Songs from the Equator, Part 1

by Evan Zegiel

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1.	Florida Clouds 01:14	lyrics	buy track
-Florida Clouds- dance on blue molasses. Some nights, the sun reflects off a distant, high-rising cumulo-nimbus, and paints the world in sepia, throwing off the gentle colors of foliage and coating the sidewalks with a strange shade of grey-beige. One night, a massive grey behemoth appeared. A shining orange cloud lay beyond it, an almost exact inversion. The two, together, looked like the gaping maw of some biblical beast, threatening to swallow the sky whole. In that moment, I questioned my (lack of) belief. In my peripheral vision, a rainbow glimmered faintly.
2.	butterflies 01:07	lyrics	buy track
-butterflies- black-and-yellow butterflies land on purple-and-green leaves runways to royalties species nameless, mythical, mindful butterflies imagined as kings carrying cannons canonical kings carrying cannons the leaves imagined as runways the leaves run away the royals advance ultima ratio regum declare deficiencies mindful cooperation between species nameless the myth lives within the purple all hail the mythical yellow crown stand everlasting, king the kings’ last stand the myth speaks within the green
3.	January 4th, 2016 in Boca Raton, FL 01:31	lyrics	buy track
-January 4th, 2016 in Boca Raton, FL- If one could decipher these skies, there would be answers. I look directly at the clouds, which are revealed by the absence of light, and note the gaps in the stars above. There are ever fewer stars each time I revisit this latitude.
4.	Nomenclature 01:41	lyrics	buy track
-Nomenclature- Bask in the crosscurrent, the beat, of nature ― it hovers, haunts the bark on the trees and a gentle breeze filters light through their grasping hands, those thin branches the pigeons land on ― I know all of them by name. I know their fathers, mothers, their sons and daughters, all of them by name, and I have built a family tree out of scraps of paper and writing utensils which drip ink on the feathers that fall gently aground. They pool together in a dark puddle, through a swirling and lugubrious ventricle that pumps questions through the veins of nature, and I know them by their natures. Each one is a cog in the machinery of nature, but each one has a namesake. Each one has a heart that pumps a standard solution of solvable secrets which float along rivers woven in- between buoyant skeletal fragments until they reach the fine points: singularities that stay embedded in clouds of assorted feathers. I know all the pigeons by name.
5.	Floridian Portrait #1 02:02	lyrics	buy track
-Floridian Portrait #1- Pristine, paved walkways glitter with the damp clarity of sparkling water ― like what is sold in those nice Italian restaurants. Our rains have their own flavors; they are profound. They strike windshields with fervor. It is the pitter-patter, the sparkling, that strikes the mind’s tongue. Feet rarely taste the touch of the white-washed cement. Travel is more dangerous after the heavens cry; we are carbonated cupids. We are busy tasting gasoline. There’s a restaurant for that, too. The food gets faster all of the time; our appetites cannot be sated. We cease to sparkle. We sleep through summers; the heat itself is rain. There is rain on every lonely Coke bottle left to the sun’s onslaught. There is rain on the bodies of the beachgoers. There is rain in the smallest of places. We are the bubbles in the San Pellegrino, bursting forth into the crimson rays of the setting sun. We awaken to the flavors of the sky. It is sprinkled with clouds, and seasoned with darkness. Each pocket of moisture is a conglomeration of hopes, of dreams, of desires. We trace the movements of tenderized bits of humidity, waiting for them to release their pressures and sparkle with promises. The rains cleanse us.

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This EP is the first installment of "Songs from the Equator," an audio-chapbook by Evan Zegiel.

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released August 30, 2018

Lyrics and Music by Evan Zegiel. Copyright 2018 Evan Zegiel.

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Evan Zegiel Michigan

Evan Zegiel is from Boca Raton, Florida. He plays and teaches music for a living. When he isn’t blowing air into a tube or composing music, he writes poems and drinks coffee.