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Day Done
05:46
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Calling it like a day done
fading in
time warping Goddess-speed now.
Under my beloved firmament
In this tower over a sink hole
where I seek these futile questions of desperation
Faithful, faithless women sees this storm ripping birds in half.
Sees waves in directions that don't make sense.
Calling it like a day done
fading it fading in
time-warping
Goddess-speed now.
Touch this wasteland
Take this fish across this fire of your own
What becomes of us when we see gods as ghosts.
Flying off this radar
every sacred scale of dragon burn all that's been to no more than memory.
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2. |
Cross Wise
03:42
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Meet me in the cross wise
In the form of the right word
Where on the safety ramp covered in snow my fantasy is real.
Night letter becomes my waking day.
Remember a sound came first.
I'll take what cloud I've got.
Meet me in the cross wise
In the form of the right word
Below the pink firmament
Above the black road.
Night letter becomes my waking day.
Remember a sound came first.
I'll take what cloud I've got.
Flying around somewhere
Flying around somewhere
Don't disappear me if I live creek side.
creek side.
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3. |
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Shatter faster.
Black snakes fly.
Woman of the black portrait stripping her life in strands
Drive round town uninsured.
Long beaked skeletal dreams
Angerona constricting
How angry the cryptic words of the blue maidens made me.
and back on the ground in the day
Still grow lillies still grow babes
Shake me till I know Grace
Long Cascade
Radiant spirit of ants
Shows up in the last moment like a sign.
Jonah found a cave of bats
Sparkle like a pear tree
What does the desert mouse say the dance is?
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4. |
Soft and Burning
03:53
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Soft and burning in rage
slow and burning in youth
fog like fathers so unclear
drive these spirals all year.
Cry Christ through the trees
Sing Snowman Walter song.
Let it fall like a skin.
Soft and burning in rage
slow and burning in youth
fog like fathers so unclear
Black Road Pink Firmament.
Cry Christ through the trees
Sing Snowman Walter song.
Leave it behind like a skin.
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5. |
Homeless Dogs
03:21
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I own an army of homeless dogs
Always flying over my, over my beloved fury
Lighthouse in the driveway
He washed my face In the dark corner
How can I play
When I shake, when I choke between the car door and the pole.
Never known such urgency than when his song received me.
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6. |
Little White Car
04:58
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7. |
Rocks and Gravel
03:30
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Oh father there may be rocks and gravel
but you gave the golden thread that ties me
to the sacred web.
Better to hold your thread than pick your brain like
A scorpion reaching out of pain
like a scorpion reaching out for light
Like we find our true selves in the kitchen again.
Oh father these roads may be nowhere.
Better to pray on some than pick your brain like
A scorpion reaching out of pain
a scorpion reaching out for light
like we find our true selves in these trees, again.
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8. |
Lady of the Bags
04:28
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Didn't get the job
Couldn't keep the babe alive.
Just another lightning strikes her face.
Not in a defeatist way,
I just know Potentio like there's freedom in hell.
Embargo on the soul.
Urgency dressed in black around me.
Abstinence pulled into, sun and cat that's me between you.
Lady of the bags you have all my respect
if no one else tells you that.
if no one else tells you that.
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9. |
Well Below the Shaking
03:53
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In the maze room, lonely cat living.
No one visits but gods pilgrimage
his senses fall off in my hand
But I still care
I still care.
Red bird now reigns the night
Through a strange flight
Through a strange song
Where a harp once strum.
Urgent like music.
Like the chase of Gwion Bach
Sprout to hound
Seed to Heron
Otter cloud
Make me an anchor well below.
Below the freeze.
Well below the shaking.
Last moth in the room
Last cross on the wall.
No freedom like this web.
His voice my car's tape-dec
says I'm bound through the web.
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Helena Massey Australia
Sydney, Australia
Contact: helena.massey@gmail.com
www.instagram.com/helenamasseymusic
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