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comeMYlover
02:34
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come my lover come remember
come in all yr budding splendour
see the world is only nine days old & so are we
our beauty falls our freshly springs
we waver & fall ceaselessly & cause the rainbow
but it seems we don't remember now
NOT in the flower I found it difficult
one to love you one to leave you
then remember nothing saves you
we are two birds laughing at the talk of dreamers
WE should be naked but it's too cold right now
our wisdom hidden in the flower
& we will never know tomorrow the false forgotten
now go & thank the heavens it is so.
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theDAYcreates
02:49
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nighttricked
03:44
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immaterial material
innumerable number
a formless form &
a shapeless shape
& a powerlessness & a power
& an insubstantial substance
& a motionless motion
& an inactive activity
& a provider of provisions
a divinity of divinity.
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cella's song # 4 or #5
02:01
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nakedness
06:44
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lies
03:05
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critical mass/Simone
07:43
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Simone on her deathbed lay & I am old
forgotten everything
once a place the cold winds could lay our bodies done unto the enemy born in wicked light of earth our
bumbling little orbits into everything
here we lived from soul to soul our words of love
were not of nothing
we were told as we were born we could be anything
at all the call of love would cause the eye
to see it.
The beauty-pangs the battle-fields the cause to believe in
the crowd disputing cast upon this stream of lies
o' son of anger son of light
see the sorrow everywhere the infiniteness
of resistance
can you hear the baby crying the moon up crowing:
"you were once this young"?
we were told...
...anyone with half a brain knows you kill the Fascists
they just come back again
do you wonder why we wandered here?
our freedom love is anywhere.
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only a stone
05:28
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rain
02:27
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now the riches now the lies
now the wind that swept my eyes
blows my love across the sea
where is the peace that's meant to be
when the dead they do not wish it?
there's a cold place that i love
there we watch us from above
& every least shall sing of love
where is the peace...
here the cooling sun is seen
hear the scattered start to sing
& every word reveals the stain
where is the peace...
now the bombs fall from the sky
now the fearless are all lies
now there's no place left to hide
where is the peace?
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before the end
02:29
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Art Of Flying Taos
“Atmospheric, voraciously eclectic, momentarily Floydian … & thoroughly brilliant”
“...lo-fi soundscapes …a deftly
prolific knack for poetic songwriting meets gorgeous musicianship.” —
"...hazy & beautiful, content to balance contradictions: critics calling them at first "clear & bright" & then in the next sentence, "creaky & weird;" "the best-kept secret in American music of the new century."
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