1. |
Sheep's Head Marginalia
03:27
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Qa1Za1
05:37
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i am as round as the planet that borned me
i am as straight as the speaking horizon
i am the old sphere pulled into orbit
i am the long curve cast from the comet
i am the young globe hung from the tree bough
i am the arrow piercing the heartbrain
i am the new egg sat on your doorstep
i am the lightshaft bounced in the mirror
i am the big head looming and probus
i am the ladder that leads to your window
i am the eyeball i am the socket
i am the flagpole i am the rocket
i am the wheel of time and illusion
i am the blade that cuts up the moments
i am the whirlpool that swallowed the future
i am the edge of waking to dreaming
i am the black hole i am the red sun
i am the crack on the speaking horizon
i am the halo surrounding the streetlight
i am the pine tree high on the mountain
i am the seed that was sent from the deep space
i am the secret path down to the river
i am the island i am the ocean
i am the cloudmarch along the horizon
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3. |
Human Cannonball
03:32
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4. |
The Gibbous Moon
05:25
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she said "come on, let's go,,,"
i hide the pain in my legs
the blade was carving a mouth
the door was gushing with pride
we followed the cat with the bell
the owl was as loud as a plane
she grabbed ahold of the straps
i saw stars in the valley below
nothing was part of the plan
mysterious creatures emerged
the moon flung our shadows away
the magnets were drawing us closer
her breath dissolved in my blood
the moth turned into a crow
the way was shining beyond
she said " come on, let's go,,,"
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5. |
What is When
02:33
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what is when
it's just another colour
like the same old heavenly colours that drop like bees tears
how is black
it's just another time
like when the moon's face fell off in the morning born red
when is space
it's just another feeling
like your gran driving by so fast to catch the sunset
she remembers
when the day was young
it was always red and the water like to flow both
up and down
in twisty little rivers that we built by hand
when the clock was born
and everybody sat around
smiling at the vegetables hoping they would grow mouths
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