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Barrow
04:15
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At some lost point high on the smooth open plain
The sky and the soil are joined for a time and then forgotten again
In centuries untold, the legions of old
Chased ghosts of armies into the depths of the steppe
With fish for wings the mask of antlers brings the horse the swiftness of the stag
Where goes the crow? Only the crow will know
On glittering saddles and with mirrors in hand
They build up a barrow from the belly of the land
Raised earth packed in ice
Stands guard till the dead will rise
Whoso dares disturb this sleep
Leave this place dark, leave this place deep
Lost in rest beneath the cairn
Lies dreaming the nomad king
Roll, roll wagon roll over the lands of the dead
Roll, roll wagon roll, the funeral procession is led
The Scythian horde lets loose its lost lord
Like dragon lies dead on his hoard
The one who once wandered on now wanders on the way beyond
Open the barrow, trespass the land
In steals the light with greedy grasping hands
To loot the last lost trace of what the wind could not erase
Hidden out of time in the belly of the land
The pasture shall pass
Graves grow back into grass
A heart of boulders packed in ice
When sunlight enters the dead will rise
On the steppe, the sleepless steppe
The war machine rides out tonight
Cries to the west, “Let us rest! Let us rest!
To mess with our tombs is to pick an ugly fight.”
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Thrasymachus
03:37
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Well it's such a lovely day and I must be on my way
Fell asleep all alone, when you dream you're never on your own
And here steps up a man and he says he's got a plan
If we all do what we ought, we can defend our way of thought
We'll never want for hunger now
And we’ll all feel a bit younger now
We could make our city swell, but it never goes as planned
They’re no angels that fell, they’re just some chimps that learned to stand
So once more into the breach, the leviathan’s on the beach
Though it’s always out of reach for each, we built our city out of speech
Never get the better of the strong
In the battle for what's right and wrong
They always ask to take one for the team
Our perfect scheme is but a madman's dream
Let's reseed the human race in a high and lonely place
No silver wire, no hrududu, a nice respite from the human zoo
And to be sure we left our trace, we'll shoot a rocket into space
For the joy of the skies above, we taught all our machines to love
The angels sing the final chorus
The upper ring of a Stanford Torus
Standing by just in case
We're raptured up into outer space
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4. |
Down The Line
02:40
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I’m going to lay down on the line
Where the ley lines lay down
Going to lay the ley line down
Laid down on the ground
A ball of gently focused light
Gathers in a rounded kind of way
Where the fall of every spoken slight
Runs to the edge of the day
When it’s clear and out of mind
I’ll go out and clear my mind
And it’s clear I must be kind
The clear mind clear out time
There's a cloud out and it wants to storm
But we can surely hedge our bets
To stand up to a monstrous form
Is to court an early death
But we're not headed there just yet
And we can surely keep our heads
Till nothing else is left
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Captain, o Captain
I’m in a race against the hacks
But I’m lagging behind
I cannot keep pace so I’ll cover my tracks
As the birds set sail for the morning sun
On the wing
The hills sing a song in signal and snow
Of world affairs and the falconer’s son
The courtiers are gone on the long letting go
They take to the air and they go on the run
And the boy they left behind to guard the birds
Has scanned the sky so long it hardly hurts
When the falcons come to take his words
Ninety thousand miles high
That’s how high the Great Birds fly
They soar and they soar but they don’t know why
Ninety thousand miles high
Big wings need big winds
It burns and it burns
It burns and it burns til it burns off the pain
It burns and it burns
It burns and it burns til just the burning remains
Make it rain, make it rain
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I found my town where the cattle graze
By the levels, we’ve been here for days
The leopards face each other in pairs
Neither time nor sun can break their stares
When the past comes up for air
Build your home on the bones of the dead
Tusks of boar will guard the door
While I’m under the floor
Dreaming I’ve been here before
Dreams of breath, dreams of violence
Dreams of death, dreams of silence
Settling down, settle in town
Settle for less with walls all around
The leopards face each other in pairs
When we tread upon their bones
The dead intrude on daily life
So we replaster the skull with care
Laid back in the grave down there
Interred in layers beneath the floor
Remembering what happened here before
Lives concealed return revealed
When the blades are unsealed
So cast protection spells
I shore up this mound
Against being forgotten
The dead on which it is found
Lie buried and rotten
I’ve grown so attached to this place
This town found where the cattle graze
Now they dismantle the walls with care
Buildings filled-in, reliefs retrieved
And reassembled elsewhere
Up there where I hear there’s fresh air
The leopards face each other in pairs
Underground we set down a history
When it’s found how it sound’s a mystery
Keep it down, keep it hidden
We all end up in the midden
A necessary movement to another world
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The days curl up like smoke
On the way to going home
The world waits to be woke
With the other bubbles in the foam
The circles swirl and orbs absorb the storm
Until the final fulfilled form
All the shells lodged on the cliff
Take all the waves have to give
When there’s shadows at large
And the next cairn’s too far
And wind drives on hard
And the river runs deep
And the riverman’s asleep
All the bliss that’s missed exists
Little ripples in the mist
On the way back home
Pretty bubbles in the foam
In gathers the dark
And other shadows at large
Take root n the heart
And they turn into stars
Set down in charts
Fiery marks offset the dark
Far-off sparks with broken hearts
There’s a wire, a silver wire
That draws the flame from the fire
And it’s wound all around the ground
And it never makes a sound
Split the silence with a start
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8. |
Keep Kine And Move On
03:32
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Looking for a ticket out
Circling voice repeats in rounds tonight
Head dress down, I mean, disco down
Ear spitting snatches peace
With this cope no strategy
The hammering comes from within
Carpentry at all hours
The walls are worried, the walls are worried
“Why?” chirps the phone
“Why don’t you talk about yourself some more?”
No stop no fence
The plow is coming, the plow is coming
It’s on its way
It will find me
It shall know my hiding place
Here she comes, and she’s smelling fear
O! Always with the worry
There’s no stress but which we find ourselves
Constant thought aloud going round and round
The walls are worried (always with the worry)
Cabin fever discourse cramp
Run run run, get out while you still can
You fool, you fool, you threw it all away
Against the falling wall the hammer takes its toll
Clatters take the quiet
Keep kine and move on
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9. |
Cipriani
03:54
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It's the little things
While we wait with wasted wings
A seabird sings
Of what the west wind brings
And that a hard rain's gonna come
And the part that knows I'm going wrong
Says I don't belong
Not since she's been gone
And all the things I should have said and done
It gets a little rough some times
Gets a little better every day
It didn't go as planned but that's just fine
Sing a song to ease a troubled mind
And that just may keep the blues at bay
And still I think of her
I can't put things back the way they were
No love is pure
In a world that hurts
And we all want someone to hold on to
While the world around us falls apart
And leaves the heavens with a broken heart
So let's hold on just a little more
Till the stones that we once held in awe
Return to stones just being stones
You fade away; I'm left alone
When the dawn comes to take your dream
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It was such a lovely day
I was thinking of you
And how plans laid just fade away
You thought I’d leave you and you cried
I whispered to you
“I’m still here,” but then I lied
Hey, how was your day?
I was putting the photographs away when you rang in
And you might've heard me say
“I’ve been sitting here alone waiting for you to come on home”
It’s time to settle up now
It’s time to start all over again
Crumpled petals on the floor
I must be more careful
Sure could use a little quiet
And in a calm between the fires
You would be my love you said
Smiling, tucked away in bed
Thinking of the days that we’d’ve had
Now we’ll grow cold not old and fat
It fades to embers in the ash
A love we laid to rest, I guess that we both left
Could’ve maybe stuck it out if you only didn’t type so loud
But if you left with some new guy, well, at least I didn’t make you cry
I tried so hard not to break your heart
That I paid no mind when you broke mine
And I don’t know just who first let go
When we fell apart and broke our hearts in two
(And now I miss you)
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11. |
Notes From Chuang Tzu
02:41
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"O! I have been around so long"
Said the Outline to the Shadow
"You get behind me while I wander where I will
Cast iron in the meadow"
And I will lay me down
In the lap of the leaves in the shade of the trees
The crooked tree, the useless tree
Who never lacks the axe attacks
For what it hasn't got
I once forgot a golden thought
Ah, we just didn't dance enough
Let us tend to order now here upon our house
O! but such a fool as I
Beheld a shapeless well and in we fell
You can never tell
Hey man, did you hear that voice?
Who was here for the emptiness
Who was here before the emptiness
That's why they made the world's first ghost
And the this and the that
Standing back to back
Between the trace and the map
The hollow hole holds its lack
And by the wheel and the whir
And the amplifier's purr
We will feel no more hurt
It'll be just as it were
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OMNIMIC Merrickville Wolford, Ontario
Home recordings made under various names going back to the late 90s. Indie electronica and ramshackle psychedelia with a slightly literary bent.
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