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Jesse's Parachutes for Future Wooden Skies

from Flowers of the Rhododendron by Flowers of the Rhododendron

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A reverie to the past, when quaggas, yellow footed caribous, and Queen of Sheeba’s gazelles, all now extinct, were once extant. When man was yet close enough to nature to hear the music in thunderstorms and avalanches, when the known unknowns were ample enough to commission exploration and once great civilizations practiced their now and forever lost art. It is easy to romanticise the past, to escape by parachute into a yester-daydream, it is more difficult, and perhaps more fruitful, to see how the past has found its way to the present. Inspired by “Jesses Parachutes for Future Wooden Skies” by Sarah McRae Morton.

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On better days I dream there were more quaggas than machines,
and the yellow footed caribous were hopping in the fray,
when the Queen of Sheeba’s own gazelles were splitting at the seams
and the tigers in Tasmania were the devils of their day.

When falconry a flash of evolutionary alchemy,
where dinosaur and man were friends, a maverick and a goose.
When the past at last turns out to be much more than mediocrity,
I parachute to yesterday’s dream to be seduced.

When the world was still large enough to be found,
the avalanche and the rain were still musical sounds,
cartographers ground up to wonder and estimate
In the mist there was magic, a tragic last testament.

When the world was still small enough to be proud
the cellar doors and the castle still on hallowed ground,
wooden skies all around, constellations they carry truth
and they lie for the legend of yesterday’s parachutes.

Oh how I’d wish to be in some celtic village by the sea,
where the farm was the table and the druids sing the blues.
‘Till Caesar wasted melodies and laid their stories fast asleep,
life was tedious and brief and constellations true.

So Jesse don’t you fret about the present and his lies,
the celtic checkers breath and their music’s in the blues
So Jesse keep on dreaming for those future wooden skies
yesterday will wait for you with all her parachutes.

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from Flowers of the Rhododendron, released June 21, 2020
Fiona Gillespie - vocals; Dylan Greene - percussion; Doug Balliet - bass; Dave Nelson - trombones; Paul Holmes Morton - music, lyrics, vocals, theorbo, banjo, acoustic guitar

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