1. |
Sunlight Is The Color
02:23
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Trees have fallen
Branches are black
The air was moist and he breathed it in
Ashes, ashes,
Burnt paper filled the space
Sparking up the sky
With the moon transfigured into silence
Gliding over the pitch surface
Gliding over the hills
All we are is waiting
How could we be any more than this?
Taking your hand we walk
We across the in between
The organic puppets that once were flesh
Mock and talk
And we don't understand the words
And it sounds like barking dogs
No human is human to us anymore
No faces look normal
Because we are no longer part of that world
Everything is false
Everything is a dream
The gray hills...
The gray skies...
Sunlight is the color.
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Oh before the final wave
Crashes down on us
And drowns us all
Oh before the great mouth opens
And swallows us whole
And swallows us all
Before the wave...
Before the wave...
Before the final wave...
"Now we reach it,
Now, now
The whistling hub of the world
It's as if god has spun a whirlpool,
Flung up a new continent
But we men, we stood in a line
All along the deck
We sang to them,
If birds still gathered along the dunes,
If horses ran free along the shore
Then I could turn to you, my love,
And say, 'make up the bed,
Put fire to the lamp'.
There we would watch and listen
As the waves beat in.
If birds still gathered on the dunes
If horses still ran wild along the shore."
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3. |
Sarah Bishop
03:02
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I was laughing had no cares
So I went into the mountains
So I went into the night...
I was laughing had no cares
Under the moon
Under the stars
So I went into the mountains
So I went into the night.
Amongst the cobwebs and the boulders
Climbed into the pathless heights
I can hear the thunder of the pine
The sound of rushing water
The wind it blows right through me
I can hear the beeches growing
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4. |
Rappaccini's Daughter
18:03
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Lunaria,
Lavandula augustafolia,
Delphinium,
Nemophila maculata,
Nomeolvides,
And little blue dragonflies.
Pray you, love, remember
What is grown for two ends
Matters not at all.
Pray you, love, remember
What is grown for two ends
Matters not at all.
Ruta graveolens
the day she was born.
Foeniculum vulgare,
Aquilegia vulgaris,
Myosotis.
The Draconia will see
Moments not memory.
She passes with broken heart
She passes, with broken heart
Across the border of time.
Anthropa Belladonna
There is something much truer
Than what we are aware of.
There is something we are aware of...
Abrus presarios
In the Garden of Adonis
Nerium oleander
Rappaccini's daughter
In the Garden of Adonis
Inflorescences idealized
With inviting hues of terror.
Datura inoxia
And Citura maculata
Sever me from the warmth of life
To die by vitious flora.
Sever me from the warmth of life
To die by vitious flora
By Nemophila,
By Maculata.
Sever me from me.
Sever me from something much truer.
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5. |
Verdant Green
03:55
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Are you safe?
I am not here
They say we're only waiting
And the light that shines on you
Will shine on me.
Home is far away
Where ghost faces haunt me
And the god that cries for them
Will cry for me.
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
Just like a new beginning.
Are you safe?
I am not at home
Where ghost faces haunt me
And the light that shines for you
Will shine for me
Home is not here
They say we're only waiting
And the light that shines on you
Will shine on me.
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
Just like a new beginning...
Are you safe?
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
We're all so verdant green
Just like a new beginning.
Are you safe?
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6. |
Sex Flowers
05:41
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Moments of animal twinkling
An inflorescence overnight
The whorled light continues in all directions
Being is the eyes' reproductive perianth
Downy vegetative warmth, plant stage, egg vessel
Suffocation produced the environment, in any event the interpretation
Changes of willing parts: a seized cycle.
Sperm in stigma, biological as thoughts, every filament favorable
The bloom trembling outwards to petals, tender sepals; a faltering structure
Internal ivory, quick embrace
You mastered me fiercely, with instrumental will
Engulfed, swelling fruit-like with rapture
A place for ritual, a possible religion, (and biochemical to them)
Its rapid form alternative to confusion when enclosed in an attractive complex
How green it seems...two parts softly radial in the romance.
Stiff pillar, plinth of plants, meeting in the female
It is knowing when to develop the innermost of these elements in the unraveling
They meet instantly as head, carpels, fires, outside primordial possibility
In succession, then union is endogenous reward
Rest is in season and, in order, propagation
Levels develop to have branches and expand to human end
Called to Collectivity, fused in evolution.
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Who will bring the light?
Where on earth is the star that shines?
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Good girls don't behave like that...
Like that.
Like that.
He sharpens his teeth at night.
She sleeps to the sound of knives...
To the sound of knives.
If you won't be my Mary,
You'll sure as fuck be my Magdalene.
If you won't be my Mary,
You'll sure as fuck be my Magdalene.
Good girls sharpen their teeth at night.
Good girls sleep to the sound of knives...
To the sound of knives.
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9. |
Wilderness Takes Over
04:22
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Wolves go howling through the night
And up and down
And in the neighborhood
And in behind the houses
And in the fields
With the mounds and the bones
And the burials
And the wolves go gliding by...
"I had a dream... "
And in the hollow hills I lay back...
"...the world was ending..."
And I feel the mound rising with my breath
And I fall deep into it's pit.
"Light silhouetted..."
And it wraps me in blankets of grass
And earth.
"...the trees..."
And I sleep and I move
Undulating to the surface.
"...And the world moved inside me."
Laying still, across the top
As he breathes me in.
And the paper flies up
And ashes from the burning woods beneath.
"...Born and unborn,
Wilderness takes over.
Arching backwards,
Sucking into silence,
How could we be any more than this?
All these days stitched together.
Here, in between,
All we are is waiting.
How could we be,
How could we be
Any more than this?
Born and unborn,
Wilderness takes over."
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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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