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~(intro)~
01:58
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2. |
open wound
01:00
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3. |
happiest day
05:18
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1. I woke up to the happiest day of my life
and in the pale blue light, morning rain rubbing down} -- silent invocation
2. {I’m gonna ride into town and explain myself
through the passionate groves in the shade
My median space is overgrown
leaving the town, I wish I stayed
but I can’t restrain myself x2
Far removed from the cracks, wide open space
the hairpins pretend to be born
Pass on through the gate, see where my head goes
led me all the way to my house:
Where I woke up and noticed things were strange (echo)
Adgilis Deda, where’ve you gone? Hope for rain, lines are drawn
I rolled my windows down and took a life (echo)
and when I look outside it’s my oh my oh my x2} --- country krautrock
3. {We woke up to the saddest day of our lives
suspended by a sunbeam that dried all our clothes
Please return us to the wilds I left behind
Riding in my brand new car, windows shut
to watch the days go by} --- spaces between notes
4. p(pet sounds) ---intrepid melody---
////
---wide open gate---
5. {I took my kids down to the pool
the leaves are turning red my house is getting cold x2
I opened my gmail, it’s all on the cloud
How am I supposed to drive home? How am I getting home?
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4. |
place-mother
05:30
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1. Made a line from a tree to the soil
deposit spirits on the forest floor
The fox comes to bite your back, face down
in the violence, I know the god you found
How about if we don’t?
Speak voices in the mouths of mammals
mother doesn’t choose
How about if we don’t
Break bread, broken bones
2. While the space is filled with leaves
Muted rain, the spirit finds release
“I can’t get away, my God
no I can’t get away from you”
(aba re)
4. Place-mother is watching over the wild ones
I need some sleep to breach the divide between
and fall (cradled) in the crests
5. Oh, the highs and lows are just a pole apart from unity
Find her there, torn from the rest
set on the path to close the wound in me
How about if we don’t? (close the wound in me) x2
How about if we made gods of ourselves
I know the god you found
~/;;/~
Strings beholden to nothing
~/;;/~
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5. |
weather row
06:08
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A. {Weather Row, undertow split by trains
Holy space free to vibrate, mind the nodes
wet is the wound, and the rails are the seam}
B. {Weather Row, you’ve invoked my sorrow
hear this calling, recited always
Running out of data, watch them sweep
like the Neva, flow out the western side
Gonna be genocide, miles and miles are wired
I’m all clear the world is freer x2} --- syncopation
C. {A bird can fly alone, I breathe
a bird can have a home in me:
It hasn’t flown home; the world is borne
we built you from the ground
descending down are the pale blue showers
wipe away lines I traced
Happy smiles, fear the flood raining down
I scurry on back to my hole x2} --- fly like an arrow
A. {Weather Row, undertow drained of rain
wetlands pay in fibers pulled apart and splayed
Where is the estuary, o Weather Row?}
;;
Break
;;
B. {Weather row, to invoke the ending
the pendulum has stopped and the air’s suspended
Wide eyed gazing through the lens, I’m a telescope
Hey, it’s alright baby}
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6. |
~;interstitial;~
00:47
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7. |
untitled
04:20
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1. {Keepsakes last forever,
a rocking chair and a sweater
by a restless door that’ll swing between again
Prop a gate at the bend for Aisling}
(impatient on the one)
2. {A draft with a voice mixed in through the latch
what will keep one warm if the thread doesn’t catch?
On the floor by the altar, born of a liminal vein
to be worn like a shawl, unwoven strain} --- sweater catches fire
/;;/
Strings
/;;/
4. {There is comfort in isolation
while the climate inside grows impatient
carrying whispers of wind, passing shivers through the trees
it’s the only perfect melody}
5. {We find ourselves in silence
bathing in perfect stillness
a beckoning sight, there is beauty in saying goodbye
but I’ll keep myself to myself this time} --- Return
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8. |
~\:interstitial:/~
01:08
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9. |
~(entropy)~
01:24
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10. |
baker's day
05:56
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1. {A child was a girl one day --- strings sans band
passing flowers from hand to hand
{now the worship would change,
while the shrines stay the same}
and the median is overgrown
She was left alone today
in a hole having hidden away
there was no one to pray to anyway
we all wanted a Baker’s Day}
2. {Господи, воззвах к Тебе, услыши мя. / Услыши мя, Господи.
Господи, воззвах к Тебе, услыши мя: / вонми гласу моления моего, / внегда воззвати ми к Тебе. / Услыши мя, Господи.
Да исправится молитва моя, / яко кадило пред Тобою, / воздеяние руку моею / – жертва вечерняя. / Услыши мя, Господи.}
//
Break
//
4. {You left a window cracked
the wind came and blew me back
when I opened my eyes the storm did subside
but the weather hadn’t changed}
5. {There was a face that passed
a forgotten name etched in the glass
when the windows in this home all break
We will call it the Baker’s Day}
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11. |
this has been
04:15
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1. If the sails run wide, they are meant to leave Mars on
We’ll be back, Adeline, I’m terrified of changes
I don’t wanna know if it’s true,
but if they lines I drew are new…
Then the wound is the path to the seam
to behold the circumstance through a thin blue screen
in the sea pulling back for a share of the shore
2. When the ending frays, I’ll settle down for the ships to play
There’s a gaping hole in my certainty
we’ll go back maybe, if just to fill the spaces
I wanna go home, but it’s hard. The path was in the dark
Hiding out at the gate where the bend folds in
To pass would indeed be to flow, the seam is sown in
It’s heavy out there, anything can propagate
the space I left for the sound to find you
~~://{æ}\\:~~
Serpentine Adeline, borderline by design
Murmur by open mind, passing into the light
3. And so it’s all for me to gaze upon
yeah it’s all for you too, if you choose
Left with all this latent forming
now it’s all brand new
This has been...
~/;:+:;/~
At the behest
~/;:+:;/~
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12. |
closing wound
09:09
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Amōng Mexico City, Mexico
Antón
Ojeda
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