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MY LOVE LEFT ME IN APRIL My love left me In April, When the world was fresh and new; My love left me In the springtime, When my heart was young and true. Had he gone from me in summer While I was harvesting grain; Had I lost him in the autumn When my heart was grey as rain; Had he left me, old, in winter, My heart would have known less pain— But my love left me in April And I shan’t know love again.
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LARK OF MY HEART Lark of my heart, dance in the dark and say you love me. Lark of my heart, right from the start and say you love me. Lark of my heart, take back the night and say you want me. Lark of my heart, turn up the light and say we can be The same, same, same, same, I can see it in your eyes, I can smell it in your lies, You know I want you. And I can hear it in your sighs, I can feel it in your lines, You know I want you. I know, know, know, know, I can see it in your face, on every marble place, You know I want you. And I can feel in your grace, in every golden trace, You know I want you. What can I do? Oh boy your mood creates the weather. What can I do? Oh how I miss the sound of thunder. What can I do? Roll down around and lift your finger. What can I do? Give me your hand, it’s now or never, Today, today, today, today.
3.
SPRING AND FALL Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow's springs are the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
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OLD HAUNTS Raise my flag to the east and wait for you. All’s been said, there’s nothing else for me to do. But I will watch for, I watch for you. Time slows down in my imagined state of grace. You ascend to that unreachable place, But I still wait for, I still watch for you. Our friends move on with their busy, fruitful lives, Practical, knowing everything must die. But I will watch for, I will watch over you. I still watch for you.
5.
DEAR MARGARET There’s enough rum runners and scofflaws to drown you, It’s a wonder how, how I found you. My dear, my dear Margaret, I hope that my transmission finds you well. I’m leaving from the base here on Saturday, Meet you at the Palace Hotel. Wear your fur coat, Formal on the late boat. It’s been such a long time, I can’t believe you’re still mine. I’ll be counting down the days. One, two, three days away, Three days away on the blackball line. My dear, my dear, My heart grew faint upon your call. Surrounded by a crowd of affection, You know I will gladly trade it all. I’m in a dream now, I hope you hear me somehow. It’s been such a long time, I can’t believe you’re still mine. I’ll be counting down the days. One, two, two days to go, Two days to go on the blackball line. There’s enough rum runners and scofflaws to drown you, It’s a wonder how, how I found you. Wear your fur coat, Formal on the late boat. It’s been such a long time, I can’t believe you’re still mine. I’ll be counting down the days. Three, two, one day left, One day left on the blackball line.
6.
NIGHT A wind ripples along the leaves Of the moon-paled aspen; Some frightened thing slips from sight Into a hissing forest of grasses. Slowly from the bottom of the onyx pool Silence uncoils, Crushing each whisper into nothingness, Smothering the wind.
7.
SONNET I see you riding on a wooden horse, Painted bright blue with flying tail and mane, That trots stifflegged on a sawdust course Of circuses, balloons, an endless train Of childish things. And now with rumpled hair, Your clumsy hands, your boyish games to play, Your world has still not held a thought of care: Your wooden horse still gallops on its way. Do you remember one time long ago You took my doll to play with, but instead You dropped it and you broke its china head? Oh I am wiser now; I’ve learned to know It isn’t love you’re asking to take; You only want another toy to break.
8.
PATCHES I wear a silken flower on my shoulder, An orchid made of velvet and of lace, Because a hard wind, driving through my garden, Of its carousals left relentless trace In broken stems and darkened leaves. This autumn I wear a silken flower in their place. My marble god lies broken in the garden, But I will patch him till he looks like new, So people will not guess that he is shattered, A lifeless Eros made of stone and glue. And since I’ve learned to patch, you needn’t love me If for a while you will pretend you do.
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MAKER OF MY SORROW A good man is hard to find, What’s his is yours and mine to throw. He had an angry head, He had a heavy heart to hold. Poisoning the spring with an orchid in his hand, And a shadow on his thumb. In the barrel of a gun, Me, I will find my love. Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, Lord knows, where did he go? Keeper of my heart’s joy, Maker of my sorrow. A good man is hard to find, God knows how I have tried repose. Give me my aching head, Give me my broken heart and cold. Woman cannot hold with a diamond on my hand, And the water on my tongue. In the barrel of a gun, Me, I resign my love. Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, Lord knows, where did he go? Keeper of my heart’s joy, Maker of my sorrow, Dealer of my heavy hand, Healer of my wounded heart. Lord knows, where did he go? Lord knows, where did he go? Lord knows, where did he go?
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FIRST DAY On the first day You sailed this sea, The waves, they crested So tall and free. Cresting like fire With no smoke, I heard your voice Before the silence broke. Heart beat like thunder With no light, Like horses gallop to war Just beyond our sight. Pleased to meet you, And if I might, I would like to spend my life In your eye’s light. And pleased to meet you, And if I may, I’d like to be with you Till my last day, Till my last day.
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FIREFLY Margaret had a garden full of fireflies, She herded them at dusk and dawn before the sun or moon rise. They danced with her like children dance, Like drunken angels flicking lanterns at the sky. Till one day a hard wind drove through And winter stayed, yes, winter stayed. The fireflies, they looked askance, They asked of her, they asked of her, What had gone askew with the man who always, always hid from view. She sighed to them a well-worn sigh and they limned her with light. The thing, she said, about the man who strays from sight. Well I love him so and he loves me, but his soul’s grown tangled and far from free. His mind’s been poisoned by man’s war. He forgot what his body’s for. The fireflies swarmed amongst themselves And made a terrifying swell, They said to Margaret, they might could help To dull the pain, the pain to quell. ‘Cause we know of another world, Where your love could wait Painless and timeless for thee. Margaret sighed her well-worn sigh, Said that could be best. She walked upstairs with a comet tail of fireflies, Into the room where Justus lies. She made the coffee, took his hand, Said I’ll see soon in other lands, For you needn’t love this world so full of pain, If but for a while you pretend you do. The flicking lights, they came as one, And covered him in their soft glow and hum. They pulled the light right out of him and raised it to the sky. He looked down upon, where Margaret alone lie. He said I spent my last breath in the light, in the light of your eyes. And I needn’t love this world so full of pain, For such a long while, I pretended to.
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POSSESSION SOUND Soak up the blood from the carpet, Wash what’s left of his head. But who’s gonna tend to you Margaret, Now that your husband’s dead? Gather his hair for your locket, Sons in their trundle bed. He took his gun from his pocket, And saw to himself instead. Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel. Fare thee well, they can’t hurt you now. Just rest your head From whence we were wed, In sweet Possession Sound. Send my regards to my father. Goodnight to George and John. We’re meant to care for each other, Until the great beyond. And high as I held you above me, As sure as my words were true, I know that you’ve never loved me, But still you pretended to. Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel. Fare thee well, they can’t hurt you now. We’ll rest your head From whence we were wed, In sweet Possession Sound. The rites were read and Justus is dead, In sweet Possession Sound.
13.
PYRAMID Tell me Margaret, what is coming down this river? You’ve been watching so much longer now than I. Do you know Margaret, just what will this day deliver, Does it work out tooth for tooth and eye for eye? They started stacking up the stones the very day that you were born. No matter how you grew, they would tower above you. You could change your name, move all the way to sunny California. But when you start your life anew, does that long shadow follow you? Who was it Margaret, that chose to resurrect you here for me, in scattered lines of poetry, This distant, wistful girl I see reflected in your eyes? Forgive me Margaret, all the ways I am mistaken, all the liberties I’ve taken, I’ve projected you in costumes I don’t think were quite your size. Now here I’m climbing up these stones a hundred years from where you were born, Looking for a song that could take me to you. I have traced these roads, drove past your home in Burbank, California, But you were not inside—you’ve found a better place to hide. And tell me Margaret, when I’m gone, what will I want, To be left at the bottom of a garbage bin, or dusted off and pulled up onto stage? Will it please me when someone lights a candle and says my name? Will I say—leave me in my pyramid, blow out the flame and close the lid, This story’s done, why don’t we turn the page?
14.
MY LOVE LEFT ME IN APRIL My love left me In April, When the world was fresh and new; My love left me In the springtime, When my heart was young and true. Had he gone from me in summer While I was harvesting grain; Had I lost him in the autumn When my heart was grey as rain; Had he left me, old, in winter, My heart would have known less pain— But my love left me in April And I shan’t know love again.
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EYES OF MARGARET When morning comes to me, I see the eyes of Margaret. I see the eyes of Margaret, When morning comes around. And when she comes near me, I see the eyes of Margaret. I see the smiles of Margaret, And time rolls around. When darkness comes near her, and I see a sign, The pen and the letter have faded and died. A promise is broken, a change in the tide, Someone is singing her song. And when she is lonely, I’ll take the hand of Margaret. I’ll hold the hand of Margaret, And she’ll come around. And when she is troubled, I’ll hear the cries of Margaret. I’ll dry the eyes of Margaret, And time rolls around.

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An old scrapbook found in a San Francisco dumpster, an enigmatic pyramid that presides over a small town in Washington State, and a story too implausible to have been fabricated.

Jason Webley presents "Margaret", a full length album and hardcover book based on the life and writings of Margaret Rucker, a poet whose tragic serendipitous story was rescued from the bottom of a garbage bin.

"Margaret" features new music by Jason Webley, Eliza Rickman, Jherek Bischoff, Led to Sea, Shenandoah Davis, Lonesome Leash, Zac Pennington, and Mts. & Tunnels, and writings by Jason Webley and Chicken John Rinaldi.

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released December 12, 2014

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Jason Webley
Eliza Rickman
Shenandoah Davis
Led To Sea
Mts. & Tunnels
Jherek Bischoff
Lonesome Leash
and Zac Pennington

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