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The Copse/The King
03:29
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Well, the King of the wind took the copse in his hand
and shook the spark out of it's bow
said the copse to the King: "why must you ring the life out my bones?
we're just holding our hands
minding our plans
not one of us here knows cruel
we'll wither and die all in good time
when our babies grow up round our toes"
said the copse to the King: "your reckoning is misplaced in our field of fallow...
Just further east there's a meadow
harrowed and pitted and scarred
with trenches so deep that a salmon could leap from one end to the other unharmed
have the birds no need for their king?
where the sky churns into mallow?"
said the copse to the King: "why must you bring your judgement to our field of fallow?
My fingers are splayed and thus tire
my fingertips singed from the Sun
it's true that my fruit does come with the spring
but the Autumn has left me with none
so you see I've really nothing to offer if my time has come to go
take my strength and my breath
and my greens and my reds
and spread them in my field of fallow."
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2. |
Never Fathom
04:49
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Her fingertip had only broke the meadow
when digging out the sky she felt it purr
now she's slinging colour over fences
asking who is washing through her hair
it feels so predefined that I should stumble upon your laughter
given all the words fell from your mouth
when our first Autumn came gave my blushing skin your name
threw me to the ground and stripped me naked
My baby all this time you were just pushing through my ether
for ore I dredge the Earth and offer you
the skin behind my ear was a dance hall for your fever
so how could I fathom now you were only blowing through?
Well life can pick up speed you didn't ask for
or did ask for but didn't understand
there was a measure on your breath
when you blew in from the West
though I could only ever grow up to measure by you
My baby all this time you were just pushing through my ether
for ore I dredge the Earth and offer you
but I can't get a spark from a stone
the skin behind my ear was a dance hall for your fever
so how could I fathom now you were only blowing through?
My lady I'm no prophet I'm not even a disciple
said 'your spirit will suicide whatever you don't prove'
but baby from the start I knew your honey in your branches
from your hot sweat in your morning dew
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3. |
Infinite Lines
06:56
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The clouds are staggering tonight
the dawn a protein in my eye
and I have lived a life before
traced the rain drops down
asking who first could reach the sill
I've been accepting that I'm never gonna change the World
though I've crossed vastnesses to surface in yours
While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tying in their infinite lines
I have felt the enormous permanence of a soul
and the heartbreak of impermanence
I've learned from hunger and the smile behind
while leaning upon those that value and give value to mine
And I have held many mentors
and too many lovers
but still was just the sum of those three I most discovered
And I found the confidence to be myself
but only after finding that in someone else
and I have made family of strangers
and vice versa oblivious to the significance of either of those things
While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tie in their infinite lines
I saw that morning and broke
reaching my ecstasy
having longed to die in your arms
and seeing yourself as a product of history
ask: where do you go?
While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tie in their infinite lines
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4. |
Unity
02:53
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Lay too the leaves
weigh too the worm
I think we are recognising slowly that we are the same
damn thing seeing itself from a million sides
A feedback loop of eye contact
when we're scattered across the room
lines thread between the eyes
create a plane in the Universe's mind
it's a web
it's a way
it's a while
Lay too the leaves
weigh too the worm
I think we are recognising slowly that we are the same
damn thing seeing itself from a million sides
We are insane
let it be known
rats in a bucket
digging through the bone
lay too the leaves
weigh too the worm
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5. |
Go Clean
08:34
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I have found peace
and happiness
have grown strong
and in trust
have welcomed the grace of the Universe
into a form that receives
into a slower life
I have sought to go clean
I have sought your divine
and found that the truth is a flower
and the light through the vase bleeds
seamlessly out of the water
and seamlessly into the breeze
I was fearful at first with such solitudes
but have nursed my heart to health
with silence and pursuit
of a carpenters hand
I've allowed the recluse to
indefinitely
every mother is Mary in a white dress
and Joseph loved her
I was mixing the World around
I became a hunter
of a shade that wounded me
my fear inhabits
these increasingly small ravines
I ask if the World is greener
sorrow is deeper
you're a soul sung in a green dress
with two big blue eyes
I was mixing the World around
I've built this wooden castle
nestling in the hill
where you will read the classics
and I will make fresh pappardelle
and later in the evening
in service of your dream
will you still surprise me
I have sought to go clean
I was mixing the World around
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6. |
Meadow Queen
03:48
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How could I put you into words?
I can't
I can only do my best
to learn you
and learn you more
and learn you more
I'm gonna learn you more
meadow queen journey moon tied blue
Maybe my whole life was a ladder for you
to climb
to find the love
that you found in my house
thinking about it's so obvious now
but thinking only served to make me feel down
I've been itching my feet
I've been dragging my heels
I've been begging my life
for something that feels real
meadow queen journey moon tied blue
seems like all I do is talk to you
meadow queen journey moon tied blue
seems like maybe I'm just getting through
and the sticks on this tree do remind me to stock up on fuel
meadow queen journey moon tied blue
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