ALWAYS THE SAME (SEMPER EADEM)
Whence, ask you, does this strange new sadness flow
Like rising tides on rocks, black, bare, and vast?
For human hearts, when vintage-time is past,
To live is bad: that secret all men know.
An obvious sorrow, with no mystery, shown,
Clear as your joy, to everyone around.
O curious one, seek nothing more profound,
And speak not, though your voice be sweet in tone.
Hush, ignorant! Hush, ignorant soul that's still enraptured,
And mouth of childish laughter, neatly captured.
Death pulls us more than life, with subtle wile.
Oh let my thoughts get drunk upon a lie,
And plunge, as in a dream, in either eye,
And in their lashes' shadow sleep awhile.
from Baudelaire in a Box: Songs of Anguish
released May 27, 2015
NEW TOWN DRUNKS:
Diane Koistinen: voice
Roberto Cofresí: guitarra
Stu Cole: bass
Robo Jones: trombone
Nathan Logan: drums
Doug Norton: keys, accordion
Recorded and mixed by Rick Miller at Kudzu Ranch, Mebane, NC
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