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All I've ever known has died and been reborn again
All I've ever known has died and been reborn a thousand times
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Thus spoke the rabbit
06:53
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Thus spoke the rabbit from beneath the stairs:
"Do you trust me with your life?"
With its glass-eyed stare.
And so said the cockerel, with its beak in the dirt,
"The more you try to run, then,
the more this will hurt."
And up where the ground grows bare
There is a bent-wood larch,
And gone into a hare
It's there I see my man.
And so spoke the frog, though his lungs were dried,
"You'll eventually forget
what you once held beneath your hide."
And thus spoke the stag from his mount on the wall:
"Oh, this body that you carry,
it is just fruit for the fall."
And up where the ground grows bare
There is a bent-wood larch,
And gone into a hare
It's there I see my man.
And so spoke the ass, with its lips peeled back,
"And you'll now open up your heart,
and you'll now hear the blood black."
And so spoke the fox, with a tooth on the floor,
"It will be nothing then within you now,
as was nothing before."
And up where the ground grows bare
There is a bent-wood larch,
And gone into a hare
It's there I see my man.
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Sundowner
05:20
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Restless while the sun goes down
Over this edge of earth
"Are you sleeping, are you awake?"
Sea and sky are blurring now
To the father says the son,
"Everything is fine"
"Are you hungry? Are you tired?"
See the blurring of the lines
Is this what you warn me of,
Now from beyond the sun?
Too many shadows, too little light -
Is this how the night comes on?
Is this what I've come upon -
Losing the thread of land?
"Are you hungry, are you tired?"
See the child that was a man
Is this dream or is this life?
Am I lost or am I gone?
Into the shadows and into n/light
Resting, now the sun is down
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In observance of winter
04:49
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Spruce and fir
nodding in the snow
bent white-cloaked and penitent
bowing their crowns down low
In observance of winter.
Listening for the crack of limbs
watching the falling clouds
snowflakes catch the sunlight
until they reach the ground,
making craters in the snow
Otherwise all is silent
The shadows grow and the sun dips below
Otherwise there is no movement
Nothing speaks but the bending of trees
In observance of winter.
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The way the body drops when the life leaves it
Like a puppet released, you became an object
To flatten awkwardly into the ground
So suddenly and completely,
Not like sleeping.
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Face of the moon
06:24
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Though the day does dissolve,
there's a picture revolving
too slow for our sight.
And though the sky it does turn,
the same figures recur
in the welkin of night.
And in autumn what stars
will we see watching our
constellations of leaves.
And from any place
there's a point out in space
where the past is received.
Though we know day must end,
we pretend, we pretend,
not so soon.
And though we know night must fall,
do we bother at all
for to learn the new face of the moon.
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When I last saw your face,
something old had been replaced
in the silence of time.
And so in the weft of space
and the warp of time displaced
will we each mark our lines.
On the solstice we bind
what was once yours and mine
unto time beneath new eaves.
I can see from where I stand
that the sky touches the land
in the place where the future recedes.
And though now day has fled,
looking back and never ahead
do we living proclaim too soon.
And because night has come,
no matter how we might reach for the sun,
we are left the new face of the moon.
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River of blood
11:52
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Time it is passing along the river of blood
Fashioning oars of our limbs, do we fight the tide
Through fury and grief, through loving and sorrow
Through shame and through fear, do we drag along
As we row
When we set sail from the banks of the garden
Our eyes full of starlight we surveyed the skies
With never a thought for the course we'd be taking
Without sense of how blood draws the lines
That we row
Every river, every ocean
Every cloud is a ring
Old as water, ever flowing
That which runs in our veins
Selfishness, self-contempt, fury and doubt
These gifts my son do I bare unto thee
Forever passed on, born along in our bloodlines
From father to father, now my child from me
As we row
And so bleeding away in the face of the struggle
The bleeding of family and bleeding of me
Bleeding beloved and bleeding dear stranger
Bleeding and feeding the hunger of time
As we row
Every river, every ocean
Every cloud is a ring
Old as water, ever flowing
That which runs in our veins
Where two rivers are converging
'Round this finger, a ring
And this all, ever flowing
Before and again
Anger and love, forever passing
As charts, routes, and starlight, passing away
And so do we pass on an infinite river
Through the veins of our loved ones, circling void
As we row
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The following day
04:55
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And so we lay you down to sleep
Cleaned and dried, swaddled and safe
But will we see you in the morning,
A ghost in the following day?
And in this face see all the faces that proceed
An apparition in your blood, reading backwards its future in your teeth
And so I leave you with the family
Seeking campfires and winter's clothes, starlight and slurred speech
But will I see clear in the morning?
Houses are burning, there's smoke in the trees
And in this day see all the days that will proceed
The smell of smoke forever wed to dissolution in the eaves
And so I lay you down to sleep
Cleaned and dried, swaddled and safe
But when I see you in the morning,
Oh, ghost of the following day
And in this face see all the faces that precede
The shape of loss furrowed in your brow, your great grandfather in your cheek
And in this monitor, your heartbeat, we see the start of everything
This may not be some greater truth, but for now the truth I choose to keep
And seeking - joy - until the light leaves us
Catching the sun for as long as it sees us
And in this hospital your heartbeat we hear the start of everything
And end
And of all this birth and death, what end but life?
A soul to keep
Your soul to keep
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All I've ever loved has died and been reborn again
All I've ever loved has died and been reborn a thousand times
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Cedar Bozeman, montana
These sounds live in a place between melody and drone, soundscape and song; between field recordings of wind, and rivers of distortion and noise. Richly textured, emotive, horrific, and deeply personal.
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Like an ethnographic field tape of ritual music from some terrifying, imagined country bordering Tibet & the Balkans. One of the most mesmerizing & utterly unique albums I've heard.
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