Top of the Hour

from The Drone of Love by Kurt Chaboyer

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Top of the Hour
The evening is exponential. The morning has potential.



Forget what you have and shift to the edge,
dare to look over her side of the bed.
Stray from the centre, there where it’s warm,
the creak of the floor signals a storm.
A shimmering draft sails through the crack
to remind you of more as you drift to the door, and…

she can’t be gone,
your information is wrong.

-

With Columbus sailing the world,
beyond the horizon and better than girls,
or seven great wonders, there’s more to behold
than the limits to beauty imposed by the old.

Set your sights high and
read by the sky,
and the thoughts from your room,
they will dip and will swell, and
wherever you venture,
there you’ll be held, and...

she can’t be gone,
your information is wrong.

-

Like Lydia leaning and lit from within,
reflecting the busboy’s licorice skin,
then to Japan to be gently fanned,
and lovingly linger and wistfully land.

Like poems about blossoms
to remind me how awesome,
as you shift in your seat, and
I watch you eat, you tear me to
bits, piece by piece, and…

she can’t be gone,
your information is wrong,
just check and call back in an hour,
I’m at the top of a tower,
watching another fall…

-

And we’re just trying to get over you.
Send us a sign, we’ll get over you.
Standing on a distant shore.

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Here where each morning is a day to be born,
you start with one life and you win even more,
and maybe you learn over time there’s a form,
when the moon blocks the sun and opens the door.

Sail past the myth of the man on the mount,
the tablets of stone that taught you to count,
and the myth of the wave that
in just one day…
There’s just no way to account for this!


She can’t be gone,
your information is wrong,
just check and call back in an hour,
I can’t let go of the power.

Please,
not
just

yet.

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from The Drone of Love, released January 22, 2017
Words and music by Kurt Chaboyer, classical guitar and arrangement by David Ratelle, double bass by Pierre-Alexandre Maranda, cello by Jérémie Cloutier. Mixed and engineered by Don Murnaghan, Montreal 2015.

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Montrealer Kurt Chaboyer came from Vancouver via NYC for good times and to make music.

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