexpected debt, Yet how am I upset? What good is it entrusting this to me, what good is it? What good is it? Thou diligent daughter, Do not trouble thyself! There's no hurry for me. You honored thy promise For three days you fed and kept me, such kindness to such an old hog as I. No sweeter end could life afford. Do not ask why such short company we kept. Even Satan wants of God and from the movements of His hand, by the movements of His hand, draws his breath. If my farmer father's unconcerned by death, and time, in kind, my anxiousness can rest. But 'fore I go, a small request: Love dwells in every natural act Should a vulture ever trace thy step, Recall his brotherhood and rest. His purpose made by Him who makes us one Lay me down in the lowland, now, and Brother Buzzard will care for me when I'm done! Love dwells in every natural act!
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The willow waves in salutation His mouth is wide, he’s so impatient We’ve hollowed out his trunk of memories To make our own misshapen puzzle piece The young knives, daggers pierce the past Where moth and rust destroy and feast at last I’m a creature of habit Digging my claws into you I’m baring my teeth So you can set a trap for me The young knives, daggers pierce the past Where moth and rust destroy and feast at last If words serve me well, I will write you this song Adorn yourself with flowers We’ll have a funeral for my love
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Mourning 03:53
Hung up the phone, collapsed into my arms Can't believe it's true he just cleaned out his car, left some trash in the front yard. Walked reluctantly in the front door, as our feet stood shaking on the carpeted floor It was quiet in the funeral parlor. And late that night As she laid down and cried She looked out the window and whispered "Goodnight" Searched out the clouds for his spirit in the sky At his grave across the front yard. He burst into tears, as a child who faces unforeseen fears As he remembered when they played in the backyard Our tears fell down on the frozen ground "Amen," we say as we slowly walk away from the place in the graveyard And every night, as his mother cries she looks out the window and whispers "Goodnight" Searches the clouds for his spirit in the sky at his grave across the front yard.
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That Day 02:53
That day will come when the shadows will all stop shifting When all things lost will bubble to the surface, and the darkness will subside beneath the sunlight. That day will come when giants fall to children, and fires become extinguished beneath a gentle snowfall. When love breaks walls of fear, and seeds of hate bear flowers. That day will come like a thief comes in the night. Come! Come! Come! Throw away my pills Give away my clothes Burn my body into ashes I won’t need anything Trade in all my books Give away my bed Don’t engrave my name, I won’t need it on that day I won’t need it, I’m not here to stay. Come! Come! Come! Come!

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released March 15, 2016

Third is David Franks, Kayla Cange, and Dawson Vosburg. Lyrics by Dawson, Kayla, and Emily Franks. Arrangements by Third.

Rick Singleton played bass. Curtis Dayton played drums, except on Line of Red, where drums were played by Joshua Mangis.

Adam Babarik played electric guitar on Teague Miracle Temple.

Ruth Mudge and Robb Robins played cello, Betsy Tomszak and Omar Maridiaga played viola, and Derek Efimetz, Jennifer Kluchenek, and Hattie Buell played violin.

Mary Messner and Christiana Wismer played flute, Becky Peterson played oboe, Tim Bedard played horn, Elisabeth Follman played trumpet, and Dan Quinn played trombone.

The Chorus Be-Four-Us is Josh Mangis, Katelyn Skye, Corbin Renken, and Christy Vosburg. They sang on The Fifty-Two and Line of Red.

Drums produced and engineered by Alex Dobbert, Jonathan Class, Clark Wright, and Evan Ferrell at the Varsity Recording Co.

Recorded at the HMS Berkley in Elmhurst, IL (big thanks to David Haskins), The Varsity Recording Co., and the Vosburg Estate (a.k.a. the Third Recording Megaplex) in Anderson, IN, David's house in Fort Wayne, IN, Dawson's apartment in Glen Ellyn, IL, Wheaton College and Church of the Resurrection in Wheaton, IL, Moody Bible Institute and North Park University in Chicago, IL, and various other homesteads and havens.

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Third Anderson, Indiana

We are Third, a folk band from Anderson, Indiana. We like you and we hope you like us.

Kayla Cange
Dawson Vosburg
David Franks

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