a song that came out of a couple letters and packages that passed between me and my lifelong pal, dan malloy. living in brooklyn for a few years sort of renewed california for me. that's probably why i moved back.
i play guitar, percussion, harmonica, piano, wurlitzer, & sing (not all at once). dony wynn plays drums. james preston plays bass. emile millar plays banjo. jeff lennon, michael lennon, and dan malloy sing along on the choruses and whistle with me at the end.
karen nedivi took the photo of me working on a song.
dear daniel, easy angel, water rider, of the wind.
tending urchin off the island. tending hearts of the land.
i offer you hands to end the branches,
holding leaves that could be friends.
& a bird song to the same old still young sun.
will as you will, daniel.
& while while you while.
there’s a tide for every sorrow,
& a turn for every smile.
in the mid-day mail, in a tube from you,
there’s more than bulk green tea:
a holy cardboard story,
& a little tangerine, & a little look-hole rock,
& a little genie house with a red door knob.
emma wood if she could.
you offer me one fin, two fins, four fins, five.
83 fins if it keeps me alive.
& a black and white, from the fish’s side,
of your no fin glide.
give as you give, daniel, & go.
here’s a song for the long train,
whistlin’ through the snow.
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