1. |
until I rise
04:38
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tonight all seasons left the world
I turned towards the foreign sea
when woodland thinned when woodland rested
I tossed a coin my mending hands
tonight all seasons left the world
my naked belly on the shore
took off my shoes my white bare feet
I turned my soles towards the sky
tonight all seasons left the world
I'll be a keeper by tomorrow
God's mills grind slowly turn the tides
God's mills turn until I rise
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2. |
lavender
03:48
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she sat at the roadside
a barefooted woman
knees on the ground
and her heels turned to the sky
she took my young hand
her own hand was rough
she said come I'll show you
my blossoms and my sprouts
and lavender above her bed
and her hands smelled like soil and leaves
lavender above her bed
would comfort you
I followed her humming
she grew herbs and flowers
beside the old fruit tree
she picked me a pear
juice ran down my chin
the sweet caressed my lips
she said come I'll show you
rosemary and thyme
and lavender above her bed
and her hands smelled like soil and leaves
lavender above her bed
would comfort you
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3. |
to the foxes
03:29
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this morning
we buried our shoes
and let grass grow on their laces
this morning
we washed our backs
and the current rinsed away our grime
this morning
we put our names in our pockets
left our fame in the woods
this morning
painted our passports blue
we fed our wallets to the foxes
this morning
we promised to stay
this morning
we built an arbour on the glade
planted lilac on our bed
this morning
dew touched our calves
and we forgot our numbered days
this morning
we promised to stay
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4. |
our leavings
02:25
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I folded my hands I formed you a shell
my interlaced fingers would comfort your ear
your tongue was an isle a shore in my palm
I folded my hands above sewers and drains
let's retrace the cliff line leave our leavings to the gulls
let us stray in the dunes and circle kites salt on our skin
and we would be migrant birds following fields
if you took me to the foreign shore
please take me to the foreign shore
we turned our backs to the potholed roads
a cuckoo's land was the isle in your mouth
I got you white crests you gave me the tides
we piled up the dams until midsummer's night
let's retrace the cliff line leave our leavings to the gulls
let us stray in the dunes and circle kites salt on our skin
and we would be migrant birds following fields
if you took me to the foreign shore
please take me to the foreign shore
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5. |
interlude I
01:11
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6. |
season's child
04:14
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her father was a sower in spring
spread barley with a wink of his wrist
walked on loose ground until noon
her father was a sower in fall
spread rye beneath frozen land
it would outlive the winter until the thaw
her father was a reaper in summer
cut cornstalks turned plenty to void
bundeled the straw until noon
her father was a keeper in winter
his knees beside ashes and glow
watched icicles grow until thaw
a seasons' child
a seasons' child he was
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7. |
for the cradle
03:20
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we would be seasons' children
guide our calves
to the meadow over mines
frozen land in your purse
you would wear your pearly sunday dress
we would give away our maps
to strangers our shame
you would be a juggling swinger
bind my tie around your waist
you would sift the evening's flour 'til dawn
we would rake our lines in gravel
spread our blinds
tree bark gathered for the cradle
a cocoon in your white fur
you walked on seed and sower's ground
we would thread our coins on tendrils
a ring in the weeds
and my knees would be your shelter
and lavender in my palm
and lavender in my palm
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8. |
white hands
01:51
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behind the fence there grew a tree
one cherry for each kiss
with gravel in our pockets we would pave
behind the fences grazed the droves
'til eve and fog we'd wait
one sheep from every shepherd
and we stood beside our arbour
our pockets inside out
and we stood beside each other
with white and empty hands
behind the fence there was a house
one coin for every day
I got a dress for you you took a tie
we brushed each other's hair
gathered lilies for the feast
we kissed each other clean
and we stood beside our arbour
our pockets inside out
and we stood beside each other
with white and empty hands
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9. |
interlude II
01:26
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10. |
scree in her may
03:23
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a crease on the edge
I folded the paper
white figures in fir trees
thin bark and plain space
in the wind I believed
make me a sail she said
I folded her tales
an acre of land
what to provide
rivers and tides
worn away trails
she cut her hair
let us grow old she said
she aged with the trees
I buried my doubt
the craws brought it back
my stolen wealth
she promised to stay
she asked me for patience
my words fell apart in my mouth
amen I said
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11. |
the reaper
03:00
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we left our arbour its windows smelt musty
the lilac turned pale the bushes were bald
the glade became hazy narrowed its vastness
the fir trees bent forward reached for our napes
we hid in the fields our names went to hunt us
with ponderous motions we did hear them pace
out out brief candle we turned off the lights
we closed our eyes we closed our eyes
don't feed the foxes the barleycorn told us
our shoestrings crept slowly they followed our tracks
our passports turned ruddy they wrote our ages
and sizes on flags flown above town
when the hunchbacked reaper is on his way
when the hunchbacked reaper is on his way
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12. |
our gentle beast
02:57
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I counted your breaths
I counted your strands
I gave you something to lose
and your wrinkles were my map
to the foreign shore of grain
you gave me something to hide
you asked for your father
in your bark-old dress
we got the back alley doctors
I traded my coat
for a booked up care
we borrowed boon and bane
and the reaper bundled hay
until eve he followed fields
soil in your lungs
and we prayed for the unborn
for the cradle and the straw
acid land our gentle beast
and I touched your lap
with my fingers and my faith
my fingers formed a conch
and you touched my face
said all migrant birds take flight
in our restless nights
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13. |
until we rise
02:44
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tonight all seasons left the world
we turned towards the foreign sea
when woodland thinned when woodland rested
we tossed a coin our mended hands
lavender above your bed
I blanketed your back
lavender above your bed
may comfort you
tonight all seasons left the world
our naked bellies on the shore
take off your shoes your white bare feet
our soules towards the sky
lavender above your bed
I blanketed your back
lavender above your bed
may comfort you
tonight all seasons left the world
we will be keepers by tomorrow
God's mills grind slowly turn the tides
God's mills turn until we rise
lavender above your bed
I blanketed your back
lavender above your bed
may comfort you
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