1. |
Omniscience
04:13
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post-human trickster must bring the light
before his family eyes,
covered up with sleeplessness,
out before the song sung aloud to the priestess
in certainty calls
but still I know nothing at all.
hear the calmer voice below
the morning from the night
through the haunting birch trees
justice sinking with the sight
of an owl perched, melting from the call
and still I know nothing at all.
but you know
oh brother hear the calmer voice
out the tremor cross the world in her raven skin
touch the painted Blackfoot hymns
and take your sin into a song
what will find wrong to be nothing at all
there is one thing I know;
I've been here. I have walked this road.
I don't know where;
and I don't remember when;
but it must have been here;
and I guess it was then.
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2. |
Hallelujah of the River
06:22
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the shape-shifter comes out of the alley
as a snake and takes my cigarette.
and he knows my name, set the same as ghosts
in his mind.
and as we speak up walks our brother,
the hummingbird who swallows my water
to quench his incestuous words.
and my lover was my sister, until I left her at the river
where he found her and he kissed her
and organized the question.
and they sing
hallelujah
got my body burnt up
to a crisp with this crucifix
hallelujah
in the morning I will wake
to the rushing of the river
and they all play with the joker
who sings about his mother
and his dreams seem the shifting
and the lifting of the lover
so I set out far above her,
spin a web,
and her Romani blood is the substance of the river
and it acts as the center
and believing is seeing so we step to the beat
and we all begin to screech
chorus
and oh my mother said do not go
oh my mother said must not go
to the river
for there be reptiles and rodents
and broken bottled omens
they'll fork your tongue, my son,
at the river.
and oh my mother said
chorus
babble
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3. |
Osiris
02:38
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I am Osiris
yes I am Osiris,
heavy on your eyelids
I am Osiris.
come my sister Isis
I am Osiris
heaven in your eyelids
yes come my sister Isis,
this river leaves me lifeless
come to your Osiris.
in this river they have buried me
in leaven of the pharisees,
Blind faith it has buried me, oh.
so come my sister Isis,
risen bread of the righteous
I am Osiris, oh.
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4. |
Calmly Does The Bird
09:06
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All that feasts upon the world
come and save my soul.
Here I seek to own;
strike me down;
come and save my soul -
the devil's own.
Learn about the storms,
yet they still come:
he's a tricky one.
But do not fear the crow;
stand below;
understand the sun:
the devil's on
the dark side of the sun.
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Calmly does the bird devour.
Devil make me feast so sweetly.
I know it's all right
to make off in the night
with just a shadow to keep us along.
Taste here, this flesh is not fear
but the knowledge of a severed song.
Sweetly does the siren sing.
Lord make me sing so calmly.
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Night finds us waking, shaking the pull
of a half lit moon.
Sink to the river, shiver
the priestess howls soon.
Night finds us shaking in the wake of the tide
inside this womb.
Sink to fresh water, the sycophant daughter,
bride to bloom.
This child of the witches, circling through
the cigarette fire.
With bruises and blisters calls to her sisters
the moaning choir.
And I am the raven watching, waiting for truth.
The metaphors melting the words,
the milk, the womb.
Calmly....
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5. |
Spring Gospel
03:13
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birdies on birdy wings
telling me something about birdy things.
I won't leaf on lifted wing.
the autumn will not see me falling again.
and in the snow I know
my heart will be sown,
forget all the icy whirlpools
I have stoned.
and here, in this morning,
the springtime does sing.
and the winds with seed do blow.
and the fields are fallowed.
so listen to me
as I let out a wooo
let the fruits come
let the seedlings grow.
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6. |
Thistle Seed
03:53
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cover me in thistle seed
where my own bones will find their ease.
lover read yourself through me
press your tongue to my teeth.
and I will feel your words,
where he made them to molasses,
choked them with his tempest,
I will peel your cover.
come for me you little dream;
let us not waste our sense of taste.
let this breath tickle our chest,
our body rests.
and come to know the breadth of its bones.
and here inside this flesh
your potent words will grow in tangles
and fill up every angle of my body's cover.
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7. |
is is not is made
03:45
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