1. |
Dissolve
04:42
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once you were nothingness
twice you were named
child of exile, and a woman
dressed in flames
born of salt, seared with wisdom
you can’t return here till you know
you’ve kissed them both
you, face to face with you
you, oh, I’ve tasted you...
oh, once you greet the ocean
with open palms,
once you plant your feet into the sand
and feel the pulse,
once you greet the darkness
with open arms
you will see light in everything
you will dissolve
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2. |
Marigolds
03:05
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I wish I could say
that I haven’t seen you like this before
with your half-lit cigarette
and your problems spread out
across my floor
the way to love you
is a mystery worth holding
and for just a moment, it’s golden...
until it turns to grey
and your laughter’s like a marigold
that blossoms in my palm
then wilts and withers and dies
if your beauty is mentioned at all
so I hold your naked stem
I hold my distance, I hold my tongue
and toss you like unanswered prayer
on the shitty trampled ground
and there you’ll grow
(Ah, where’d you go?)
“it’s nothing personal
it’s nothing that you did
I just get my signals crossed
and romanticize my friends
oh because it’s nothing personal
it’s nothing you’ve done wrong
I just can’t express myself
unless it’s in a song”
ah, I wish that we could be friends!
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3. |
Swallow Up the Earth
03:36
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I make ten grand a year
my cup is full, my friends are near
what more could one possibly desire?
I work the crowd, I work a job
I walk my dog, I talk to God
Yet I still wanna set myself on fire
so honey I’m flying
sixty miles an hour
down 75 at rush hour
for eight bucks an hour
(oh my god, oh my god)
You know, it got me thinking
is it just our destiny to
swallow up the earth
then fling ourselves into the void?
I hear the church bells ringing out
and I wonder, “could I take religious vows?
live a life of holy poverty…”
I’d be so simple, I’d be so free
from self-consuming tyranny
but it’s my paycheck
that’s got me on my knees
so honey I’m flying
sixty miles an hour
down 75 at rush hour
for eight bucks an hour
(oh my god, oh my god)
I got to feed the people
their appetite’s insatiable
they’ll swallow up the earth
then fling us all into the void!
all that I want
is to lay in the sun
and all that I need
is to play in the sea
but honey I’m flyin’…
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4. |
Over My Head
06:26
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love’s annihilation
the swirling, silent void
the ocean, the blinding light
the dark of your eyes
cradled in the warmth of your
irises flickering bright
some bell was struck somewhere
some scroll unfurled
something like
time itself reached through the seams
combing through cartilage,
tendon and bone
and tethering your darkness to me…
but it’s not you, is it babe?
it’s love like a chasm, singing
seraphim’s voice in the mist
and the only way to see their face
or know their name
is to greet their ember hands with a kiss
and it’s not just that, is it Bri?
it’s grief that’s been clinging like a
salt crystal crust to my skin
and the only way to wash it off
and be set free is to
immerse myself in it again…
I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head
I heard angels over my head
and now I’m in over my head
I'm in over my head...
(waves they pull me forward,
I’ve forgotten how to swim)
I'm in over my head...
(melodies are ringing but I’ve
lost the voice within)
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5. |
Half/Hidden
04:22
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(you are the sun/
you are the cloud that hides the sun)
lost and found
and now that you feel it
the sky will conceal it
claw in the ground
for fossil and sinew
animal in you
long way down
the chasm speaks
burned in your palms
a prism of color
I and Thou, other
voice in the calm
face in the water
flame for the fodder
long way down
the prism weeps
you hold my tears (inside a tabernacle)
no one comes near
(the wood is warped and fragile)
O scatter bones
in blues and mossy greens
find me...
play hide and seek
(amongst the fruit and briar)
magenta streaks
(your hands to cradle fire)
o scatter seed in hearts who long to sing
find me where the melodies ring
I’m alive, I’m alive
hidden in death
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6. |
Wisdom
06:26
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do not forsake your sister
in this hell of a boys club hustle
that attributes everything to itself
listen, listen to your sister
greedy hands, they will press in
without permission
in this hell of a white man’s conquest
that worships utility
grabbing for something inside you
they can never truly possess
your wisdom, your wisdom…
is a wild hoofed thing
is a song you sing for no one
it’s wordless as the mountains
weightless as the breeze
purified like an ember
pummeling as the sea..
it’s a wild hoofed thing
it’s a song you sing for no one
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7. |
Jophiel
01:42
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like a dreamer to a dream
like a sword into a sheath
I belong inside you
except to cut through
all that is untrue
only you are worthy
to hold me like a flame
up to your throat
and speak the angels into being
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8. |
On A Clear Day
02:04
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on a clear day
when my mind is sound
feet on the ground
movements soft and slow
when it's quiet
and the moon is low-hanging fruit
bending boughs, mmm
when the juices burst
between mammal teeth
when the grass is sweet,
and the ache is dampened
when the bones relax
into the path...
the stones appear
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9. |
Cloud of Nothingness
03:46
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all my wildest dreams
are coming true
but what’s that worth
if I ain’t got you...
come sit under my tree
wont you linger a while
just you and me?
come with empty hands
just feel the emptiness
to understand
O come, come be alone
you must face your loneliness
to truly come home
come home
this strange cloud of nothingness
holds my whole being
and the longer I linger
the lighter it seems
doors bursting open
but which will I choose?
I hope you…
all my wildest dreams
are coming true
but what’s that worth?
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10. |
Time
07:13
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awake in the dream
a thousand hands unseen
whose voice is in-between
the woman and the screen?
the cure for the pain
is hidden in the pain
the wisdom that you prize
is hidden from the wise
if time
is money,
and money
is power
and power
is control,
and control
is afraid
then true power
is an emptying,
forgetting
releasing,
unknowing,
unraveling
the end is the beginning
the end is the beginning
the end is the beginning
the end is the beginning
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Brianna Kelly Cincinnati, Ohio
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