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Merry and Bold
05:38
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Boundless fog
But it is our fog
And this is our circle
Abstracted from meaning
This little joy
Sparked from a kindle
Has been dowsed for hours
To the point of depleting
It may be only fog
But there is light here
After all
My little heart
It is a kind heart
Deployed in a shackle
Of idle and matter
But my love
It is a fierce love
Whitewashed the fog love
And blind ever after
After the flash
When the whiteness takes hold
Two shots in the clear
And the body takes form
Where we hold pose
Merry and Bold
Where we hold Pose
Merry and Bold
What is blind
In the infinite skyline
With an absence of feeling
Bounded by the haze
Despair kind heart
And see through the blindness
The circle is broken
But the lines still remain
And if this pure
Let it meet me
Truly pure
When the lines are broke
Let’s lay down together
In the absence of splendor
Where the flesh it gives in
This little joy
Sparked from a kindle
Sees itself as wildfire
Always contained
After the flash
When the redness takes hold
Two shots in the clear
And the body takes form
Where we hold pose
Merry and Bold
Where we hold Pose
Merry and Bold
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2. |
Lucky Lee
04:16
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I can’t keep my mind from turning
In this pale and lonesome room
Every day collapsed together
Skips along the waning moon
Where I find the shining face of Lucky Lee
Who sits among the roses and the reeds
Who has seen the world on fire and still believes
There is beauty in every notion
Be it kind or unkind
And we are mere survivors
On the ocean of goodbyes
It's the castaways that find a slight reprieve
The quiet moments when once the storm released
Drapes gently down upon Lucky Lee
I’ll hold on to this day for every day
I’ll string this sigh across all noise
I’ll bear this belief like none has bore
I’ll hold on to this day for every day
For Lucky Lee
Amongst the shadows,
The shelters and the leaves.
Amongst the squalor
And the swelter and
The fates the sing together
And the hands that come together over me
and Lucky Lee
I know these fingers fondly
I have worn them like a crown
And I basked in the reunion
When the end was coming down
In the shards of glass the universe is born
The broken dreams are swallowed up by vine
And the lights between, I keep them here with mine
I would long for you, my darling
Buried 10 ft underground
I love to watch your light expanding
When the spring cometh around
Where I find the shining face of Lucky Lee
Who sits among the roses and the reeds
Who has seen the world on fire and still believes
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3. |
Hispid Hare
06:51
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Stay by my side
through the depth of the night
It is quiet and unburdened
and we shall know rest
We shall know rest
when the body transformed
Past the boundaries of lust
and the levees of pride
I’ve come to accept that
my hands are unclean
There are things that I’ve done
that I cannot redeem
I wanted to be free
of all of these things
So I gave up my body
and wandered alone
There is peace in the hole I have dug
In my dreams, I’m still king
of Jackrabbits
Some may venture but none will approach
In my dreams, I’m still king
of Jackrabbits
Free to scream with the moon
In my dreams as the king
of Jackrabbits
Here I have sworn to the drove
I love you so much
That it feels like a wound
And as we collide
we are bound to this room
And every experience
is bound to this room
I see 10,000 moments
but nary a home.
Nary a Home,
but too many caves
and too many fires
and too many shades
And just like the hare
who lives on the moon
I would give myself to your fire
and love you alone.
There is peace in the hole I have dug
In my dreams, I’m still king
of Jackrabbits
Some may venture but none will approach
In my dreams, I’m still king
of Jackrabbits
Free to scream with the moon
In my dreams as the king
of Jackrabbits
Here I have sworn to the drove
Run Rabbit Run
Give me your darkness
My darling, my dear
Give my your heartache
and give me your fear
Give me the outrage
that God disappeared
Give to me the solitude
that you found here
I’ll give you the moon
and throw myself on the flame
I’ll trade one unburdened evening
for a lifetime of chains
It is only a body,
It’s supposed to be dragged
through 10,00 moments
but nary the same.
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4. |
Two Wounded Birds
05:29
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Oh brothers and sisters, hold on
We are at the edge of the river, hold on
We are at the edge of the river, hold on
Thousand years hasn’t made it much clearer, hold on
As the night is a song
And the morning’s the word
We hold on to ourselves
Like two wounded birds
As the winter was long
And gray as steel or as stone
Until we forgot
To look up when the morning comes
Oh brothers and sisters, hold on
We are at the edge of the river, hold on
We are at the edge of the river, hold on
Thousand years hasn’t made it much clearer, hold on.
As you waited for spring
And counted the days left behind
And the glory of God
Is displayed through a suicide
These men are confused
You said again and again
As we waded in ruin
For the spring once again
But It is our way
Beyond the pail
Where everything’s new
And everything’s well
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5. |
All in Hell
05:20
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What’s the difference between the snake and lamb
Both of them keep their heads to the ground
One serves nobody the other the crown
But they’re both in hell already
What’s the difference between the prophet and whore
They both bend down to please their lord
One is enraptured the other is bored
And they’re both in hell already
Dance on silly men
With your piety, loneliness, sin
Let your suffering in
And we’re all in hell already
What’s the difference between the heart and the knife
They both work to keep the body alive
But one will decay if the other survives
And they’re both in hell already
What’s the difference between the vulture and fly
They’re both faithful companions when you die
But one is fair weather, the other for life
And they’re both in hell already
Dance on silly men
With your piety, loneliness, sin
Let your suffering in
And we’re all in hell already
What’s the difference between devil and child
They’re both without laws, they both are wild
One is experienced the other is mild
And they’re both in hell already
What’s the difference between the rich and the poor
Neither knows what they are living for
Both of them laugh and both of them mourn
And we’re all in hell already
Dance on silly men
With your piety, loneliness, sin
Let your suffering in
And we’re all in hell already
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6. |
Not For Thee
06:00
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If I were to leave here before the dawn
And hold on to the notion that we are good
To kneel down to the beauty of everything
To give myself in offering
With your pale hands
Inspecting the gift I bring
Would you say this is not for thee?
There is God on either side of the river bed
There is a wall between our hearts again
And like the Christ at the temple shaking his fist
We are shut out of the temple once again
And when you nail
Every broken heart to a cross
Would you say this is not for thee?
Let the birds rest along my limbs
Let’s sit in the mercy of the world
Let my mouth whisper into the hollowness
Let my body sink into the soil
Remove me from the story
That you wrote
For this is not for thee.
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7. |
Broken Boy
04:51
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8. |
Queen Bee
06:20
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I'll lay down in the garden
Under the maples
For the rest of my day
If you must live in the twilight
Between the joy and the sadness
Between the stars and the stain
Oh queen bee
Dark is the place where you left me
Dust are the days when you're lovely
Lost are the ways and the means
Oh queen bee
I long for the days where you'll hold me
‘tween demons and gods you is only
The distance between your wings
This world it is a broke world
But between faults in the rubbish
Gardens are groomed
It's a hive for the queen bee
The day commences with weeping
And ends in a tomb
Oh queen bee
Dark is the place where you left me
Dust are the days when you're lovely
Lost are the ways and the means
Oh queen bee
I long for the days where you'll hold me
‘tween demons and gods you is only
The distance between your wings
But He of the Bee
clings to your body so weakly
But the burden is heavy to bear
Heavy to Bear
But to Bear is to Birth
Give to me these sallow wings
This worthless crown and everything
kept in the husk and fallen down
along the shore along the sea
and rise to meet me wandering
disrobed in a profanity
as a mantis who flew to the sun
but lost his home into the sea
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9. |
Who is the Architect?
06:32
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I am the Lion Tamer
Between the tongue and teeth
It’s not devotion
It’s the sword of Damocles
And I want to read the contract
That proclaims all this must happen
When it happens once again
And I want the teeth to wrap around
My neck as I discover
just according to whose plan?
I have so many things
That I’ve mashed in this imperfect prayer
There is peace in the dark
You can’t see, you are no longer here
But I can keep waiting
While you are chasing stars.
I can keep waiting
While you are chasing stars.
I am the Narcissist
Who abandoned the building
I stared at the mirror too long
And saw cracks in everything
And I want to see the faces
Of the dead stockpiled around me
Who had nominated me a friend
I want to see the history in the flowers
And the tea leaves that would whisper
What should have been.
I have so many things
That I’ve mashed in this imperfect prayer
There is peace in the dark
You can’t see, you are no longer here
But I can keep waiting
While you are chasing stars.
I can keep waiting
While you are chasing stars.
I am the Cosmonaut
Drifting beyond the stars
It’s all moved past me now
From Boston to Charminar
I see four bleak spires and wonder
Who is the Architect?
Who is the Architect?
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Gun Mother Providence, Rhode Island
A dead-of-winter psych folk outfit who write orchestral and somber songs about circles, mystic rabbits, the resting position
of urban birds and other such rituals.
From Boston MA, featuring members of Reverend Glasseye, Brian Carpenter and the Confessions and Ho-Ag
"This is music of considerable substance and depth, played at its best"
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