1. |
A Magician of Sorts
04:30
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The other night, as I lay still
I had the visions of a man
With his harmony and trill
As I was searching for a friend on the coast
The water turned to peaks
And the oceans into dew
I said you were a dancer, and he mentioned that he taught
The art of stage to you
You know that surrealistic truth
Without much notice the landforms had changed
He was a magician of sorts
Put his stated art in shame
The tune he whistled inside
It entered and stayed
I wish I knew it all by heart
For my life it could’ve saved
For the wolves I thought were gentle
They snarled as they passed
The same damn tune the man had sung
And I was swallowed as I gasped
And I stumbled through stones, without my new friend
Though he’d warned about the pack
Their curiosity sure to end
As the animals drew near, I heard in my head
Note for note the same
As I awoke safe in my bed
The tune he whistled inside
It entered and stayed
Of course I knew it all by heart
For my life it could’ve saved
For the wolves I thought were gentle
They snarled as they passed
The same damn tune the man had sung
And I was swallowed as I gasped
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2. |
Spirit Wakes
05:32
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Distance just a warning to the sun
That I won’t go, not another one
Damages are foreign to the cell
Well of course they are, because you built it well
You built it well, you built it well
That cloak I wore to tempt it in the night
Through cracks I slipped, and the darkness fights
I won’t keep the chamber is good form
Well of course I won’t, with the spirit borne
Oh adorned, oh adorned
Ghosts oh don’t they strike a fight beyond these walls
Forest tender, defender falls
A shame it is to keep the felon locked from his
Image healing without’s within
Long as I’ve been covered in the fold
That life I led, lying bound untold
Stories just a figment of the mind
The healer’s hand, with the shackles bind
Oh they bind, oh they bind
Ghosts oh don’t they strike a fight beyond these walls
The forest tender, defender falls
A shame it is to keep the felon locked from his
Image healing without’s within
My dear oh we climb, for the outside we pined
And the tiredness creaks like the shackles tied
Like a church oh it rings, when you call out and sing
Is it strange that we sin for what side we’re on?
On the catwalk we lay, held the darkness at bay
And the concrete kept tabs on the morning light
And that night we felt safe, because the spirits did wake
To protect us from what they tried to escape
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3. |
Peaks
04:28
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When the peaks did reignite
You knew better than to fight
Curses came when they had sworn
You looked better not forlorn
Oh, the great divide
Those swollen eyes
Great furs and hides
Fathers please lend me your ear
Fens have grown this cold long year
If you’re to wager ‘gainst defeat
Cut my locks and show my feet
Sold on broken skies
The old crow flies
Meets his demise
Nobles speak out easily
“I’ll never let those grackles sing”
The crow he sleeps so idly
His perch is taken, fallen king
The elder myths they did convince
Of a land worth taking
The double edge of sprouting thought
With reclamation brings profit lost
Fathers lost in some dark fit
Leaving place for me to sit
Rumour sprang up from the ground
Easily silence the sounds
Craze, I fell into
Punish I do
Ambitions muse
News arrived by the evening tide and unravelled
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4. |
The Sarus Crane
04:22
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So it is said that the lonely ones
Who would wander, bereft by those Seljuq sons
Would die and weep, their souls would keep and take the grounds
Oh our excursions they made a row
To win these old hearts did require a vow
Austerity, the only route to smash the gods
Steel shepherds lay down, by the old mill my friends
Feathered fears be woken, conscience saves these sounds
If it seems to fade, young ones should gather round
So we keep thinking “why is it must”?
That the wind might settle, turn into dust
The shrines they built to smother out the sarus cranes
The steps they smashed, his name they dubbed
But it sure looked like Beelzebub
The angled forms turn into spheres and back they turn
Steel shepherds lay down, by the old mill my friends
Feathered fears be woken, conscience saves these sounds
If it seems to fade, young ones should gather round
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5. |
Stilts
03:55
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The nest up above he built
You know the sun’s held up by stilts
He engineered his ever enduring fears
The emptiness he felt, landlocked career he dealt
The animal domain, the tail they brought him changed the pain
And sight he gained
The course of mammals past, those stormy clouds he longed to grow a mast
His mate a crippled bear, his genes to soar she did not share
And jumped impaired
The nest up above he built
You know the sun’s held up by stilts
He engineered his ever enduring fears
The house they could not see, those stilts they rose the height of trees
His esoteric peace, was so high up they did ignore
Until it poured
Soon the tower grew too high, wobbled and swayed over city so far
The storm grew into lightning strikes, struck those stilts and did set fire
The nest up above he built
You know the sun’s held up by stilts
He engineered his ever enduring fears
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O Zephyr
04:59
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Stop the car you know that I
Couldn’t let you see this old animal die
Like buzzards we must pick and pry
Ideas born when left will lie
Creation myth was written down
Through tongues that tell we spread them around
All things that grow must start from the ground
Create we might with borrowed sound
O Zephyr, carry me
From this walk I’ve trodden so carefully
If I might claim some divine source
Will the ears perk up like ears of corn?
Volumes lift me off the earth
While my verses ponder so dark in the dirt
Regardless guardian sing up from the mirk
The pains of growth, a flightless bird
O Zephyr, carry me
From this walk I’ve trodden so carefully
If I might claim some divine source
Will the ears perk up like ears of corn?
Darling I can see the rust
On your woven cloak of tin stardust
You’ve always been a cavern torn
An expedition, along the shore
Within the silos of making
There live the only ones gone crazy
That hermitage we longed for
The scavengers do maketh more by taking
If I don’t tinker anything
I will hang here by a string
You know the scavengers do maketh more by taking
Darling I can see the rust
On your woven cloak of tin stardust
You’ve always been a cavern torn
An expedition, along the shore
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Limbs
05:02
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I entered slowly without sound
The territory guarded by hounds
Without a morsel I tried to bear
A shelter tossed in open air
That hefty ranger tends entwined
My solitude he grants in kind
I lie awake, no comfort found
Like sprites my thoughts did dance around
I hear your voice through pines and the simmer of black flies
I couldn’t have waited for you love,
The fruits only fade with
Time, the measure that grows and extends my limbs
To pluck strings and sing notes
It’s stopgap, but the closer I’ve felt
The one I left behind
She’s a full moon set so fine
I’m collapsed here on the earth
Just passing time
The forest floor, she lets me go
Though her cradle leaves wanting more
Than a frame for memories
And distant shores
Far away the buildings rise
My attachment to does underlie
The one she lives among the clouds
Where I’ve made myself so disallowed
The city it sleeps and wanders the paths I’ve taken
Truly, though through the
Expansion, feeds my loneliness
A newly formed horizon, a crystalline construction
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8. |
Bloom
05:18
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Like a sheep in wolf’s clothing
You saw me there, thought I’d stolen that face
With the verses of my songs misplaced
Those electric tomes to your distaste
I was tarred and feathered
With that motion I did gather and plume
Not a self-destructive thought cocoon
Those petals fall and wait to bloom
Songs of home form another starting point to roam
When the guards had gone and run, and those eyes begin to roll
And that time itself wouldn’t take this long with flesh and bone
When the morning came around, we’d all but overgrown
I was carved and nurtured
So I moulded you the way a father gives
From mud to madness, chose to live
And that noble tenant did forgive
Songs of home form another starting point to roam
When the guards had gone and run, and those eyes begin to roll
And that time itself wouldn’t take this long with flesh and bone
When the morning came around, we’d all but overgrown
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