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Aery Thin (solo demo)
06:24
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Dull rice,
Dull stairs,
Dull pillow.
Get up.
Walking around Bethnal Green again
In the rain.
Three streetlight shadows.
Roman Road.
Past Victoria Park
Where just before dark I had cut myself
On Für Alina.
I move some boxes off my bed.
There’s a letter beneath that I haven’t read,
It says “Dear David…”
And from a clear ocean
I was taken up
To a tremoring crest
So high above
Where I wait for the break and the deathly fall
But the break don’t come
There is no shore.
The wave rolls on.
Two years later
Life’s not so tough.
The sound of the key in the door means love
On both sides now.
But the water, it’s been ebbing away.
The waves they don’t come by so much these days
And I miss them.
I miss the magnificent views,
The gold haze caught in the air by the bruised
Sun going down.
So I say to the ocean
Oh take me up
To that tremoring crest
So high above
Where I know there’s no break and no deathly fall
Now I see it come
But I can’t catch it.
The wave rolls on.
I beat the gold
So aery thin
But I want it back
I would lose you again
Before I would lose
The sense that you’ve gone
In sentiment
And aery song
Oh you had to go
To show me how
To ride this wave
Oh I see it now
But I beat the gold
So aery thin
I want it back
I would lose you again
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2. |
Cave of the Blue Dragon
04:13
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I would like to be outside
Or at least near a window so I could see the sky
With the people I love
We listen to the wind when the words are too rough
I would like it to be daybreak
Near to the sea, or near to the trees
To be taken by time
Taking my time to get wherever I’ll be
There could be nothing to tell
No ocean swell, no lines in the sky
Weather of any kind
Cheerful is the sight of the ready mind
Oh the cave… of the Blue Dragon
I don’t want to be up high
I don’t want to fall, I don’t want to be seen
I don’t want to be laughed at
I don’t want to be caught speaking aggressively
I’m terrified of terror
Especially my terror taken humorously
I don’t to stumble
To trip or to tumble into dark irony
Oh the cave… of the Blue Dragon
What I wish for the end
Is also the beginning of the life I intend…
So throw the curtains open wide
These words reveal a meaning that was never inside
Oh the cave… of the Blue Dragon
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Candle flame flickering
Thunder rolls
Thunder flickering
Candle flame thunders and so
When I sing to you
Could you sing through me too?
Let the rain touch me
Let tears fall
The tears on this page
Are tearing a space through which all
The voices I’ve heard
Like timely rain, pour.
Oh bell, bell you have said it so well:
When I speak for others, do I silence them as well?
And if, if I can remember this,
Then the me that speaks, and the place I tell might kiss, silently.
Paving stone shimmering
Sacred world
Concrete crust crushing
The lives that otherwise would unfurl.
Oh sun-trapped sun!
How patient the light.
I hear the jaybird
That colourful crow
With her monochrome bark
To the birch tree my longing does go.
Oh how fickle I am!
Oh magpie, I will learn to love you.
Oh why, why have I been so afraid
To be genuine? What was it that made, made me believe
That there could be anything wrong
With an open heart, or an open hearted song? Singing me …
Oh bell…
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4. |
Cinders (solo demo)
05:47
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This evening the mist has returned.
The dawn of November burned
The morning mist away
Mist frames the day.
Or did the earth just rise
Into the skies
At the end of the Hallowed Day?
Hallo day.
Cinders lead the way
To the presence of an absent way.
To the path that the fire took,
To the burning haunting every book.
Tomorrow the day of souls,
Cold mist and coals.
I draw myself around
The ashes I found.
And yet I should touch these strings
Like those of the heart.
We could touch them here,
Right here.
Cinders lead the way
To the absence that I just cannot say.
To the path that the fire took,
To the burning haunting every book.
When days of such harmony sing
What strikes the strings?
A shudder through shoulders and tears,
The feeling of fears.
And feelings how they rise
Like mist to the skies.
But oh would the breathe again,
I missed your goodbye.
Cinders lead the way …
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5. |
Laniakea
07:13
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6. |
Kukkuripa (solo demo)
05:30
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I cleaned out the cast iron cooking pot and then
I placed it upon the hob I had turned on.
The dishwater sizzled, it danced and it fizzled.
The puddle did shrink, and I could not help but think
Of the thoughts that I have when I think I’m not thinking.
It’s shrinking, but oh, it never seems to go.
And then I woke up and the puddle had vanished.
I picked up the pan and I burned my poor poor poor.
And I’m making a meal.
I’m making a meal.
With what I have right here.
I’m making a meal.
You told me the story of when you had driven
Your teacher to town for an operation.
They put him under, and when he came out
He was talking to you in the way high teachers do.
He asked if you would partake of a meal in a restaurant before
You returned to your mountain home once more.
And you said you’d eat what was put on the table,
And he turned to you, and he said now that’s a good,
That’s a good,
That’s a good,
Bodhisattva now!
That’s a good.
I see Kukkuripa in the pixels you show,
And I see your heart.
You drive through the snow,
Careful yet bold.
In our container we rocket along.
Whatever you sing
Is a nourishing song.
Kukkuripa loved his dog and he sang.
That’s a good …
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7. |
Hills of Galloway
04:01
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I found a way out, out of the cold
I found a body where the stories don’t go
I came back as a story, that’s just how it goes
But now I know the path from my head to my toes
Deep in my trunk is there someone that knows
What the elephant feels when she visits the bones
The bones of the others who died long ago
I reckon the roots of a story there grow
We saw the hills of Galloway
To my companion I did say
The snowy peaks and spring clouds merge
And in this thought did our hearts converge?
Just like a horse he is turning away
They try to catch his aye, they cannot see his neigh
With his Portuguese guittara and his foot stamping ‘hey!’
Stir-up my heart, we gallop away
The beeches are creaking, the blackbirds chase spring
The treecreeper visits the quiet of wing
And sometimes I am sitting and I just cannot tell
The ring I swam through from the bluest of bells
We saw the hills of Galloway
To my companion I did say
The snowy peaks and spring clouds merge
And in this heart did our thoughts converge?
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Is there something joining my wandering mind
With the birch tree swaying through the open blind?
Is there a connection or a chasm wide?
Are there treasures that my thoughts of the birch tree hide?
So I think about the way the birch roots roam
Near the old railroad through the banks of loam.
When the tall trees sway from side to side,
The damp earth stretches and the heavens sigh;
As do I now.
I’m gaining confidence in the view now:
The goodness of myself and others.
The urge to connect and society! How?
Cause I’ve seen the sky and also the weather.
On the river Camel, when I was young,
There was a water ladder for the salmon to run
Next to the long slow sloping weir,
Where the rubber duck race started every year.
I used to dam the streams with pebbles and stones.
And now I dam myself with cinders and bones.
I feel the river building up inside.
In the muddy puddle I thought I could hide.
But it has gone clear now.
I’m growing confident in the view now:
The goodness of myself and others.
The urge to connect and society! How?
Cause I’ve seen the sky and also the weather.
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