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new world
04:12
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island song
05:02
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morning star
04:00
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I saw the morning star upon a window-sill
as the world began
I saw the voice of sunrise the wind would listen
& I followed them
what I heard did anger me so
I ate it up like straw
now the sun don't disappear at night
& a heart don't really break, child
ring around the water ring around the moon
till little voices wake us
I heard the voice of sickness the angels bleating
the angels fall
I heard three marys sing to me
that the truth awaits us all
what I heard did anger me so
I whispered night into the stars
now the sun...
I dreamed the shore you made of me
our final resting place destroyed in fire
I dreamed the powerful steal a grace
& sew a death upon us all
what I dreamed did anger me so
I threw my voice into the sea
now the sun...
now the sun's a dog the fragile lover spins me round
& asks me for what I've seen
now the son she hated is the ghost
that's speaking this tale through me
what I heard did anger me so
I flew away & night just fell
now the sun...
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tilt
01:47
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fiona's dream
02:09
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four in the morning
03:45
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armadillo
04:21
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mighty kings
03:21
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singing bird
02:43
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inside two simultaneous possibilities
inside the reason you are here
inside yr heart where I have gone &
I have stayed & I have left you
with yr singing
singing bird
I went to see the milky-way
where the stove-pipe rattles
& spits its ashes out
I floated round yr yellow
hair & yr red hair
I went to see & I have gone &
I have stayed & I have
left you with yr singing
singing bird
we are no center of the world
death finds us with or without a homeland
I find you everywhere I've gone &
I have stayed & I have
left you with yr singing
singing bird
inside our homes this sunken treasure
inside the center that we've moved
inside yr rattles I have gone &
I have stayed & I have left you
with yr singing
singing bird
inside two simultaneous possibilities
inside the reason we are here
inside yr heart where I have gone
& I have stayed & I will listen
to you singing
singing bird.
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tiger's sleep
01:39
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lucia
03:30
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lucia descended from her house in heaven
brighter than the star of day
said: "cover these eyes of innocence
descended, if you past help have strayed."
lucia tell me what I'm doing here
you tell it prettier than I
I isn't peter & I isn't paul
I fear yr water & yr fire.
lucia called for my feet to follow
to a place 1000 days away,
"but who will deem me? who will fill me?
I isn't worthy anyway."
lucia kissed my eyes one time
& my head became on fire,
"how can you ask me what will fill you
when fill you all the world conspires?"
she carried me up to the heavens dead
she carried me back alive once more
but all my fears they returned to me
& I was hungrier than before.
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out the falls
02:21
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really outta flown
03:42
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in a sacred manner once I lived once
over heaven gazed
I had a hundred horses once
now I wonder what is sacred
I asked for help from whose hope love
over what i am right now
I am a long line of deer
you really outta flown by now
I watch the sun go setting down
on the rails & the ribbony highway
nothing looks like buffalo no more
just ugly electric wires
now my thoughts are full of trees right now
my head is full of birds i love...
a head full of birds
you really outta flown by now
now this winter of discontent
the moon of popping trees
in a season of water lies
a continent on the edge of disease
but my tongue is in the mouth right now
of a very good friend of mine right now
who told me so
you really outta flown by now
how long since we've seen you here
abandoned on yr land?
now this ugly lineage found us
from stonewall jackson to fermi
this india was for dreamers once
now the atmosphere's on fire
maybe now there's hell enough here
to put these generals in my love
(evil prevailed in 1942)
you really outta flown by now
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fish will fly
02:38
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the fish were flying the flowers of may
curses, blue come kiss me like I was really something
we had plenty we let them fly away
cut away the colors of the night
bring me back a final chance for light
the wind is home
the fish were building a house in heaven
what seems strange is what we're given
we had plenty we let them fly away
cut away the colors of the night
give me back a final chance for light
the wind is home
the long awaited ones we gathered these
like a dream of water dreams of peace
between us shores of the happy fades away
cut away the colors of the night
bring me back a final chance for light
the wind is home
the fish were flying the flowers of may
curses blue come kiss me like I was really something
we had plenty we let them fly away.
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the master is asleep
03:55
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we cannot know anothers troubles
but look how bright the stars are
silent to those who would be silent
when evening came around we were startled
run away the darkness blows the horn
& the master is asleep & can't be woken
equivalent to everything
"equal to our words," you'd say
"the flowers will return again
in april or in may."
run away...
how can I lose you now
when we are exactly the same?
my sister she goes running from the barn
"what's this there's two of everything?"
run away...
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goodnight
01:32
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human types
05:15
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human types a maze of deer's-eye-view
bird song is everywhere
may I cross yr dream-ladder please?
will the train of sadness run or rise?
upon me rise
that we could rise
above this all.
how you float in beauty above the sky
a feet impossible at yr side
dip into the dark mess of the matter
yr feet yr hands the source of water
rise...
world upon the world's impenetrable head
world upon a flock of blue-birds
dream of dreams come fly & tell me where we're led
down amongst the heart's riddle we
rise
we're the first to drink upon this well
we the last are surely silent
from an artificial star we watch
ourselves become forgotten
rise...
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