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Spákonufell
03:33
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When we look at landscape, we do not see what is there, but largely what we think is there
You think about the landscape a lot
One day there's white mountains, and one day it's grey, green and black
Something majestic and magical about them
I can see why people thought, you know, maybe gods lived up by that
I imagine myself on top of the mountain, opening the treasure chest and signing the book
As if it were me, I need you
A dragon out of the dream, out of the sand, out of the sea
You can see how they have personalities too, I think
And how different mountains probably have different personalities
I guess if they were people, they would be interesting people, because they don't stay the same
You know, they're not boring
When I see mountains, I don't hear any sound
I hear, I feel a presence, and it's very quiet
Out of the sand, out of the sea
Out of a dream, as if it were me
Out of the sand, out of the sea
Out of a dream, as if it were me
We made a map and we fell off
The roads are gone, we're lost
Yeah, I try not to sort of type people, including myself
And so it does strike me as strange that I have apparently such a strong identification with not climbing mountains
So mountain, I guessed. It's mountain, it's high, whatever
But you have these mountains, you have these similar sorts of depths in the sea
I just think it's like the upside down. It's like the other side of things
Out of the sand, out of the sea
Out of a dream, as if it were me
Out of the sand, out of the sea
Out of a dream, as if it were me
The sky, open wide
Stars in your eyes
Maybe you're the dragon
Maybe you are the tree
People who have some kind of intense emotion or trauma
However, that trauma sometimes somehow gets transformed into the actual form of the mountain
And then they become the mountain
My friend has buried her husband
She was an artist, so she made a picture of it afterwards
He's there, in the mountain
That's very sweet
And she had cats
She also took them there
Together with him
So it's nice
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Scavenger, fed
04:49
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VERSE 1
I came from a cocoon as cold as this
but held whole The land that healed my bones
Here I am soul scattered and blown
need a remake without tools, heat and self-belief
VERSE 2
Other worlds hover above Striped in green, a little pink,
the colours are there but I can’t see
This place is where home called for me
With everything i lack, nothing is the only thing i have
CHORUS
This land took every “I can’t, I don’t, I never,” and it said
Now you do. Now you must. Here you are.
You will learn to live and you will learn to love
you will learn to live and love with nothing
VERSE 3
I will take your shadows and fear
Will lay them flat so you can see
and lift them up and scrape the undersides
Here is a darkness so vast,
surrendered-to you can see
your shadows clear as day
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3. |
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I’m thinking you’re a fish
Silver like the fish you gave me
on a silver chain
I’m thinking birds are fish too
Silver like the fish you gave me
on a silver chain
Swimming across the silver sky
Swimming across the silver sky
on a silver chain
Silver winged
on a silver chain
Main Solo (as written) and we will add harmonies
I’m thinking you’re a fish
Silver like the fish you gave me
or a silver bird with fins
Swimming in the silver sky
On a silver chain
On a silver chain
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Astronaut, or Blues Singer by AKaiser
(“Astronaut, or Blues Singer”, glint, Milk & Cake Press, 2019)
I’ve always wanted to travel 1.28 light seconds
away -
be there to hear where howls originate
my breath an atmosphere
so tenuous, it’s almost a vacuum.
Wear big boots and a big head.
Kick up moon dust (if gravity allows).
Gardened surface, the texture of snow,
the scent of gunpowder, spent.
Swim over worn asphalt grey lunar mare,
reflecting. Trip out of this sphere
into another. Closer the rays of stars,
rivuleting. Ivory, albacore.
Ancient ice needles spiking at the bottom
of a crater iron-clad in endless shadow.
Crunch the gravel of crustal highlands.
A place where falling does
not occur.
Imploding? Yes. Crushing silence.
Touch a still source of tides, the bulging
oceans, our coursing blood.
Translucent veils of constellations, inexplicable
nuclei. Elastic, plasmic sorrow traverses
the ink-dark night, pocketed with fires of light.
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I’ve always wanted to be a blues singer.
The gravity
of the sink
of a voice a rush a tide
of hot blood breathing.
Quake of diaphragm birthing
waves of sound. Silence
at the end of each song -
suspended.
That loneliness.
Delve into it. Sit with it. Float
it. Sing it.
Split the moon. Hold on
for dear life in rough waters
umbilical cord rooting its way
attaching life
as we know it as
we think we want it.
Fill the body with air. Steal
breaths - release them into
the space
of a dark bar with starlights mirrored
across liquid bottles and
trembling lips.
Rhythm of lift – inertia - descent.
Escape velocity leaves me
heaving volcanic beads on my brow
head spinning from a deep
note from a deep
expanse inside the body
cavern in the universe.
What’s the difference?
The rattle is not the message light years
away –
it’s bone marrow vibrating
vast pools of basaltic lava searching
for shape. Before, the moon directed
boundaries between
mutable and imperishable.
Now, I form my own permanent
asymmetric spectral cloud, my own
halo of icicles orbiting
pillars of eternal light.
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5. |
Found Words
03:43
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Be Patient
Be Silent
Do not speak
You’ve said
Enough Already
Don’t you think
It’s OK to stop
While the world turns
It’s OK to breathe
You’re probably
Wong about
Alot of things
And that’s alright
Now you have peace
The peace is in silence
It’s OK to stop
While the world turns
It’s OK to breathe
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6. |
Rags of Light
03:20
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Czas ci ucieka, szybko ucieka, gonisz go
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
sing the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
Sing the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Hello, blue morning, sweet still dawn
Fill me and take me, fall white water's sleep
Sweet silence
Catch me and carry me away
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
Sing the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
Sing the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Sleep, sweet children, rest your soul
Time will wait, embrace your laughter, keep it close
Heaven's still so far away
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
Sing the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
sink the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
sink the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Feel the water flow, fight the undertow
sink the tide to the shore, catch me and carry me
Away
Draw me near and bind me tight
I'm wearing rags of light
Heaven's still so far away
Czas ci ucieka, szybko ucieka, gonisz go
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7. |
Let's Fly to Mars
03:00
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Fleeting it seems that in between
One blink and the next time stops
We are a moving book we wander
feel we listen and we look
From time time we’ll see the stars From time to time we'll fly to mars
we'll move around the galaxy questioning our sanity
From time to time we’ll disappear adding moments to our years
The time is right
Coiled and on hold our memories
and all it contains will unfold someday
The time is right
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8. |
Enjoy the Show
04:00
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Sit right down enjoy the show
Leave your mind behind
The sounds you hear are not your own
Believe what you are shown
Bum she bum she
Bum bum she bum she
Turn me on, turn me off
Branded by your words
Let your senses take control
The journey's just begun
Bum she bum she
Bum bum she bum she
Try try try to close your eyes
Fly fly fly and reach the sky
But don't forget me when you’re gone
In this moment we belong
Sit right down enjoy the show
Leave your mind behind
Embrace the beauty and the pain
Let your senses go
Freestyle the sky words
Sit right down enjoy the show
Let your senses go
I'd like to say hello
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Mel·lif·lu·ous Vancouver, British Columbia
An artist who defies convention, fusing classical, pop, and electronic influences. With her voice and violin as her primary instruments, she takes listeners on a journey through soundscapes that stir the soul. Her musical evolution has been a rich tapestry, from touring across North America with indie groups to sharing stages with luminaries like K-OS and Odetta. ... more
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