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Nature
04:02
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It brings to mind
Scattered segments of spine
Like crouching little white birds
After the quickening
Or wind whistling through ribcage-tines
Of some animal expired alone
In some vast field unknown
The skull's mock-smiling
What thoughts in that cavernous space escaped now?
"Centrum Naturae..."
What thoughts in that cavernous space escaped now?
"Matter clutches to matter
And nature desires nature
The house collapses
Nature brings forth desires
The house collapses
Nature brings forth nature
Nature brings forth desires brings forth nature and nature brings forth nature brings forth desires brings forth nature"
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The sailing pine;
The cedar, proud and tall;
The vine-prop elm;
The poplar, never dry;
The builder oak, sole king of forests all;
The aspen, good for staves;
The cypress, funeral;
The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors
And poets sage;
The fir, that weepeth still;
The willow, worn of forlorn paramours;
The yew, obedient to the binder's will;
The birch, for shafts;
The sallow, for the mill;
The myrrh, sweet bleeding in the bitter wound;
The warlike beech;
The ash, for nothing ill;
The fruitful olive,
And the plantane round;
The carver holm;
The maple, seldom inward sound.
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Willow Waly
03:52
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We lay, my love and I,
Beneath the weeping willow
But now alone I lie
And weep beside the tree
Singing "O Willow Waly"
By the tree that weeps with me
Singing "O Willow Waly"
'Till my lover returns to me
We lay, my love and I,
Beneath the weeping willow
A broken heart have I
O willow, I die...
O willow, I die...
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Star Bells
01:51
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All the images in me
The far-off landscape
Almost held
All the images in me...
The far-off landscape...
You were here before me
Time gathers over distances,
Strung at separate pitches
Days coil
Past recall
Days coil around us
In descending scales
Star bells knell
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A Descent
06:18
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Under my hand, flesh of flowers
Under my hand, warm landscape
You have given me back my world
In you, the earth breathes under my hand
My arms were full of charred branches
My arms were full of painful sand
Now I sway in rank forests
I dissolve in strong rivers
I am the bones,
I am the flesh
Now we reach it!
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Scared Of Wolves
05:08
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"There's a whining at the threshold,
A scratching at the door..."
I was coming from Vendée
"Still weary are the little ones,
Weary are the old
Weary in their cradles
From mother's toil untold..."
Who should I pass along my way?
"Born to hoarded weariness
Born to hoarded gold
What power stirs these heavy limbs?"
But a gentleman in sharp array...
"What hopes these dull hearts swell?
What fears more cold?"
You make me laugh, you do!
"What pains more sharp
Than life we know so well?"
I'll never leave home like you...
"The slow, relentless, padding step
That never goes astray..."
I'm just too scared of wolves
"There's a rustle in the underbrush,
A shadow in the way.
The straining flight,
The long pursuit,
The steady gain behind..."
I'm just too scared of wolves
"There's a hot breath at the keyhole,
A tearing as of teeth..."
Just too scared of...
"Well do we know the bloodshot eyes
And dripping jaws beneath..."
...wolves.
"There's a whining at the threshold,
A scratching at the floor."
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Honey Locust
04:52
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We raise canopies over ourselves
For deserts created somewhere else
We flourish and languish in light
Then dream the world is shrinking
I'll never find you in this hell.
Locusts hum in honey locust
They sing "summer".
The moon lies at our feet
The sun pours molten gold over our heads
Because I couldn't find you
Made necessary the object
Without instruction
No map home.
I alone sing "butterfly, beetle, bee"...
They will not come back to you or I
They will not come back to me.
I alone sing "99 and 90"
"Sing 99 and 90"
The trees cry out for blood.
"The trees cry out for blood"
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Cherubim Wheels
04:31
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"All day, all night
Angels are watching over me, my lord
All day, all night
Angels are watching
Over me, my lord..."
I left the land of the Sun-Bright-Deep
Where golden gardens grow
With my head down
And hands bound
Marched back into the forest
Into the Temple of Sorrow
And the House of Tomorrow
Where white birds are sleeping
I waited in the room
Misty-eyed and terrified
While the night sky brought
Pale images of you to mind
Three flies drowned in wine,
Sticky-winged
Proceeded to climb
Over the edge of the altar
Trailed a message across the surface
That I could not read
So I wept both night and day
And I prayed both day and night
That you would come and tell it to me
Your god may claim his own
May spread frost across my threshold
And cast shadows at my door
But I close it and whisper softly,
"The key belongs to me".
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A Little World
02:55
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This world is only what we make it
Sunshine and laughter
That's what we're after
Don't find a care from where we take it
If you're complaining,
Then here's the ending...
Let the world be sad and weary
Let the world be dark and dreary
We'll build a little world of our own.
We'll hang up the sun to cheer up
We'll hang up the moon right near up
We'll build a little world of our own.
We can plan it and be sure that it's correct
Love alone is known to be the architect
He'll inspect.
Love is genius, though
Who found it?
With a golden fence
Around it
We'll build a little world of our own.
We can plan it and be sure that it's correct
Love alone is known to be the architect
He'll inspect.
Love is genius, though
Who found it?
With a golden fence
Around it
We'll build a little world of our own!
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Sometimes I'd like to saddle the wind
And ride to where you are
We may meet on a hill top
Or in a gray field...
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The Gray Field Recordings Athens, Greece
The Gray Field Recordings was formed in 2001 by R. Loftiss. The music is an amalgamation of electronic, noise, classical, folk, ambient, often all together in a single song. It has been described as “bizarre and unsettling, yet strangely beautiful” (Evening of Light). ... more
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