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hand in mine
03:34
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Again, brave the walk back to you
along that country road
I plead those birds not to descend on me
You say I'm mad
Scratches cluster on my skin, from talons not hands
but you cut my nails, took my knife,
every time I brave that path, running for my life
Oh you came with me, I took your hand in mine
Birds, crashed from the skies, tore out our eyes
but it was you who burned mine
Sparrowhawk some days, ravens claw the faces
around my bed, "what's to be done with this sick girl?"
Raven attack, digging into my back
cry out but no one believes me
Oh you came with me, I took your hand in mine
Birds, crashed from the skies, tore out our eyes
but it was you who burned mine
(Phil Elverum)
I think it's really important that things can be identified as handmade
or, not handmade but, made by a person, coming from a person
or through a person or whatever
and the whole idea of cleaning things up and trying to get it perfect seems just like,
idk
not that real, not that,
its like trying to alter reality to suit you
but not really ever being able to do that good a job, or a perfect job
because it's impossible
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a fox named Arthur Cedar
02:41
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There was a fox I knew his name, his name was Arthur Cedar,
He'd slink around the streets at nights the food bins were his feeders,
Empty roads, patrolling with his streetlamp twin his shadow,
Starry nights invite the lonely fox out of his burrow
This fox he played the drums, two chicken bones his beaters,
Bass drum dream, his shells made out of maple, oak,
and Cedar struck the snare a thunderclap, his big black cloud drew nearer
In the dark cried out his lover's name but could not hear her
So the air will leave your chest,
Left standing still
Desolate the middle of the road,
A red bushy tail goes,
Scampers round the corner
Cymbals crashing down on
You the only friend of, our little fox here Arthur Cedar
So alone I watched, oh Arthur he succumbed to
Swallowed by the storm, feet gave up nowhere to run to
Now my fox is dead, he joins his love in thunderhead,
Whether with her weather's better,
Wondering out loud I said,
So I'll play the drums, for my friend Arthur
Rumble in the sky, bury bass drum beaters in the batter head
you hear the cries, of sons and daughter foxes,
In the half light of the night streets ,
Through the winters and spring blossoms
So the air will leave your chest,
Left standing still
Desolate the middle of the road,
A red bushy tail goes,
Scampers round the corner
Cymbals crashing down on
You the only friend of, our little fox here Arthur Cedar
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I got cold, I condensed
Fell from the misty site of my death
Became the dew, time washed me down
Over river bed stones, like eggs from when the earth was young
Born from the moisture I spent, in the last breaths
before to the clouds I went
My red tail gone, I'm water now
Floating down to a frozen winter loch where you found me
So I'm thawing out in the fire you made,
from driftwood, found around, heats the ice above me
Refracted, a warm face, saw your gaze,
from under, the frozen water pull me gently
(repeat)
Pulled me stagnant, out to your chest
Breath you drew in, to your earthling face,
Im water
Im foggy days
Now I rise, not as mist but flames
from your fireplace
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maybe they are the same thing,
love, and attention
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cave shadows
00:26
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Into the cave light cascades from the east
Little fists grab their paints and resins,
and carefully trace the shadows
around their feet
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exothermic love
03:09
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We walked up to the mountain
dressed in air it looked quite blue
beneath the cloudless sky you felt your size
I held you tight
In the dark the world around us grew
Oh the stars made us small, barely there at all
Wondered what's the point of singing songs that need not be
Each sun unique
Into their heat you slowly crawled
I knew a cold person
Exothermic love
But I've got heat to spare, keep equilibrium
Whatever warmth you have's enough
And in the night all the lights, don't care much for your name
Just echo all the songs the world will write again, again,
So walk and breathe
Stare at the sky your warmth will bleed
A candle burning, snow forming in a cloud
release all your warmth to what surrounds
But I don't want you to combust, to rust
in the rain
I knew a cold person
Exothermic love
But I've got heat to spare, keep equilibrium
Whatever warmth you have's enough
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