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lirik lagu this is the glasshouse - robinson

lying in bed resting his feet on the rafters
cold breeze wraps the left side of his face
fiddle hangs by neck in the furthest corner of the room
doesn’t want to be played, so it isn’t
and on the other side, he sits not need to do anything
and nothing needed doing
and the world kept spinning
this is when the earth suspends you
all still

the wind is stronger now, curtain rods knock his bed frame
2009, the top billboard song is poker face
and downstairs someone speaks loudly on the phone of bush parties and friends coming home
and mountain looks down at the house built through iteration
moving out in all directions every time a baby was born there
bearing witness to the ways that human life will change its landscape
radical, but quite unpermanent

this is the place where fabian grew up
and after his parents divorced they packed up and moved out
lived in town for a few years before school began when he left for montreal and became a biochemist
and i saw him last summer sitting underneath the gazebo
he was watching his kids run around
sitting with his wife and laughing
and i’m thinking about what he would have now if he had stayed
would things still have turned out this way?
a place you know better now, and still clear in your mind
a house too, already lived in by long unpresent children
who you saw pass through it and become the men their father sculpted them to be
youth folded up and packed into its box
and now unseen in the dark on late new year’s eve
sits conjoined twin rooms where heard four kids cautiously touching
passed out and through the window on that black and fruitless night
the moon cast itself across a field of buried dandelions shouting something of old springs before long darkness came for them
lying beneath friends and family surrounding violent coerced flame
that burned next to a barn that pulsed all light and sound against pitch canvas
one moving far faster than the other\
this is how our 2014 was brought in
forest shadows are longest while night and year quietly reverses itself again
just enough to begin where they had once both started
and few resolutions are made

this is the place where the twins grew up
and when it was time to leave home and go south, they packed up and moved out to the house one door down from their own childhood home
a building vacant of history, or at least one i’ll ever know
and one night they ran over their deaf~blind dog in the driveway
and we watched her sister mourn deeply for the rest of her few days
and years later i would learn to play the 100~year~old piano said to come over a mountain

it’s your house now, but it remains unknown
it’s origin only seen from old 8mm tapes from your dad
built on his own with a pocket calculator and ambition
and a frying pan, a tractor, and the goodwill of his neighbours
and a few dozen trees
in ’04 and ’03
a few dozen cl!cks out of the city
this place has history, although you couldn’t see it
received only by living here and in small parts anecdotally
a place where dogs keep present and pass through my life
and sleep buried in backyards and on property lines
and out back more bodies lie as proof of local history
turned swiftly and completely by what has and will always make this place
like the thunder that shocks dread through spines in summer weather
but still captivates completely
and i grasp with the thought of one day losing him
reduced to truthful nature, letting his last breathe go into the sky like the rest of him
and exist only as a thought, as a feeling, as a reflection
like harvey and dennis and beth and nicole and all them

this is the place where i grew up
and although the dream is ending, its roots are growing stuck
and i like to say that i’m not a sentimental person but emotions have been known to overcome me completely
so saying a goodbye to nothing and everything
a goodbye to chewing pens and school busses and fallen tree houses
a goodbye to guiltless do nothing days i used to spend my youth repeating
and a goodbye to these songs not mattering
a goodbye

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