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Moon bones
03:33
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When can you bare to show me your air?
I’ll wait like the sea to breathe in your hair
I’ll hunt like the wolf for
A common love of some sort
Mothers soft silver thumbs
Shaped my hips in the womb
Out of the moon my bones fold like clay
My flesh tight, dressing my mothers tomb
Hushed fields silent like lava
Pray to your sun stone father
For my body in dust and dirt and stars
So far away, these craters are numb
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Build yourself a forest
03:42
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Going to lands end
Ascending the rock and we pale in the mist of the horizon
Our bodies descend
Traipsing the old craggy fog in the garden
Moonlight disappears
Facing the end of the night and the blood glow
I re appear
Standing above the clouds where the heavens break through
Forging the rain
The rain bends and the seasons disappear
Many thing to attain
He pushes the rock from the stack and laughs as it clambers
Just like a tree
Lightning heads home and strikes in the coffee pot of wonder
Forget the sea
Leave home for the lakes and build yourself a forest
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Halloween
05:02
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With the confidence of now
And the kindness of then
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
With your hand in mine
Your whiskers in my throat
Reaching down my spine only to make yourself choke
Now I know I can see
What it is to be
Blowing off the leaves, living like we’re Halloween
Now I know I can see
What it is to be
Blowing off the leaves, living like we’re Halloween
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Control
04:42
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I’ve taken back control
From what controlled me before
That led me into jungles and priests
To forests and beasts
Into the concrete
Into the salamander eyes
Into the basin
Into the crater
Into the canyon
And the old boy caps
Into the safety
Of a world turned slack
I turned on a train
Was smothered like a child in the sun
I basked in my own glory
Unknown to all strangers
Into the unknown
Into the evensong
Into the blasted sky
Into the underground high
Into the overheard conversations
Headfirst into the blistering air
Into the mind of a child
With so much life left to bare
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Piano
02:28
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Instrumental
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Birth
03:12
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They are love
They are fate
They are orange in light
And orange in face
Woods in the sky
Leaves droop and there is nothing
He is dropped in his mind
In the depth of the ocean
The tastes the world has to offer us
Sun sings of new birth
Moon mourns each death
They know not where the love will lead us
My mess of a mind
Flooded with ghost and light
I traipse the bottom of the ocean
Holding the sun in my sights.
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Where will I go?
05:04
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Where will I go?
When the fire takes me home
When I’ve no longer a body
Where will I go?
When I look back
And you’re still not there
All I want is to hear your voice
But I forget, you’re still not there
A year has gone by
And I still haven’t seen your grave
The misty mornings
Means winter is well on its way
So many rocks unturned
So many leaves left in the grass
So many branches left on trees
This is all I ask
You had your peace
Flowers flame in December
Won’t you give us some back?
Lay your body down in the embers.
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Chapel
05:14
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When the birds twist in the snow I spot
A place in my mind
I have not been able to feel it yet
But it shall
Teeters on the cliff of my sight, the moon like a child
Out of reach
Rises and falls on a city street
Where does it go?
My yellow skin
Pale as the howling woods
There is a chapel somewhere
I can feel the ground burn
Where the moon falls everyday
The branches surround
I met a man who did the same
As if he were branding the earth.
I pass through these woods indifferently
Like an iron dove
I am one with nature, the cream light
Waters me
My mother awaits me up a tree
I must bathe in the nearest river
The water has the blinding fury
As if it wishes it were nothing
My yellow skin
Pale as the howling woods
There is a chapel somewhere
I can feel the ground burn
Where the moon falls everyday
The branches surround
I met a man who did the same
As if he were branding the earth.
My yellow skin
Pale as the howling woods
There is a chapel somewhere
I can feel the ground burn
Where the moon falls everyday
The branches surround
I met a man who did the same
As if he were branding the earth.
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ghost orange Nottingham, UK
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