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Kandosols
05:28
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Noah shower me in your stories, how will I grow anything from kandosols?
All our brothers sit atop the bean stalk,
There's no way I'm staying here on the giant's plane.
For a girl who holds so tightly to the world.
I need your drying
Like a tonic rising,
Like the fiery voice of a faithful man
Like our fathers shot the Queen's guard to save home, save home.
I asked the Captain "how can I help?" He just shows me his monster-self and some
Swiss mountain-top
Listening to our father's words, because all I see is a crown shattered, all I see is a crown scattered.
I need your drying
Like a tonic rising
Like the fiery voice of a faithful man.
Like our fathers shot the Queen's guard to save home, save home.
The king is fed by his beast,
And so we should be, and so we should be.
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Lone wolf my twin, you must learn to tame your fire, and love yourself enough to walk forth.
I rode to the mounds where we are untouched by poison and the leaves touch the place where all peace begins.
I rode to that hidden stable and I filled it with water, and swam with the horses.
The open tongues of leaves show us the way if we can only see.
Knees in gravel, she'll ascend through anyway.
And along that road
We will drive ourselves home.
Lone wolf my twin, you must let your wolf-paw wound find your true nature.
Knees in gravel she'll ascend through anyway.
And along that road
We will drive ourselves home.
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Brave Men
04:35
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I was opening the top of a dome but was scared I'd float away like a kite, either way.
Carrying a piece of tree that holds all my meaning across that plain and meet a man that would show me the way.
Pulling a King out of my heart.
He won't collect you on the stairs, get up an walk forth.
Brave men I've hated kiss my forehead
On the boundary and query me to open the gate for me.
Brave men I've hated kiss my forehead
On the boundary and query me to open the gate for me
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Violets
07:01
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Your poison doesn't have a hand for knowing, but has a hand free for grabbing
What man stands in the face of indecision, each holds a flower, a healing one of their grandmother's.
Grandmothers.
What tree do I hold that holds me?
Bring relief of Belonging
I'll keep making shell prayers no matter
Half my face goes numb at once
My responsibility of drought outside, drought inside, rain to fall, heart to grow
I'm longing as you are longing
I'm grieving as you are grieving
And in emptiness, as we call
Hearing reed flutes ascending
We must choose service for the liberation of our mothers grief
We must seek words of our own father
We must seek words of our own
If we forget myth and birth we'll draining meaning of the world
if we forget myth and birth we'll drain meaning of our own words
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5. |
Twisted Wood
03:37
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My sleepyhead, no king beside my bed, no land shown to belong
What do you say to a dry rock of a man that's never going to change
My sleepyhead, your king lives and your lands live, in emptiness
Twisted wood, untwist yourself
I pray, safe inside my tree, truth whispering, trees are everything
My land is in emptiness
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Humility
04:52
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When I want emptiness, I notice my elegance, oh my fullness
In this mirror as a witness, oh that valley I de-materialised into it
And came back to life, alone and alone over and over as I do
Oh praise everything. Know humility "girl, she said, I know humility and if I don't, well"
And what should be ecstasy is a fight
I have a big sword and I swing it
And I simply push a knife through his neck, yes
While my chest is breaking apart
I see black and red and a line that surges to my eyes and for a moment I am Anger, and all she is
And then I crumble again
If I could just walk across that plain, If I could just walk across that plain
Emptiness, oh emptiness could bring me strength
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Seabirds
05:32
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I was cleaning fresh oil from seabird bones
Emitting a wonderful elixir onto my fingers
Swallowing down the throat of a gull
Like a puffin on the highest peak
I was transecting lines down these slopes of sandstone
Unstable, inseparable, crumbling out.
All the birds are pecking us out to land their songs before we all fly out
And when torrents run dry she'll say "Go, go be wood and don't lose even the idea of truth"
I would run for this over all of our fire to collect fish in my palms, and carry them home.
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Reedbed
04:21
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Woodwind, paper, call her a prayer
Reaching out like a piedmont glacier
I've missed being clay by your side,
Thunder's kindness carrying weight in my eyes
Woodwind, paper, call her a prayer
Reaching out like a piedmont glacier
Yes yes yes the clouds are here
Yes yes yes all the shells I had prepared
Soak this reedbed
Soak this reedbed
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Half Skulls
07:12
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And I looked up from a distraction to see how all those bird were falling from the distance of the stars, like a school of fish in dance
And I saw all our songs up there, floating.
And I'll never stop yearning for all our sister songs
And my Half Skull
And a green vine lit up the sky
I reached out to grab that red dress but my hand slipped through it, like a ghost, like a ghost.
And everyday the pain vine wraps my face
And every night I try to sing it to sleep
And all the while a Half Skull I really thought I'd know you by now
But it's invisible
Like the missing side
Invisible, reflections of real life she sees
From all her light
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Helena Massey Australia
Sydney, Australia
Contact: helena.massey@gmail.com
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