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O Human Child
06:21
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Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
- W.B. Yeats
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Dead Tree March
05:06
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3. |
Golden Egg
04:14
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golden egg
in the sky
never hatch
never fly
never soar
never die
golden egg
in the sky
golden egg
glows in the night
I cup my hands
and drink your light
raise a toast
to our parts unknown
membrane hold
an unbroken world
golden egg
in the sky
never hatch
never fly
never soar
never die
golden egg
in the sky
scales don't fall
from my eyes
wordless prayer
wingless flight
ride or die
my foundling light
golden pulse
come and flood my mind
golden egg
in the sky
never hatch
never fly
never soar
never die
golden egg
in the sky
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4. |
Murmuration
05:43
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wayward sunbeam
dipped in shadow
night your oyster
warm and shallow
starry basin
silver minnows
frozen rapture
school of echoes
void and ocean
drop your anchor
light will move you
just follow after
no secrets
no blessings
no lies
all is breath and flight
all is blossom and blight
no secrets
no blessings
no lies
a formless shapeshifting tide
o my god
it's alive
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5. |
Ginko's Blues
03:52
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6. |
I Drink the Rain
07:46
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serpent weave around my feet
tongue of fire licks a skeletal tree
dead star dust, electricity
I drink the rain, I never sleep
I drink the rain, I never sleep
blackest earth devouring
limbs of light bend low and sing
heavens shake and burst with seed
is it dark in here,
did you blindfold me?
serpent weave around my feet
tongue of fire licks a skeletal tree
dead star dust, electricity
I drink the rain, I never sleep
I drink the rain, I never sleep
would you rather a well or a hidden spring?
would you rather blaze or smoulder, my dear?
be the last of your kind or a beautiful freak?
a song without words or a word that bleeds?
a bird that whistles
a bird that sings
a bird whose cry makes your skeleton ring
serpent weave around my feet
tongue of fire licks a skeletal tree
dead star dust, electricity
I drink the rain, I never sleep
I drink the rain, I never sleep
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Cryptid Bop
06:24
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8. |
High Alien Priest
06:19
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high alien priest in a convertible car
red rimmed eyes
pulls up at a crumbling dive bar
mouth like a bruise, a poisonous flower
says
"I've only got a couple of hours-
about enough time for a drink
and a game of cards"
it's all fun and games
until somebody shows you their heart
on a platter
on a stake
in a riverbed
rusted in parts
give me the salve
and I'll put away my poison dart
drive through cities and ghost towns
find your way back to the stars
and remember me to the one who sweeps up the shards
it was all so real
your grip on my arm
a great storm passing over and on
your death's head smile
the hand you dealt me is gone
it's all fun and games
until somebody loans you their scars
this flesh is a ruse
and a cold collapsing star
give me the salve
and I'll put away my poison dart
high alien priest in a convertible car
red rimmed eyes
pulls up at a crumbling dive bar
mouth like a bruise, a poisonous flower
says
"I've only got a couple of hours-
about enough time for a drink
and a game of cards"
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9. |
Magic Beans
04:16
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all this earthly chatter
just give me the bag of magic beans
we'll plant them by the all night kitchen
get a doughnut and a coffee on our way to heaven
all this earthly chatter
just give me a decent pair of crossbones
I'll sell my soul if I've got one
does the devil's ensemble need some xylophone?
all this earthly chatter
about making it big and making it rain
everyone leaves empty handed
skull flower pot and a daisy chain
all this earthly chatter
first you're under the gun
then you're over the moon
camels and needles and tabloids (headlines)
the hum of a drone
the call of a loon
all this earthly chatter
march into the sea a parade in chains
radiant cores burn ashen
no one is afraid
no one is awake
all this earthly chatter
pull out the festering thorn and put a new spell on me
the story doesn't end at sundown
sundown doesn't end
there is no story
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11. |
Glass Mountain
05:20
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glass mountain
no heat and no cold
no fingers of trees
no fires or roads
no daredevils splayed at your feet
and the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder
a pale lantern
hangs from my throat
in the weakening light of november
fork of white lightning
a faded rainbow
my voice
scorched and aching
remembers
glass mountain
no heat and no cold
no fingers of trees
no fires or roads
no daredevils splayed at your feet
and the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder
there's no place like nowhere
and nobody knows
how it ends and what will come after
so tell me a story I already know
but lit from a different direction
days wash away like waves in the sand
the dead clap their invisible hands
and laugh
glass mountain
no heat and no cold
no fingers of trees
no fires or roads
no daredevils splayed at your feet
and the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder
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12. |
The Party is Over
05:48
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the party is over
you can't get to sleep
was it anything you dreamed it would be?
dress the wounded sunset
lull the raging sea
a swan's lament
or an ugly duckling's dream
we were young and easy
we were cruel and green
before the gnaw of frost
the glimmer of a skeleton key
the party is over
you can't get to sleep
was it anything you dreamed it would be?
sodom and gomorrah
endless suburban street
bob for a poison apple
curses a dollar apiece
unholy and heartsick
ouroboros eat
let me lie in the forest
moss grow over me
songs to lust and lose to
a song to make you weep
a song to sell you pretty little devils to feed
the party is over
you can't get to sleep
was it anything you dreamed it would be?
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13. |
The Devils are Snoring
05:00
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it's raining
it's pouring
the devils
are snoring
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Clara Engel Toronto, Ontario
they/them
I'm not writing the same song over and over so much as writing one long
continuous song that will end when I die.
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Immersive & moving art-pop songs that conjure up stark night landscapes
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Luminous harmonica interpretations of Hildegard von Bingen's music
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