1. |
The Tower
04:23
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holding a candle against the night
caught up in brambles, i crawl to you.
the moon cracks, and sorrow spreads its wretched blight
the tower is falling.
i call to you.
holding--
falling--
holding--
we said the words that set the tower falling.
all language is the dreaming of the body.
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2. |
Birches
02:22
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o, take me back
to the sighing grove
where the eyes of birches watch
who passes on the narrow road
o, how the autumn's chill
sighs beneath the summer air
when the fog falls on the hill
i will meet you there--
i will let you in.
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3. |
111
03:36
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i know i know you
from the other place
and i when i pass through this world
i know i pass through all your traces
one more time with you--
one more time--
you are the woods where i hide my face--
secret and holy and dark-burning place
the words burn away, but i know your name.
the world falls away, but your hands are the same.
one more time with you--
one more time--
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4. |
Ashes
05:30
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on the first day i said her name
flowers fell from her body
flowers fell from my body
and there was no shame
and the joy burned like pain
we were running like rabbits
through a sacred wood
toward a sacrifice
that had no name
light was falling in a sacred wood
shadows following and i knew we would be swallowed
light was falling in a sacred wood
shadows following and i knew we would be swallowed
(be rabbits running in the shadows)
and there was no shame
and the joy burned like pain
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5. |
Came to Me
02:41
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the morning's come, the night has fled
the black snake circles in the grass
o weep no more, the dream is dead
she leaves her skin and sheds the past
i take her skin and wrap it round my hands
as i lay in my bed--
the hissing grass repeats the sound--
o, do not weep, the dream is dead
o, do not weep, the dream is dead
o, do not weep, the dream is dead
o, do not weep, the dream is dead
the morning's come, the dream is dead
like morning dew, it all dissolves:
old gods and dreams and prophesies
and all that's real is in my hands
and came to me, and came to me.
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6. |
Wind Spell (Returning)
03:47
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in the spring, when aching winds are blowing, blowing
the eye of heaven shall open to me
open, open
and all i've lost will come back to me
returning, rejoicing--
ancient chains of suffering are broken, broken
in winter's light, the mirror breaks open, open
the shining shards reflect your names
over and over
and all you've lost will come back to thee
returning, rejoicing--
your spirits linger close to me--the road is open--
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7. |
Shining
01:26
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a cloud passed across a hand over water,
carrying poison and light in equal measure.
shining and shining, shining and shining.
i will make my life an offering to this.
a hand cupping water, carrying poison and light.
shining and shining, carrying poison and light.
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8. |
In Day's Meadow
02:07
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n.d.k.g.: vocals, guitar
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9. |
Ashes pt. 2
03:22
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the sweet honey light as we lay on the floor
and the stars in night's meadow where we don't live anymore
you told me i was a mountain that you could always see
and i wanted to clear the smoke away so you could always breathe
we sat in the dry forest in sad harmony
and i saw you fall spinning
and spinning away from me
but what use is it now to think of the past?
the lightwater valley was just rain in the grass
oh, take me back to when i believed
that somewhere there are arms that can hold me
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