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Returner
01:53
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I remember
When a black emperor
Proposed a toast to our hometowns
While behind our backs
Stoning to death
The Easter[/n] maiden[/s]
Oh, no, yeah
The girls in their nightgowns
Waylaid in fire
And brimstone
And winter sires
Left winded, tired
Well, I've got nothing left to say
Oh, no, no, no
What if I said I can't keep my promises
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K-Hole
03:38
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Can you hear the wind blow?
Slipping through cracks in the weather
Let slip the dogs
Oh, that black dog
Teeth meant for killing
Do you remember when
We'd build up
And talk of sex and summer?
And sunlight
Stay up till sunrise
Stay drunk
Till Sunday night
But we're all meant for killing
Even for or by the leaves
Climb out your K-hole
When offered water
Do you hate your friends?
Why can't I trust you, then?
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3. |
Calvin
03:34
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I speak this trip with candor
With candlelight, through dimness
An answer rears its head like a sprout on a hill
Topped with leaves and sun for hours
May the Darrow dwell at peace
Forever and until
The hill returns to dirt and only sees
The blinking of the light from undersea
All is [n]ever said and nothing's ever done
There's work to do yet, oh my brother's son
When you're feeling, oh, at siege[/sea]
Son of oak and black stream
Recall the field of trees and food to grow a story
For all those coming after
May the Darrow dwell at peace
Forever and until
All is never said and nothing's ever done
There's work to do yet, oh my sister's son
All is never said and nothing's ever done
There's work to do yet, oh my brother
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Be sure to die in glory
Why do we try to keep the sand
A story standing for our kids
When the ocean makes the waves?
Why can't I see in front of me?
Curled in close, hug those knees
Power long gone in the street
Water won't run, food rotting
Why can't I see?
Curtains closed
Power long gone
Water won't run, fools rush in [/fluid rushing]
I am the sea
The ocean roars again
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Ylajali / Aqua Regia
03:50
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As it often is in song, there was a girl
But this one I wrote out of all the people
I left to the snow
West to the Gunnison road
Through a monarchy of snow, it falls
Kept falling
Tumbleweeds in her hair
Smiling something fair [/fierce]
Ylajali, when will you be home to me?
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I don't know anything about the fucking world
I’m not even sure of my internal war
Got from books I've read and beatings I've shored up
I don’t know anything about the world
Don't remember much, not the name was on her tongue
Just know he dissolved the gold in your throne
I don't want to be here anymore
But I'm programmed to put pressure on the wound
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Spider
02:17
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I sense a little spider in the time it took
The moons [/moods] interpreted in eyes
Of friends, strangers, and lovers, too
Did we ever laugh to hurt our sides?
I sense a quiet fire in the work of you
Detect an eagerness for monsoon
Well, soon there won't be any rain
The time we spent be dried away
Oh, from sunshine to moonshine to killing time in spring
I'd do anything to relearn how to sing
I sense a hidden book in the troves of you
A library a hundred mile tall
But now, the books all burned away
The water's done creeping in
Oh, from sunshine to moonshine to killing time in spring
I'd do anything to forget everything
Oh, from sunshine to moonshine to killing time in spring
I'd do anything to forget everything
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8. |
Lathe
04:39
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I couldn't save you
They held to the lathe, you
I don't belabor the point
Unless sure to anoint [/annoy]
All my friends in distressful distance
At best
Don't trust any of them folk
Coming up from the old growth
This doesn't happen to you
This doesn't happen to me
This only happens to everyone you'll ever meet
Shut my eyes and shut me out
Couldn't stop, couldn't want
Clutching tightly to your dress
Mimicking a wooden chest
This doesn't happen to you
This doesn't happen to me
This only happens to all the people on the street
Hе said, "Boy, oh, save your face
Hide thеm tears, lay awake [/to waste]"
Oh, I wish I was a bird
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The Rushes
02:16
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Boys will be, boys will be, boys will be
Girls will be, girls will be, girls will be
The whirligig crown come crashing down
Down, down, down, down, oh
Come rise against your oppressors
Till all of us have died
The weeks go by
The weeks go by, the weeks go by, the weeks go by, the weeks go by
Without a garden to kill us quickly
Plants will rise up from the ground around us, oh
The wild roses will be unearthed, but complicit
And their sisters will listen, oh
To the screams of men
Who tended the wheat fields
Without thinking that it might be
More than a harvest
A new Bloody Sunday
Up from the rushеs
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10. |
an abundance of leaves
04:36
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You weren't supposed to be a girl
You weren't supposed to be a curse coming in
Coming in the world
Imagine all the good intentions hidden by restraint
Drink up the irony, oh, writ upon his face
But childless songwriting should probably get us far
Life would be simpler
Were you a boy
Of course, you'd be more likely to be carving up the world
Maybe it's easier
Raising horses
Caring for little humans seem too much like some service
Could I someday stop sleeping with a gun in my hand?
Maybe it's easier
Well, I fucking doubt that
Don't believe anything
Everything
Collapse into your paranoia prayer
Could I someday stop sleeping?
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Quiverwood Port Townsend, Washington
Quiverwood originated as a project in 2013.
An earlier endeavor, Space is an Ocean, ran from 2009 to 2012, and was brought back to life in 2017.
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