Soul Serenade

Sharing segments of the self.

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Glass House

There are men outside my house With hate in their eyes A prison of shoulders Their bodies, the line

There are men outside my house White and abundant Claim permanence of chalk-dust laws And rights heaven-sent

My heart is filled with fire My mind has been so blind They’re coming for my people And we don’t want to die

There are men outside my house Shields and torches ready Should against our right to life For privilege they’re afforded

Surrounded by glass I cannot be unclothed Vulnerable, I watch Rocks of blame skip towards me These walls may be fragile But we’ll stand strong and support it

There are men outside my house With screams to reclaim Land their ancestors stole Resistant to change

My heart is filled with fire My mind has been so blind They’re coming for my people And we don’t want to die

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Alex Kishiyama - Piano

Evan Tom - Bass

Chris Simms - Drums

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Drowning

Grasp blindly for strangers

to serve as a lifesaver 

in a sea of loneliness.

Are we ever truly ourselves

when we are not alone?

That beast CAN NOT be

                         loved. 

Fear is the chain 

that weighs our bodies down

in our own private oceans.

Can we ever truly trust

          the love of another?

               the value of words?

                    the value of actions?

Found in a treasure chest

a promise you made me:

I will love you forever, 

until the day I die.

                              But...

you're still alive,

and I’m here

                     drowning.

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Colors - Sara Finkle original

Alex Hodge - Bass Carlos Pacheco - Tenor Sax Chris Simms - Drums Roger Hunt - Guitar

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an escapist before I even saw the cage

shackled my own arms and legs

succumb to the capture 

attempt to stay sane

upon my ego, lay the blame

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Be a lighthouse

My footsteps follow a legacy

of women who have fought before,

built pyramids from stone

created from sand.

bare hands broke barriers

so daughters could have a voice

not to whisper, but to shout.

I wear my womanhood 

like a badge of honor.

a life adorned with melodies

sung into a vacuum. 

to remember is the first step 

on the road to self-acclaim,

on the road to be free.

His tiny hands will never grab us.

we’ll stand strong together

an all-inclusive wall.

each body, a lighthouse

in a timeless sea

aglow against a tide of regression

towards fleeting equality.

keep your laws off my body

I’d like to feel safe to wander dressed as I please

keep your laws off my body 

I can’t afford a child at seventeen

keep your laws of my body

I want my partner to bat for the same team

keep your laws off my body

so I can live the life depicted in my dreams.

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A dance (swung)

Death is a man I’ve danced with once

or twice

distracted by his eyes

I’ve tiptoed between the flames

his heart beat in a rhythm

I could not comprehend

while mine hugged the quarter note

my rapid feet paraded to

He took the lead for just a while

until I smiled

and stepped in time

his heart began to beat with mine

We all were born to die

I know

We all were born to die

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Walk Away

Do you remember when you told me that the earth was flat?

I believed you, no questions asked.

Until I decided I was ready to fall, to walk off the edge.

I walked in one direction.

Days went by and I walked on,

walked beyond the setting sun.

Walked all the way back to you,

but with this new world view,

no longer did your words ring true.

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In Your Head

the knots in your tongue have been

tied by the lies you said.

violent banter sings verses

within your head.

the butchery by which you

dissect a simple phrase

goes on for days.

wounds of words, like a virus

spread.

you can run, but you’ll never outrun yourself

you can grow, but not until you heal yourself

you can love, but not until you love yourself

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Melted

I tied my balloon to you.

Home was being wrapped around you.

With the drips of sand in an hourglass,

your shape warped. Melted.

How was I to know you were made of ice?

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Coin Toss

It’d be easy to flip

weightless.

Each metal groove dances

with the wind

and twirls to flirt

with the shadows.

Who will I be today?

Head’s under tails.

Ruled by heart.

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Sara Finkle - Vocals

Andres Reyes - Guitar

Dirk Dobson - Bass

Parker Swenson - Drums

Video by Avery Uslaner

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Sara Finkle - Vocals

Andres Reyes - Guitar

Dirk Dobson - Bass

Parker Swenson - Drums

Video by Avery Uslaner

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Statue

gifted epiphanies sputtered from your mouth

like a leaky gas canister.

with one sentence, you set me ablaze.

I'm so grateful for this paradigm shift.

so grateful that the mud has been wiped

from the windows of who and how you truly are.

perhaps you were fooled by my tiny stature,

but me, I'm tall as ever,

not wavered by your words.

I am a statue.

a glorious, unbounded

work of art.

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In Your Arms

I’d love to lie in your arms.

Hugged by a womb of your words,

your knowledge is a waterfall that spills into my being.

Perspectives combat and collide.

The music our bodies would create:

thunderous percussion,

wailing horns,

heavy discord and beautiful resolution.

We’d send symphonies surfing over sound waves.

All the unspoken secrets we could share.

But first, open your arms,

I’d like to lie there a while.

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My One and Only Love

Vocals: Sara Finkle, Piano: Steve Lindeman, Bass: Kya Karine, Drums: Parker Swenson

Video by Avery Uslaner