The Year 1373

by Tim Koehn

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Recorded sporadically between 2005 and 2009 under very amateur (call it organic) conditions. All proceeds from the original release went to Rural Classes Nepal.

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released December 1, 2009

Special thanks to Jason Thibodeaux, Krysten Koehn, Julian of Norwich, and Christine Prioux

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Tim Koehn Istanbul, Turkey

“I do not wish to close the frontiers of my life upon my own self. I do not wish to deny myself the expansion of seeking into individual capabilities and depths by living in a space whose boundaries are race and nation. Lord, give my poor stammering tongue at least one taste of the whole round world, if you please, sir.” ~Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on the Road ... more

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Track Name: Porcelain Plate - Who Cares, You Care
Who cares? You care.
Track Name: Now Air Is Air
...by e.e. cummings

now air is air and thing is thing:no bliss

of heavenly earth beguiles our spirits,whose
miraculously disenchanted eyes

live the magnificent honesty of space.

Mountains are mountains now;skies are now skies—
and such a sharpening freedom lifts our blood
as if whole supreme this complete doubtless

universe we’d(and we alone had)made

—yes;or as if our souls,awakened from
summer’s green trance,would not adventure soon
a deeper magic:that white sleep wherein
all human curiosity we’ll spend
(gladly,as lovers must)immortal and

the courage to receive time’s mightiest dream
Track Name: Sing Sweet Blood
Wakerobin
sing
Sing
blood
red
Red as your feather-
breast.

Stir
leaves
ride
Ride
on
breath
Breath from collapsing
chest.

Sun
don't
hide,
Glint
your
peaks:
As spear to His
side.

Trees
bow
low
Halo
glow--
'round
Dripping thorns-a-
crown.
Track Name: Gray Seahorse
All the light a winter storm can receive
is a gray seahorse that turns into a C,
throws its back arched and splits into three,
and provides prismed edges, making colors to see.
(...for short--they melt quickly
and then sink back to sea:
a hole that starts to shaft and retract and flee;
soon swallowed is it that has shown all to thee.)

All day I watch the clouds play;
all day the finger of God stays.
Track Name: The Year 1373
The moon chased me on tracks,
and the stars pinned a shawl across his shoulders
and it fell across his back.

And all the light from space
was a greenhouse paper-lantern
lit up bright on earth's dark face.

And I know I saw you there...you were there.

Before the possibility of me
flashed on someone's brain
(I was without five faculties),

still from your head like rain off eaves,
your blood dripped for Julian--
the year was 1373.

And I know I (she) saw you there...you were there.
Track Name: Lullaby
I've heard the cranes, seen sky curl from their wings,
and in the rain, heard every droplet ring.
But does it matter? It's only in my dreams--
a strange darkness that brings a stranger thing:

I know a strain of hope, a drunken offering,
a winter coat, beneath an early spring.
In spring...

She'll sing a lullaby for sons and daughters.
From lips it will fly to future fathers,
and hope will still ring.

When shadows come, eclipsing you and me,
blink out the sun, moon behind a tree,
beauty comes fractured; it comes painfully.
A disaster--but broken on a sea

you're spent better to hear the waves come carefully;
they're soft and near, and meant only for me.
For me...

She'll sing a lullaby for sons and daughters.
From lips it will fly to future fathers,
and hope will still ring.
Track Name: Il Etait un Petit Homme
Il était un petit homme, pirouette, cacahouète
Il était un petit homme qui avait une drôle de maison

Sa maison est en carton, pirouette, cacahouète
Sa maison est en carton, ses escaliers sont en papier.

Ce lui qui y mont’ra, pirouette, cacahouète
Ce lui qui y mont’ra se cassera le bout du nez.

Le facteur qui y est monté, pirouette, cacahouète
Le facteur qui y est monté; il s’est cassé le bout du nez.

Un avion à réaction, pirouette, cacahouète
Un avion à réaction a rattrapé le bout du nez.

On lui l'a raccommodé, pirouette, cacahouète
On lui l'a raccommodé avec du joli fil doré.