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...ॐ...
00:25
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...ॐ...
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2. |
Axis Mundi
03:25
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Not such the smooth operator are we now?
Somebody got away with your ego.
Not such the smooth operator,
I'm surely to find out.
Take the flight path of the eagle.
An Axis Mundi is what I am.
Indivisible aeons span.
I be putting it so,
I've been wanting to somuch so that I think I should.
And in putting it no other way,
I say like the angels say.
Knotted roots,
Muddied boots.
Catkins.
A fine silver thread.
Not such the smooth operator are we now,
Somebody done away with the ego, huh?
Not such the smooth operator,
You tell me to play nice.
Take the slight path of the weevil.
An Axis Mundi is what I am.
Indivisible aeons span.
I be putting it so,
I've been wanting to somuch so that I think I should.
And in putting it no other way,
I say like the angels say.
Knotted roots,
Muddied boots.
Catkins.
A fine silver thread.
Muddied boots
Mootled runes,.
Catkins.
A fine silver thread.
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3. |
At Nite
04:27
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At Nite
At nite, At nite
I hear nothing but your
Spectral Calling
5 fingers on my wall
4 Friars and 1 creature
Willows walking
Straw draw,
Crow craw
By my life I give thee lore.
At Nite, at Nite
I feel nothing but your hyaline gnawing.
Through panoplies sable
You as the stars absconded.
What pinioning stays the
Approachless light
From us?
At Nite, At Nite
I hear nothing but your
Vattic calling.
Five fingers on my wall
Four bishops and one phantom.
Spirit walking.
O lenti, lenti. Currite noctis equi.
At Nite, at Nite
I feel nothing but your
Ethereal pawing.
Through panpipes sable
Universe and you redounded.
What pinioning stays
The unapparent light
From Us.
At Nite, At Nite,
I hear nothing but your
Subtle Calling.
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I feel her in the silence
A cycad
A caesura of breath
And then immured within me
Secreted in the immortality of a moment.
When I sojourned with my love,
We knelt near the temple well,
And sang to the mass-super-sub-preconscious,
Scintillate the reservoir.
I do love myself but still in turn
Was there ever a love that didn't worm?
Am I the one you've waited for?
Have I a one true peer.
Or am I found in the other?
And in a lover's mercy,
If you ascend to a far star cluster
Would you remember me?
I love you so :||||
At the purlieu of a mise-en-abyme since,
We slumped beneath the temple yews,
Descanting the lichen converted dryads,
Condescending as the dew.
I do love myself but still in turn,
Was there ever a love that didn't yearn?
Am I the one you've wanted for?
Are we the one true pair?
Is my artificer the other?
I'd forever lated be,
If you step on through a desert vortex,
Would you remember me?
I love you so:||||
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5. |
Theatre
03:26
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I can't discern what's life from what's dream
And it's something that I can't escape/
Have to face.
Realities gaslighting me
And my hearts in a cardiod shape.
And anybody could be that NPC/
Street actor, non-player-character.
But since your here,
It's clear that we share in
A love of the Theatre.
HOD
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6. |
House of Spells
01:34
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Holy art thou
Lord of the universe
Holy art thou
Whom nature has not formed
Holy art thou
The vast and the mighty one
Lord of the light and of the darkness.
Amen.
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7. |
Fomalhaut
05:36
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Had I had had had a dream
Dreamt but an hour or two.
Dreamt for myself one star,
One star that I well knew.
Thought about it some time,
Searing a pristine ion.
Gasped it into my square,
Conglobed it into form.
We'll, we'll make it alone,
And get there of our own steam.
How can it be wrong when
Nothing's Adamantine?
Had had I had had a love,
Loved her an Alaf plus so/more.
I would have my one star,
One star to see me through.
Dwelt upon it a while,
A Furlong in firmament scale.
Dreamt about my one star
On into the night.
We'll we'll make it our own,
And get there on our own steed.
How can it be wrong when
Nothing's set down in stone
And not go wanton,
And not go wanton,
And not go wanton,
And not go wanting.
I haul Fomalhaut
Towards the soul's cressets,
A clod-clothed star
Upwards enthralled.
As when I saw you play
The saw on the sun-way stop
Down on Avenue A.
How you'd
Plain the sluiced stale gales to a peel,
A welsh-dresser draw winnowed over
The Upstairs floorboards.
Sway.
An Undulate Concrescence.
The Sound on Sesimbra Bay.
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8. |
Said The Pangolin
06:42
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Said The Pangolin
My Scales weight the Earth,
My plates set a spin,
I ball without ever emoting a thing.
Phalanx alone
And hear the tide,
Not on the out
But on the inside.
Can words mean whatever you want them to mean?
Which is to be master,
The word or me?
My Frame is inert,
A planks length in size,
My armour is worn
From out the inside.
That tortoise is always one step ahead,
In death Earth's no longer
Thrown over my head .
I keep and dress time,
With keen imagining mind
And name them by
How they're defined.
I redeem myself of separation,
Before anything was I anticipated
This Sentence is true.
This sentence is false.
This isn't a song,
It's a lyric in one.
A digital file.
A recording of once.
The same thing,
It's own thing,
And not nothing else
Can words mean what ever you chose them to mean?
Which is to be master,
The world or the dream?
I keep and dress time,
With self imagining mind
And name them by
How they're defined.
I redeem myself of separation,
Before anything was I anticipated
So said The Pangolin
Since She knows everything
Regarding balling around, round
Regarding balling around
Just line the penny sow
Three-banded-Armadillo
She sings Her song in a round, round
She sings Her song in a round
I'll accept man
Though the solution is tree.
I strut on hind legs and tail crepuscularly.
Poe wrote on both
And produced a course note
My vertiginous vestibular' perfectly regular, no?
My scales weight the earth
My plates set a spin
And over, and over and over again
That turtle is always one step ahead,
And all the way down that is all that you'll get.
I keep and dress time,
With keen imagining mind
And name them by
How they're defined.
I redeem myself of separation,
Before anything was I anticipated
So said The Pangolin,
Since She knows everything,
Regarding balling around, round,
Regarding balling around
Just line the penny sow
Three-banded-Armadillo
She sings Her song in a round, round
She sings Her song in a round
So said The Pangolin,
Since She knows everything
Regarding balling around, round,
Regarding balling around.
Just line the penny sow
Three-banded-Armadillo
She sings Her song in a round, round
She sings Her song in a round.
I keep and dress time,
With self-imagining mind
And name them by
How they're defined.
I redeem myself of separation,
Before anything was I anticipated
So said The Pangolin,
Since She knows everything,
Regarding balling around, round,
Regarding balling around.
Just line the penny sow,
Three-banded-Armadillo,
She sings Her song in a round, round,
She sings Her song in a round .
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When I hocked my shell
To a ne'er-do well
He was one Mac-Daddy
Abseiling Nouns,
Taken 'round Town
Plain to see how.
Only G-d Can Forgive him Now
Else he'll
Die Like you'd never know why
And Cry like nobody can't heed none
Die like you'd never know why
So you'd do such
And how come
When I waived control
To a Known Brujo
He was one shrewd f*cker
Coining up nice
Hold that Space
Ain't hard to keep pace
Only G-d can Forgive him Now
Else I'll cry
Like You'd never know why
And die where nobody can't heed none
Cry like you'd never know why
So I'd do such and
How Come
Come will you will you
Come now
Won't you come now
I shan't be tellin' you no
For if you knew, if you'd know of but how
If you knew just how
I had needed you so
You can't know how I'd needed you so.
Nor know I do t want you now
Like the sun keep on rising you'll know.
Just how I'll be letting you go.
When I made my way
Down the Opera
I was one hot sucker.
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10. |
Come in the Night
05:48
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If you touch me I'd probably die.
No one makes me feel like you do.
Within the tapetum of your eyes,
Adularescent hues.
And in as much I'd ask myself why,
Wouldn't leave nothing but a saturnine sigh,
If the messages of love in your eyes were true.
Come In the night now to me,
Come like the night before,
Come In the night and in that while,
I'll be a person once more
Then there in your eyes maybe I'll find a slight repositioning of mine.
If you brushed me I'd probably die,
No one makes me feel like you do.
Within the limbal ring of your eye,
Sonoluminescent cues.
In as much I'd ask myself why,
Would be much more than an egregore's chide,
Lest the messages of love in your eyes realised.
Come In the night now to me,
Come like the night before,
Come In the night and in that while,
I'll be a person once more
Then there in your eyes maybe I'll find a stark recognition of mine.
Come in the night now.
Come In the night now.
For here we mere appear monophthong,
And may be that's the right and the wrong of it,
Or simply that I've known all along, How you're strong in your own self.
For here we mere appear monophthong,
And may be that's the right and the wrong of it,
Or simply that I've known all along, How you're strong in your own self.
Come In the night now to me,
Come like the night before,
Come In the night and for that while,
I'll be a person once more
Come In the night now to me,
Come like the night before,
Come In the night and in that while,
I'll be a person once more
Then there in your eyes maybe I'll find a slight reminiscence of mine.
Come In the night now
Come In the night now.
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11. |
An Ode: To My Shadow
05:01
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An Ode to my shadow.
You're the Next Stop from me
And a necessity
And as such
I know you're just where I thought you'd be.
But you left me in the lurch.
You don't know how it hurts
When I feel the sun turn-in on me,
And you go with,
Sure you don't give.
Oh how you do me and why,
Mazomba?
Don't it make you just cry,
I ask yas?
When I feel so inclined,
I'll tarry not.
How'd you do me?
How you do me and why.
An Ode to my shadow
You're-a next stop from me,
And a paraselene.
Ethereal negation.
A patrole buttress of entropy.
But you left me in the lurch.
You don't know how it hurts,
When I heed a-someone on my heel,
Who is not there
When I turn.
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12. |
Long are the Ways
04:57
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When you go out on your route,
Keep your wiles and your wits about you.
Though you're terribly smart
Evasion is an abstruse art.
But I dont worry,
Bind you, quick now hurry
As your love's
Making you sore
in your heart,
Hurting like ever before
But don't be afraid long are the ways
These words aren't beseechful
Once they are said.
Place this billet -doux
With the tabula rasa
And I'll meet you where the words convey.
I'll be there replete with the spirit of it.
Doing it like I thought we might.
With the last duel strokes that promise this
No more incorporeal
Long are the ways.
(How...Long Are the Ways,
Latent journeys, ending shaped desires,
What's fallen can be obtained)
When you deck out for your trek
Jot your star inked star about you,
The more innocuous quib
Is morsel to the drag net of recrimination,
And not that you should
Waltz victim to a victim's victimhood,
Who's love is making them sore in their hearts
Hurting like never before
But don't be afraid,,
Long are the ways,
These words aren't beseechful
Once they are said.
(Results will be as they may)
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To the Mountainside!
04:58
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To the Mountainside
Tohuvavohu
Well I go myself on the right side of history.
Had my whole nine, baby, nice lives
There in front of me.
Then I did myself a right and
I stowed myself away.
Now I'll abide here Mountainsidewide
for the rest my days.
I'll Abide here Mountainsidewise;
Mountainside.
To the Mountainside
So I bored myself a hole in the scenery.
Bore well the whole welkin
Wholly hole-in and well up amain!
So I plumped it up so nice
And I stole myself away
Now I'll abide here mountainsidewide
Until the end of days
I'll abide here Mountainsidewise.
Mountainside.
To the Mountainside
Well I evoked my angel to the Mountainside.
Soon we ascending to rarified heights.
And not just for pure entertainments,
Also as an allegory for our attainment.
And if this all sounds a bit confusing,
Consider it relayed in Pierian.
Am I just a highly specified vibration
Of the mountainside?
To the Mountainside
Does the mountainside preponderate the averting mind?
How's the Mountainside peg down the cyan sky?
What's a mountainside outside the mind?
Mountain does for me what I can't do in kind.
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14. |
An Alef
04:15
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Found an alef
Heavens forbid
I did
Everything comes from nothing
Nothing comes to anything
Found an Alef in an Alef
In an alphabet
In an abacus
And in the Alef I saw
Someone that I'd seen just before
Leopards beset an altar
A catalogue of books that doesn't list itself
The micro-diamond rain of a candle flame
A picture devoid of it's frame
A dream with a coherent ending
An eye that only sees itself
Found an angle
Heavens forbade
I did
Wasn't my centre somewhere
My circumference never did
A pheasant in a peasant, inside a Swan
In an atom
As in the Alef I saw
Infintity's finite contours
Objects spoken just as verbs are
A thought that thinks upon itself
An angel reciting π backwards
Then counting it back up again
Gameshes arabesquing in a chorus-line
A mirror that reflects itself
The presence of an absent god
Grasped an edge
Heavens forfend
This end
Simultaneously my point went for a walk
To gain a greater perspective
Omniangle, Heavens Forbid,
Non Servium
And in the Alef I saw
Someone that's I'd seen just before
Crumpets canopy a toaster draw
Like the ice caps on a distant star
The micro-diamond rain of a candle flame
A picture devoid of it's frame
A dream with a definitive ending
All faces interposed and meshed
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**Theatre (Acoustic)
02:50
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Marc Lee New York, New York
Wind-Up Toy w/Cymbals 2/-6d
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