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O Apostrophe

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1.
Summertime sun is shining Melodic cattle-bells clanging Another Alpine stroll, and all’s right with the world But a cry of distress Draws my eyes to the precipice An unlikely place for a lamb To have gotten into What the hell do you think you’re doing exactly? So far away from safety O baby lamb, my hopes now wrapped up in your Not plummeting to a bloody death (I'm holding my breath) Simon, there’s more riding on this than you know I need you to pull through One hoof in front of the other No sudden movements My friend, I wish you would just step back from that ledge Think this through—life is beautiful Wait, never fear Suddenly there appears a mountain mama With an air of knowing She lived in Australia “This happens all the time,” she said There’s more riding on this than you know I need you to pull through Mountain Mama takes your right leg She tells me to grab the left And with grace and tenderness She restores you to pastures less precarious And that’s how we three became a family Simon, there’s more riding on this than you know I need you to pull through Bought a hut way up in the mountains Built a fence so you can feel free Another Alpine stroll and all’s right with the world In my hand, the calloused hand of my true love Simon, there’s more riding on this than you know I need you to pull through
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Beijing Blue 03:35
Beijing Blue You’re lookin’ good today I think I might come out to play The sun hasn’t shone in seventeen days And I haven’t had a conversation in just as long Beijing Blue You’re lookin’ good today A man spit on my shoes But that’s no news Mama back home in the Beautiful Kingdom Printin’ images for the fridge from social network sites Asking herself what she could’ve done to raise a more dutiful son Beijing Blue You’re lookin’ good today I could even use my new vocabulary-- 今天天气特别好 There is no better time No better time than now The middle eight is a place to be grateful For clouds that are white and have shape And backdrops that are blue Where pandas made of clouds can chew their cloud bamboo Beijing Blue You’re lookin’ good today I think I might come out to play
3.
Franklin was a turtle, (Actually he was Chinese and rarely Responded to his christened name) Franklin lived awhile In an oblong bowl on a bicycle Looking for love Looking for a home That’s where I met Franklin one bitter December morn From the coldest winter in 50 years a family was born But Franklin was a turtle And as such, wasn’t much For socializing Expressing affection or gratitude Was just beyond his aptitude (Evolutionarily speaking) That’s where I met Franklin one bitter December morn From the coldest winter in 50 years a family was born That’s where I met Franklin one bitter December morn From the coldest winter in 50 years a family was born Franklin tended to bury his head inside his shell The doctor said emotional detachment disorder Side effects include unspeakable odor That’s where I met Franklin one bitter December morn From the coldest winter in 50 years a family was born Now it’s Christmas, and Franklin is listless Franklin's culture is far from ours And difficult to penetrate But turtle soup is seen as the highest form of dignity... That’s where I met Franklin one bitter December morn From the coldest winter in 50 years a family was warmed
4.
Combing the daily for dangling participles Waxing philosophic while civilization crumbles Daunting, my newsfeed (These people have degrees!) “Who” is not objective I’m feeling positively Elizabethan There’s no tense like the present I love you without condition The future’s outta my hand There’s such satisfaction in self-ruled perfection Start with a blank page and a sense of direction Teacher hands back loose-leaf sheets Spewed from anorexic exercise books I rework the ratio in red—objective To calculate my exploits There’s no tense like the present I love you without condition The future’s outta my hand I met a girl fastidious and true She never ends sentences with prepositions Down on one knee Future tense proposition The future is easily inflected-- I will do, we will do
5.
Oprah-pornography for the National Public Soul Your American-ness is great Happiness is the warm and fuzzy glow after a gang bang No need to cling to guns, generals, or gods Turn down the radio You are on the air (Is there anybody there?) Steepness of a slope is a function of its slipperyness And an argument repeated sounds more sound Demagogues to their demimondes do rhetoricate and foam It takes more than a day to construct a Rome Turn down the radio You are on the air (Is there anybody there?) Long-time listener, first time to add my voice To an anthem too beautiful for harmony Seven steps to hegemony, the pathos-driven life Synecdochely speaking the hands, the roots of grass A moment in time A moment in time
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Ten-thousand cranes take flight tonight Goodbye There is what is, what might have been There’s a song in our hearts There’s a song in our hearts These are the chords Consider them yours These are your 10,000 cranes We will never be the same We will never be the same We will never be the same

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An exploration of love, grammar, and affiliation.

Thanks to Tim Bushong, Lorenz Kirchner, Andrew Teeple, Steve Pepple, Jordan Dillon, Stuart Hepler, Tym DeSanto, Paul McComas, Julie Peters, Sylvain Martinez, Tzu-Hsuan Ai, Tsinghua International School class of '16. Special thanks to Allison Bryan, for helping me hear the world in a new way.

In memory of Yixuan Yang 1998-2010

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released December 11, 2012

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Eric Spreng: music and lyrics, guitars, 中阮, embellishments

Andrew Teeple: bass

Tim Bushong: drums, Fender Rhodes

Recorded by Lorenz Kirchner in a hutong courtyard in Beijing and Tim Bushong in the idyllic farmlands of Indiana.

Mixed and Mastered by Tim Bushong at TBush Recording

Steve Pepple: cover design

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O Apostrophe Kampala, Uganda

Melodic, literate, subversive. O Apostrophe is the nom de guerre of Eric Steven Spreng. Beholden to no one, Spreng follows the muses when he sees fit. A wanderer, a believer in the arts, and a high school English teacher.

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