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Children of the Village
04:13
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Adding oils to slow the drying time
Thoughts were voiceless
discordant mind
A boy was born here
This village unknown
where ground was made of glass
brittle as bone
frail body, wilted alone
forged visions, forsaken unshown
Stow away
illusions of home
Drew his darks down
mixing tones into the ground
told her story
in colors and sound
A boy was born here
with a girl he had grown
where ground is made of glass and stone
A boy was born here
Maybe she'd known
Stow away
The paintings you blurred
Stow away
memories of her
Stow Away
Away
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Raven's Eye
03:32
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My head weighted to the ground
Unfulfilling, most unsound
The bed where we planned to flee
Restless children adrift to sea
Some hope to the south is led
Understated, undermined
Our heads to the windmills tilt
Undeserving and unrefined
Soft doubt in the raven's eye
We hadn't planned to last a day
Sentiment would not block our way
Our hands had written all we hoped
On pages of past stuck within my throat
Up there in those fields of light
Represented so sublime
Our heads thought of only flight
Comfortable days, a few passionate nights
Soft doubt in the raven's eye
Up there in those fields of light
Represented so sublime
We slipped through the night bird's call
Simply leaping for the thrill of the fall
But our heads thought of only flight
Soft doubt in the raven's eye
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Tel Aviv
03:07
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I'll move through the desert
Sleep on the streets
And carry the smell of death with me
Picking out the worms that burrow in my feet
I'll cut off my own hand for money I won't spend
Sell it to an Abyssinian
How long have I been here?
How long till I leave?
Tel Aviv
As dry a place as I've been
Tel Aviv
Because she was so cold
I'll surely die here grey and old
Siphon out my own blood
Like venom from a wound
Fill the veins with smoke as if balloons
Languidly drifting towards the moon
Where we will drink in excess
Silence won't be feared
Look down at the world and laugh
I will not write poetry
I will not fall in love
Tel Aviv
As dry a place as I've been
Tel Aviv
Because she was so cold
I'll surely die here grey and old
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4. |
Hymn to Still Waters
04:53
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When I am alone, unrequited
at the edge of the fall
When I howl my thoughts, indecisive
at the wall and the stone
When I am tired, yet I am quite awake
Understand me this:
that you are the island, you are where time abates
I sailed off into the storm
you are the way
back home
When I turn aside, lashing night
all the world seeming slight
Mirages unwaning, yet feel memories taming eye
feeling time
kissing your knees, I clung to the reefs in the cave
undertow and wave
You are the sail, you are the tale
I keep alive
Kicking the starlight, keeping to flight
You are the perfume
that draws me off and breaks me soft
I could not stay if my cold wouldn't starve
Let it know
Let it go
Let it go
Let it know
Let it go
go away
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