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As They Should Sound
04:05
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As they should sound
Morning fields above the city, its cattle-drive disgruntled moaning. In city’s evening gutter, fights break out then up at last orders’ cry. As they should sound. As they should sound. Early DJ perched at his station will fill the waves with bright dull twitter. The afternoon dignitaries gather, have their fill, talking up and down. As they should sound. As they should sound. Night, and the songs in place. Drawn on the bow, plucked from the heart. Right in the mix, fixed to the bass. Strapped to the beat and locked in place.
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The Sun
03:15
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The sun
The lines of power withdrawn, the night page white to notch what we are in dot to dot of star. Facing to the sun, end where we’ve begun. The light stone white, we ogham score to ratchet the returning sun. The sun divine sprang a single word, the sun divine to light our way. I caught the rays from the suckle-ailm leaf, from the fern sail root dared the rising shoot. From fed-grazed beast to culled for the feast. From the belly to the voice to the sky, we implore. The sun divine sprang a single word, the sun divine to light our way. From fearful night to overwrite the mess of stars. Their space, their empty page hewn to mesh a face. Form driseg fears into fochlac stone, with our entreat supplant the blank of night. The sun divine sprang a single word, the sun divine to light our way.
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Crimson Clover
03:27
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Crimson clover
The love I gave will not wither winter. The love I gave has weld the mercury summer and sundew. And the love I gave sprang the purple-loosestrife. And the love I gave held autumn sharlock for a while. My heart has been ripped out, my heart bistort. My heart cleavers, spurge my dog-rose heart with crimson clover. The love I gave, no bitter vetch to sainforth. The love I gave, a broad leaved willow herb autumn. And the love I gave, no fairy-flax tormentil. And the love I gave, a meadowsweet bur. My heart has been ripped out, my heart bistort. My heart cleavers, spurge my dog-rose heart with crimson clover.
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Virgin In The Green
03:56
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Virgin in the green
By virgin in the green she took me, down by the banks of celandine. We fucked and wore the summer in, we rolled and wore the summer out. Made love a mist to hide in, made lust a drink to drown in. Made both a shirt to wear and discard. We talked musk mallow birdsong, loosestrife violet joy. The dodder-drained sun. Spurge the cut-grass whimpers. The creeping yellow cress sun. Summer’s here and now. By virgin in the green the foxglove blush, sticky-grass hair snagging summer scent. We fucked and reeled the summer in. We rolled and wore the summer out. And sang: I the babbling meadowsweet stream, she the scented campion fields. I to cup the buttercup moon, she to wear a daisy-chain of stars.
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The Spirit
03:14
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The spirit
The power centre of the world crossworded in stars, riddled with night. Is leylined in leaf, has dominion in root. Leylined in leaf, has dominion in root. Spark gouged in flesh. We templum centre our world. Engraved with hope, doubt-lame we cling limmet nion to rock and stream. Harnessed to the field, whittled by straif season. Harnessed to the field, whittled by strafe season. Harnessed to the field, whittled by straf season. Fuel for the spark. The power centre of the world lights our eyes, stokes the flame, charms the wood, licks the spirit that fuels the world. Is hacked in the soul, emblazoned on the sun. Is hacked in the soul, emblazoned on the sun. Is hacked in the soul, emblazoned on the sun. Fuel for the spark.
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Love's Promise
03:56
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Love’s promise
The sun has spurge the season, enchanters night the wormwood sky. Your musk, your asarina joy, your radiant woad, our honeysuckle tryst. Will you come again, sweet as briar, rose-hipped? Will you come again, rough as chervil, lining the lain? Our fritillary love, its warp and weft our bindweed trust. Our wild garlic lust, our foxglove thrust, your butterbur desire. Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel? Will you come again, sharp as shepherd’s needle? Will you come again, sorrel and bramble? Will you come again, my winter aconite? Will you come again, saxifrage dittander? Will you come again, my lily of the valley? Will you come again, love’s promise and betony desire? Will you come again, enchanter’s night, our honeysuckle tryst?
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Love Must wax Cold
03:23
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Love must wax cold
The rain falls from heaven’s face. Dight for the night. Across the fields, the unlit church. Love must wax cold. On distant hills their torchlines gleed. What rough beast of Bethlehem spurned? A thousand years since last I died. Love must wax cold. Then the Order’s even tenor rent by their transgressions. Millennial flames belched from heaven’s face; to cast off an old age. Their flocks from Salvation lost; Man, root and branch did fall into ruin. The very world had shaken herself to cast off an old age. And a thousand more since His crown of thorns joined the affray. His end, nailed on a high broad field—prepare for the night. Lucifer fell to earth on a wave of fire; love must wax cold. Spewed from the earth was I. Prepare for the night.
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Northern Lights
02:25
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Northern lights
And when we wake we’re Northern Lights, a shimmering of satellite. Leave this stage, cut the light and take our place in the ether. And when we sing we’re Northern Lights, glistening satellite. Leave this stage, cut the light, give ourselves to the ether.
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Lucifer
03:11
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Lucifer
God, as a woman, will wreak her revenge. Will iron out her flaws in you, will rub you out. Nature, as a man, bleak as a moor. Dumb-dog turn as the wind from you, will blot you out. Nature, as a woman flashing wears of flesh. Honeysuckle tendril ties to you, pulls to reel herself in. God, as a man primed desperate to implant a stark song and image you believe in your heart. I can give you the Earth, at least offer you your share. What you desire, so shall I speak. And so it shall be. I, like a woman, seduce you to the fold. Cast down sacraments! Take your pleasure with my charms to hold you, like a man thrust to top the world. I can give you this, your broadest field, with the stroke of a pen. I can give you the Earth. Even offer you more than your share. What you desire, so shall I speak. And you shall be mine.
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Peterson's Seat
02:56
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Peterson’s seat
Peterson told me when the stamping stops, the cogs will snag and sky will catch and halt. Our clock will stick, and rattle-shut music die. Peterson told me of the silence of drips, and the ravage of weeds. Round his lonely seat machinery of green ratchets its need. Peterson told me the hum would stop, but it did not. The cogs still flourish, rattle and shuttle, clock still stuck, the hum beneath my feet.
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The Blade
03:29
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The blade
And when we had stripped the birch to supplant with branch of steel. Cold sun spurge the spark extinguished. Score another notch on haft and shield. We drunkship of cobblers on a sea of rain. Our marsh of diseases, our magic a blade. Call upon the blade, harness the pain. Burn down Quert and Sail, caught in the rain. And when we cast down the gentle thorn for scarred Gods’ seasoned bark. Bonfires burn the stars extinguished. We ogham piss the land, our mark. A disorder of sparks, our will firebrand red. Our fire is survival. All magic is dead. Call upon the blade, harness the pain. Burn down Quert and Sail, caught in the rain.
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Sacrifice Content
04:31
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Sacrifice content
One stone knight, eagles guard his side. Here the Gods toss fire and mortals sleep. One stone knight, face in opposition. Here the Gods tossed fire and mortals wept. Here the Gods set stone and mortals built. And here the Gods set light and mortals wilt and melt. The sacrifice content, the harnessed poor. The unsure chained. Sixteen sentinels, one face between each pair. Here the Gods look down while mortals vie. Immovable—only their stone corrupts. Here the Gods did frown, eighty thousand died. The sacrifice content, the harnessed poor. The unsure chained.
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