The Significance of Peaches
from The Significance of Peaches by Chris Bathgate
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lyrics
Did you mistake all those jokes that I trade for talking about moving away?
Or was it like this, was the punchline a kiss–whose mission was always to stray?
Sweet Josephine, she tells me I'm free, "If you want to you can just walk away",
but some who seem saved, they nest in a cage–
their daydreams they never take shape,
but yours, it would seem, are no swift passing dream–
that's one thing with which you have a way.
This hour of soothe, you know I just speak the truth. It's so rarely uttered; it's so hard to exhume.
Holding a peach in the sweet palms of June, from the bloom end the blade traces bone.
Pulling the stone from its tender red echoes, it bleeds as I lean off the porch.
And I have a dream where our son was born. And he's gentle and handsome as you.
And our love is real, like the late summer feels–wiping the dew from my mouth.
When all of life seems like a swift passing dream, you wonder whose hands on the wheel
Love, it would seem, is more than a feeling–a decision, a debt, or idea.
The further I get the more I forgive, the more I grow weary of fall.
With no tongue for truth, no hand for the jewel, you wonder if a wheel is there at all.
Or was it like this, was the punchline a kiss–whose mission was always to stray?
Sweet Josephine, she tells me I'm free, "If you want to you can just walk away",
but some who seem saved, they nest in a cage–
their daydreams they never take shape,
but yours, it would seem, are no swift passing dream–
that's one thing with which you have a way.
This hour of soothe, you know I just speak the truth. It's so rarely uttered; it's so hard to exhume.
Holding a peach in the sweet palms of June, from the bloom end the blade traces bone.
Pulling the stone from its tender red echoes, it bleeds as I lean off the porch.
And I have a dream where our son was born. And he's gentle and handsome as you.
And our love is real, like the late summer feels–wiping the dew from my mouth.
When all of life seems like a swift passing dream, you wonder whose hands on the wheel
Love, it would seem, is more than a feeling–a decision, a debt, or idea.
The further I get the more I forgive, the more I grow weary of fall.
With no tongue for truth, no hand for the jewel, you wonder if a wheel is there at all.
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from The Significance of Peaches,
released May 13, 2022
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Chris Bathgate Ann Arbor, Michigan
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