Edgar’s songs are anthropoetic: a poetic anthropology in shifting keys, molded with excellent musicianship and inventive musical forms.
“A babe’s first breath is coughed below
As lenses frame a brief exchange
She rests upon an ice prop drifting
Darkly outside camera range.”
“The vaults we designed have been filled with actual and specific histories.
Paging through calendars displacing goals with the actions we took.
Drying sand set to a crust where we played our impoverished childish stories,
The winds in our faces were the tits of existence that charmed us along.
14 Bindlestick Frank (2011)
Robert Edgar, Tom Goering, Roger Winkelman and Robin Edgar worked over four years to perform, record, mix and release this 2011 album of 10 songs.
“Water in tow.
Water in tow,
‘Cause I’m a tugboat under a blue sky
Leading the sweet through the salt
I’ve got an iceberg for Dubai”
“And they rounded ‘em up and threw ‘em in the sea
They’re like Mexican catacombs surrounding me
And they reflect your face wherever I go
As I swim with the sharks, down below.”
Robert Edgar Songs Volume 1 (2009)
Robert in the Studio
From Florida girls:
“Well she was hot as a blue-tip match, and twice as easy to spark.
On sunny days she’d back out her Rambler, top down and four on the floor,
She’d drive to the beach and park…”
To satellites returning from deep space:
“Prowling through the stellar winds, an orbit now you’ll keep
With lullaby ones and zeros, We’ll sing you sound to sleep, to sleep.”
To South American rivers:
“Orchids on the Orinoco, drifting with the flood
Scattered by time’s arrows, murmurs in the blood.”
(Orchids Lyrics by Ethan Place)
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Each song is full cinema.
Cocoa Beach Songs (2006)
Songs about Cocoa Beach and Cape Canaveral
“Down South, we were floating, in some cinderbrick building
Seagulls spiraling toward the mainland, leaning into rain.
Later was so far away, seemed like having the same dream.
But one dream’s not the same dream twice, now is it?”
The Mister Edgars (2004)
The Mister Edgars were:
- Robert Edgar, Guitar and Vocals
- Dan Tripp, Bass
- Robin Edgar, Percussion
Through candles your green eyes took in the crowds
And your hands were warm around mine
Hotels were empty their front doors ajar
Lemon grass soup spilled in French wine
