Robert Longyear - Seven Ten Split
Seven Ten Split Again
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER LIKE FRANCESSCA’S VISION LED UP
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER LIKE WE CAN REST EASY, LOW, AN’ HEAVY LIKE EMILY’S ANCOR
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE WITH A SAARINEN ARCH AT OUR BACKS, LIKE THE WINDS AT OUR BACKS AN’ WE MOVE WESTWARD EXPANSION, ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, AN’ WE CAN LOOK OVER THE CITY BECAUSE ANDO ARCHITECTURE MELTS AWAY AN’ HAS THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ONE FOOT AND THE OTHER WE FIND OURSELVES TO BE AMBIGUOUS AND ABSTRACT LIKE SPACES INSIDE WALLS,
OK – AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, WE FIND OURSELVES BETWEEN OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND OUR BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER WITH THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
head down, conjure up – like there’s oil bubbling up – conjure up, like it’s coming up through our waters floated on top of red numbers, easy, like confetti – time for us to maybe sit still and build – cap it all off – roll in low and fast – WING MAN TO WING LADY an’ our zeal of call signs conjured up now, an’ yard upon yard in an attempt – cap it all off with a fifty cap, crispy with a philosophy: a bugle to sound our charge, some soft shoe to teach us how to move, an’ a little bit of rope for tying figure eight knots gone cathedral – cap it all off with a fifty cap, an’ a 24oz. surrogate version of property.
TWO LONG BELL RINGS – SHOW TIME
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A SEVEN TEN SPLIT WE FIND OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND A BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE…
We’re congregating around the construction of a new situation. We’re all playing our parts here – like a chorus lending our voices and our interpretations of the wider world.
There’s a metabolism to this district. It’s one that has been traded like stocks; it’s ambiguous like the spaces behind walls.
We’re daring to be operatic, like maybe its time for us to address critically the fate of our neighborhoods – and if we’re going to be operatic about it – and if this is all about a principled response to the wider world, we all need a foundation.
Remember, there’s a bureaucracy to opposable thumbs.
Remember, fate is malleable.
If we’re contemplating city spaces in new ways, it’s best that we remember, brick by brick… that’s just the way the game goes.
It’s best that we remember that our individual actions have collective consequence.
An’ maybe it’s time we sit and build.
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
TWO LONG BELL RINGS - SHOWTIME
TALL IS AS TALL DOES…
HEAD DOWN, CONJUR UP…
LIES DOWN… RARELY…
HEAD ON HER SHOULDER ON A TALL MOMENT…
STRING ON A HEART… PULL IT UP NOW…
LIKE MY BEST POSTURE…
LIKE GABRIEL SAT AN’ POLISHED BRASS…
LIKE WE FOUND A SECRET DECODER RING, STUCK BETWEEN TALL PRARIE GRASSES ON FIRE AND THE AMERICAN GUTTER…
WE’RE HERE AN’ GOTHAM GETS IT CAUSE OF OUR SOFT SHOE ON ARIA…
A CITY RUNNIN’ WITH IT’S SCISSORS OUT WILL LEAVE YOU KINDA WEEPY…
Like my little girl was weepy cause she had a fever…
Boy in his box – the fever is all day.
The days are all strange, boy in the box –
The days are all large, fire for the people, boy in the box…
The days are all grim, too alive once the chips are all in, boy in the box -
Woke up new, the city was all ghost, boy in the box…
The days are all wild, food in the streets and clean-up in all aisles, boy in the box
The days are all peep, grown on his own, boy in the box…
The day is all raw, ten little workers, nine were all talk, talk, talk, boy in the box
cut two holes in a big brown bag – ace up his sleeve (wink)…
Ten little workers, nine were all talk –
Boy in the box, the fever was all day…
2,4,6,8 – never too late –
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A SEVEN TEN SPLIT WE FIND OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND A BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE…
Ok 2,4,6,8, – never too late – cap it off an’ ease on down to the marketplace –
Talk, talk, talk – yup –
Scope out anything with marker-stains,
The bus-stop glass like a target-face,
We all cap the delay where the archers aim,
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… cap it off – an’ this has been a way to create a conceptual relationship between new city spaces/concepts built for future congregations of cultural merit and spaces/concepts rich with history, yet separated by our city’s developmental interests, financial/philanthropic resource, and current state of use/non-use.
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER WITH THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK
SMITH ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… cap it off
There’s a metabolism to this district like long, narrow plots of farmland called the common fields that used to provide sustenance to those calling st. louis home.
I’ve drawn oblique lines to arrive at this…
Cap it off – there’s oil bubbling up like there were public school chairs gathering dust in a warehouse…
I’ve stood at the top of the alleyway, holding weight – chevrons pushing back…
I’ve listened to her perfect tenor, a St. Louis symphony, a cellist stage right – the back legs of her chair longer than the front, pitched forward for perfect pitch – a cellist stage right – she’s on my right, like assurance…
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… an’ we can all pitch forward in anticipation of perfect pitch while talking about transitions – picking up a seven ten split…
WING MAN TO WING LADY
AN’ I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING X’S 100 AN’ I PROMISE TO KEEP MY PRESENT WINGSPAN OVER CITIES RUNIIN’ WITH THEY SCISSORS OUT – TWO IN THE COCKPIT FLYIN LOW, FAST AND SMART – ON YOUR LEFT LIKE ASSURANCE – ON MY RIGHT LIKE TIP, TIP – EASY LIKE CONFETTI, LUCKY AND TRUE…
SEVEN TEN SPLIT GONE CATHEDRAL
MYTHOLOGIES WRITTEN AN’ ALL CHAIRS Pitching Forward IN CONGREGATION On Two Long Bell Rings LIKE Some mornings we count ourselves lucky – like the only thing better than being asleep with someone is being awake with them – like a mitersaw announcing gameplay on our AM radio station preset for perfect
SEVEN TEN SPLIT AGAIN GONE CATHEDRAL AN ‘ TET A TET
THE GOOD CHIOR CALLS US UP
AN’ MAYBE YOUR TICKET ENTITLES YOU TO THE WHOLE SEAT
AN’ MAYBE YOU ONLY THE NEED THE EDGE CAUSE YOU CAN HEAR THE CHIOR
TIP UP, TIP UP ON OUR OLYMPIAN EFFORTS
TIP UP OUR BUGLE TO SOUND OUR CHARGE
TAP, TAP ON OUR SOFT SHOE THAT TEACHES US HOW TO MOVE
AN’ A LITTLE WILL OF THE WISP FOR THE FIGURE EIGHT KNOTS THAT PUT THE WIND IN OUR SAILS –
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
TWO LONG BELL RINGS – SHOWTIME
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER LIKE FRANCESSCA’S VISION LED UP
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER LIKE WE CAN REST EASY, LOW, AN’ HEAVY LIKE EMILY’S ANCOR
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE WITH A SAARINEN ARCH AT OUR BACKS, LIKE THE WINDS AT OUR BACKS AN’ WE MOVE WESTWARD EXPANSION, ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE BECAUSE WE PLACED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, AN’ WE CAN LOOK OVER THE CITY BECAUSE ANDO ARCHITECTURE MELTS AWAY AN’ HAS THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK – WE’RE STANDING HERE AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ONE FOOT AND THE OTHER WE FIND OURSELVES TO BE AMBIGUOUS AND ABSTRACT LIKE SPACES INSIDE WALLS,
OK – AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, WE FIND OURSELVES BETWEEN OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND OUR BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER WITH THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
head down, conjure up – like there’s oil bubbling up – conjure up, like it’s coming up through our waters floated on top of red numbers, easy, like confetti – time for us to maybe sit still and build – cap it all off – roll in low and fast – WING MAN TO WING LADY an’ our zeal of call signs conjured up now, an’ yard upon yard in an attempt – cap it all off with a fifty cap, crispy with a philosophy: a bugle to sound our charge, some soft shoe to teach us how to move, an’ a little bit of rope for tying figure eight knots gone cathedral – cap it all off with a fifty cap, an’ a 24oz. surrogate version of property.
TWO LONG BELL RINGS – SHOW TIME
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A SEVEN TEN SPLIT WE FIND OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND A BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE…
We’re congregating around the construction of a new situation. We’re all playing our parts here – like a chorus lending our voices and our interpretations of the wider world.
There’s a metabolism to this district. It’s one that has been traded like stocks; it’s ambiguous like the spaces behind walls.
We’re daring to be operatic, like maybe its time for us to address critically the fate of our neighborhoods – and if we’re going to be operatic about it – and if this is all about a principled response to the wider world, we all need a foundation.
Remember, there’s a bureaucracy to opposable thumbs.
Remember, fate is malleable.
If we’re contemplating city spaces in new ways, it’s best that we remember, brick by brick… that’s just the way the game goes.
It’s best that we remember that our individual actions have collective consequence.
An’ maybe it’s time we sit and build.
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
TWO LONG BELL RINGS - SHOWTIME
TALL IS AS TALL DOES…
HEAD DOWN, CONJUR UP…
LIES DOWN… RARELY…
HEAD ON HER SHOULDER ON A TALL MOMENT…
STRING ON A HEART… PULL IT UP NOW…
LIKE MY BEST POSTURE…
LIKE GABRIEL SAT AN’ POLISHED BRASS…
LIKE WE FOUND A SECRET DECODER RING, STUCK BETWEEN TALL PRARIE GRASSES ON FIRE AND THE AMERICAN GUTTER…
WE’RE HERE AN’ GOTHAM GETS IT CAUSE OF OUR SOFT SHOE ON ARIA…
A CITY RUNNIN’ WITH IT’S SCISSORS OUT WILL LEAVE YOU KINDA WEEPY…
Like my little girl was weepy cause she had a fever…
Boy in his box – the fever is all day.
The days are all strange, boy in the box –
The days are all large, fire for the people, boy in the box…
The days are all grim, too alive once the chips are all in, boy in the box -
Woke up new, the city was all ghost, boy in the box…
The days are all wild, food in the streets and clean-up in all aisles, boy in the box
The days are all peep, grown on his own, boy in the box…
The day is all raw, ten little workers, nine were all talk, talk, talk, boy in the box
cut two holes in a big brown bag – ace up his sleeve (wink)…
Ten little workers, nine were all talk –
Boy in the box, the fever was all day…
2,4,6,8 – never too late –
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… AN’ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A SEVEN TEN SPLIT WE FIND OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND A BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE…
Ok 2,4,6,8, – never too late – cap it off an’ ease on down to the marketplace –
Talk, talk, talk – yup –
Scope out anything with marker-stains,
The bus-stop glass like a target-face,
We all cap the delay where the archers aim,
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… cap it off – an’ this has been a way to create a conceptual relationship between new city spaces/concepts built for future congregations of cultural merit and spaces/concepts rich with history, yet separated by our city’s developmental interests, financial/philanthropic resource, and current state of use/non-use.
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER WITH THE ABILITY TO LET SOME PSYCHOLOGY SEEP IN
OK
SMITH ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… cap it off
There’s a metabolism to this district like long, narrow plots of farmland called the common fields that used to provide sustenance to those calling st. louis home.
I’ve drawn oblique lines to arrive at this…
Cap it off – there’s oil bubbling up like there were public school chairs gathering dust in a warehouse…
I’ve stood at the top of the alleyway, holding weight – chevrons pushing back…
I’ve listened to her perfect tenor, a St. Louis symphony, a cellist stage right – the back legs of her chair longer than the front, pitched forward for perfect pitch – a cellist stage right – she’s on my right, like assurance…
Ok – we’re sitting in a white box with the ability to let some psychology seep in… an’ we can all pitch forward in anticipation of perfect pitch while talking about transitions – picking up a seven ten split…
WING MAN TO WING LADY
AN’ I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING X’S 100 AN’ I PROMISE TO KEEP MY PRESENT WINGSPAN OVER CITIES RUNIIN’ WITH THEY SCISSORS OUT – TWO IN THE COCKPIT FLYIN LOW, FAST AND SMART – ON YOUR LEFT LIKE ASSURANCE – ON MY RIGHT LIKE TIP, TIP – EASY LIKE CONFETTI, LUCKY AND TRUE…
SEVEN TEN SPLIT GONE CATHEDRAL
MYTHOLOGIES WRITTEN AN’ ALL CHAIRS Pitching Forward IN CONGREGATION On Two Long Bell Rings LIKE Some mornings we count ourselves lucky – like the only thing better than being asleep with someone is being awake with them – like a mitersaw announcing gameplay on our AM radio station preset for perfect
SEVEN TEN SPLIT AGAIN GONE CATHEDRAL AN ‘ TET A TET
THE GOOD CHIOR CALLS US UP
AN’ MAYBE YOUR TICKET ENTITLES YOU TO THE WHOLE SEAT
AN’ MAYBE YOU ONLY THE NEED THE EDGE CAUSE YOU CAN HEAR THE CHIOR
TIP UP, TIP UP ON OUR OLYMPIAN EFFORTS
TIP UP OUR BUGLE TO SOUND OUR CHARGE
TAP, TAP ON OUR SOFT SHOE THAT TEACHES US HOW TO MOVE
AN’ A LITTLE WILL OF THE WISP FOR THE FIGURE EIGHT KNOTS THAT PUT THE WIND IN OUR SAILS –
ONE LONG BELL RING – 10 MINUTE WARNING
TWO LONG BELL RINGS – SHOWTIME