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The Serpent
03:38
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2. |
Thousands of Bees
05:19
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In a jar of alchemy
The sands of mind washed in from the sea
On a sinking boat
Navigating the tangled thread
In a snag at the edge of the bed
A well-worn plot
Written in an aching need
The book with the shining seed
Could not float
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway
It’s good of you to stay
I saw myself in shattered mirrors
Each an echo of the other’s features
But never the same
The pieces hung on to the wall
Held a while before they fall
From the game
But if they could resolve
To flow as they dissolve
My name
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway
It’s good of you to stay
I had a dream, beautiful
In a garden there grew
Shining trees
Fruit and vines in the night
The plants shone a strange light
From their leaves
I drew closer to the colored shapes
Illuminating the folds of my cape
And my sleeves
And of a sudden heard a sound
Buzzing soft all around
Without a breeze
Flying in the garden where
Flowers touched my hands and hair
Thousands of bees
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway
It’s good of you to stay
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3. |
Sial at Play
07:44
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Sial sings songs south of the river
— Sial the sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem
— Sial the mourner
There are no challengers here to his strange mystery
In the ages when his wild angels were wandering
South of the river to the cemetery calling
Out of the wild wilderness wandering
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling
Lately in mourning south of the river
— Sial the Angel
Sial the sage of the ages is calling
— He wanders no more
He watches and waits through the wind and the wild storm
All through the lands of the lilting lovers
The babies of angels their sons and their daughters
Following down through fields they wandered
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling
Sial sings songs south of the river
— Sial the sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem
— Sial the Mourner
He watches and waits through the wind
And the wild storm
Sial the sage of the ages is calling
— Sial the angel
Sial the sage, the mourner, the angel
— He wanders no more
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4. |
Julia Willow
04:32
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Julia Willow
Drooping fingers down, teasing the ground
Her gown swaying in moonlight and dew
Julia Willow
With ten thousand twigs of whispering sound
Falling her leaves
Lost to the breeze
Branches waving, a fluttering tree
Julia Willow
Loosened hair drifting over the air
Her gown playing in moonlight and dew
Julia Willow
Dressed in leaves of jade and midnight prayer
Falling her leaves
Lost to the breeze
Branches waving, a fluttering tree
Julia Willow
Wrapping arms within the voice of the winds
Her gown straying in moonlight and dew
Julia Willow
Dancing wild, green ribbons and limbs
Falling her leaves
Lost to the breeze
Branches waving, a fluttering tree
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In a cave beyond the light
In a cage of shadows
Questioning always what is right
And which path to follow
When a whisper calls my name
Things will never be the same
I stand to face the shadow
And hear the hollow cries
Feel the fear and wonder how
Long must they echo in the night
When a light from the crack
Of the cavern calls me back
And the angels singing choir
To all creatures great and small
Perched upon their hallowed spire
Sounding the wonder of it all
They pierce my breast and flood my mind
The Light Eternal leaves me blind
And struck dumb at the cross
Of space and time down on my knee
All is Love and all is Loss
In everything that is to be
I set a candle in the night
Keep safe the flickering light
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6. |
Field of Dream
09:13
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Tell me a story of what is to come
Tell me a story of what has been
Tell me how things come to an end
Tell me how things come to be
Gather ‘round then and listen well;
Come and hear the story
Of the Dancer, Her colours, the great bowl of tea
And the field, a field of dream
The Dancer, looking into her own eye,
Saw there was a circle
From her iris these colors she spied:
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple
Round and round, the colors spun out
In a widening tapestry
At the edges of which the colors merged
Into a great bowl of tea
The Dancer, swimming out into the tea,
Left the colors all in a muddle
Stepped out of the bowl, looked up at the stars
Dripping a grey-brown puddle
As the puddle dried, bright grasses to sprout
From this field grew all things
To leap to life, to whisper, to shout
In the field, a field of Dream
And so we too walked onto the field
Where all things sprout up and decay
Here we’ve lived, loved, laughed and cried
Time will come, we too here will lay
I remember her story like wisps of wind
Whispered through the reeds
As time wrapped around my bones
Like a stone by the stream
Ah — making kisses out of starlight, scattering them to the wind
Gathering windswept kisses into gumdrops,
Suck on the stones, spit them out again
I stood within a veil of tears
Crying for how things must be
I awoke renewed by the stars so near
And the rush of the blood pulsing through me
I saw it all as a fleeting game
She came, she left, again she came
Spun ‘round the seasons
A dancer of Joy and of pain
Ah — making kisses out of starlight, scattering them to the waves
Collecting waveworn kisses into sweetmeats
Savor the flavors of the day
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Did you see the dawn
After a thousand dreams?
Stories from a childhood haze
Riddled in a scene
Of eternity
Can you see, mingled with the sea, the Sun?
Pictures, leaves, memories
And the stones
Of an unknown home
Awake, awake, awake after the dark night rains
Of all the shapes and colors what then yet remains?
A song for the heart
A story for the mind
A Stone for the soul
Amid the tattered rags of work
And all that’s left undone
The searching and the seeing
Breath on breath, one after one
Under the sun
Did you wait, longing at the gate alone?
With flowers, words, promises
And the stones
Of an unknown home
Awake, awake, awake after the dark night rains
Of all the shapes and colors what then yet remains?
A song for the heart
A story for the mind
A Stone for the soul
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8. |
The Dove
04:58
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Les Disques du 7ème Ciel Brittany, France
Record label. Home to And Also The Trees, Birch Book, Catchers, Goodbye Ivan, Theo Hakola, In Gowan Ring, Lolito, Maud Lübeck and Alexandre Varlet.
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