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Fragil Ordem
02:57
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A fragile order has been broken
we are nets hung to be mended
a token silence has been spoken
years, years in the making
on this blind rattling shore
surely this is a sign
surely this is a sign
wait no more
fight your constant irritation
ground will win its way through your shoes
put your red round face
to this round grey pebble
years, years in the making
on this dry rattling shore
surely this is a sign
surely this is a sign
wait no more
A fragile order has been broken
we are nets hung to be mended
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2. |
Teller
03:14
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Let every filament wave
lend me your deadliest graces
but never more than two at a time
and we could erase our blindnesses
we are a whole new kind
yes, we are a whole new kind
home was strange
so we didn't stay long
we gave them our names
our first mistake
we've been cached and saved
hidden safe
but like yours my footsteps never faded
and we on the other side of them
don't age well, we don't age well
and the choice was not one of two but three
we've done our best not to scatter
but the urge runs deep
and you left every cent you'd earned to me
and the best I could do was just count it
and watch you leave
if these double doors don't bury me
when the walls of this place finally shatter
when the bricks that we speak meet matter
let every hand and wrist wave
lend me your deadliest graces
but never more than two at a time
we could erase our blindnesses
we are a whole new kind
yes, we are a whole new kind
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3. |
Spirits Will Rise
05:27
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Our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like dust in the light
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like ghosts in the light
I smell the worry in your clothes
I hear the echo of another time
I dreamed your hands were blind to me-
kindly, but empty
four-eyes too bright to see
taken from quilts and playthings nightly
you always swore to me
nothing we dreamed would stand for the morning
but seeing you sweat like that
carries my fears from dusk into waking
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like smoke in the light
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like ghosts in the light
you gave me a hat to hide my hair
lent me a tail to wear
a song to sing in the morning
I left the place you could reach me
but no one could teach me defenses
I was born skinless, unsealed
leaking and shaking and noiseless
That song you brought to me
caught in my throat years and years before breaking
trapped in a slurry of things
that slipped from my mouth without warning
so I stood up too fast
everything drained and the floor was beneath me
given to spells where the horizon and stars seem to meet
given one pivot point the light of the stars track a perfect circle
and having passed through our tests we knew once and for all, for ourselves,
that the earth was round
and we, dizzy, were part of it again
little dust of skin on your hands could be silicate, delicate, rock-spun
aren't we a test of time, left hand pressed in right?
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4. |
Copernicus
03:58
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If you'll hold a little sun in your cheeks now,
in your gums
you'll be shining when the stars are done
and if you'll take a little walk with the mask off
feel the cold joy of never changing again
we'll shake 'em off
you are a prism free and clear
a light bender
and this had nothing to do with me
you take a crooked path to the bed now
to the floor
next time ask me clearly please
don't scare 'em off
I can see that you see
I am through guessing
this had nothing to do with me
if you'll hold a little sun in your cheeks now,
in your gums
you'll be shining when the stars are done
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5. |
Peonia Interlude
02:03
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6. |
Abigail i
04:56
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Here is a turning point
you will be moved out of the way
you've made your choice
and so have made ours
you are a razor's point
you will be handled carefully
we have scars to show
and so will paint yours
you are dead to me, damned to be Abigail
and as we make our way to this bargain
struck over wet things in the park
even your matchbook gave me more chances at spark
and all that I want is full of seeds
and I can't contain the things that need to grow
we'll uncurl the edges of the earth
to a respectable dish
and all things in push-pin reach now
just as you'd always wished
for the corkboards of tomorrow, wait
for a love that gives it's fingers weight
I won't need much taming,
not for one of your kind
it's all of your senses
to this one sense of mine
through the hot breath of your dreams
each night in July
that catches your cold exposed left shoulder
and practical turn by surprise
I drop my guise, I turn, I pause, I fly
to the mouth of a river
to the cairn-braced stones
to the flood line scars
to the falls advancing backwards, stray
to the poorly sorted substrate, stray
what did you see, what did you hear?
what things blossomed and withered under your care?
see there was a flame, light shy, blue-dipped and black-laced
coughing and flighty
worth tending in a dark place
we are gold you see, cant you see me Abigail?
as we make our way down from heavier things
the bits that you've lost
are still no loss to me
here is a turning point
you will be moved out of the way
you made your choice
and so have paved ours
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7. |
Abigail Interlude
01:34
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8. |
Abigail ii
02:41
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Peel yourself out of the corner
untangle your skin with the wallpaper
today our dreams swarmed
one took the nest and one kept the dog
and all you touch
so suddenly heavy
the food you lost
slipped from your mouth and fell through the floor
and paid our way
don't look at me now
I'm not clean yet
I'm not free of you yet
for all our time here
I don't know much
about what it takes to be brilliantly smitten
but I do know love as it's come to me
though restless and fickle at times
and I'll see no one
if that's what it takes to be free of this grief
It's a likeness you know with your body
chasing the skip that your heart makes
grabbing for things that have fallen
scattering everything more
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9. |
Abigail iii
05:06
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Told in the strictest of terms
to pay attention
stop trailing breadcrumbs
hands off the table
don't bother your father
we come to this union
heads high and scarred
heads high
since your mother broke water
and gave birth to your brother
who was darker than the others
not fair like your mother
oh the man sang, sang the house down
the walls rotten and sweet
soft and sweet
he is a great and terrible thing when he sings
now over the hillside
all the dark children
and some of their mothers
in mansions of cardboard
building a future
from ash and lye
ash, oil, and lye
oh what great and terrible things you will find
red the horizon, yellow the sun
orange the color of shifting sight lines
at the heartbreak of dawn
orange was change
we are great and terrible things when we change
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10. |
William Reminder
04:08
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You may have my heart my house this winter
both are empty shells to build a home from
we creatures have flown
trade shelter for deserts and flimsy hopes alone
hard to say how years become another
they are the shining trail that mark your every movement
filled with the weight of your rooms
laid thick like dust in your shoes
its no wonder we're aging
it's too muddy to move
and why you say, does no one come near us
no one trailing calling you dearie?
are we like old ones before
trailing your wars?
no, we are, oh we are
ghosts in the hallway
down from the highway
slamming your doors
as your mother carries you
you walk straight through me
I was a wind in your cells
a family ghost who causes cancers
your friends, I know, they fear me
but the haunting stops here
grab ahold of this wily rudder
now only the walls will shake and shudder
we hear your cautioning
William Reminder
gone and lost...
I don't know if I'd have heard your song
if they'd not sung with you
A song for all the people you know
with your name
William Reminder
as your mother carries you,
you walk straight through me
I was a wind in your cells
a family ghost who causes cancers
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11. |
Peonia
03:53
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Oh my, oh my last one
for courage and bread
here's my last one
the fields are full of lettuce for the taking
if you can see past the clouds in the break room
careful what you name your sons
they might run wild
for rye grass and vetch
here's my last one
Oh my, oh my last one
look me straight in the eye now
how far have you come?
on those days when a breath could knock you over
and from their mouths a singular kind of weather
just give me a quiet house
for syrup and jam
here's my last one
Sun comes in the morning, thunder in the afternoon
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